I'm crazy, don't mess with me. I just love to pretend to be crazy, remember that.

Is there anything more upsetting than trying to pick up a girl and ending up with a married woman?

Butler Zhao suddenly looked decades older.

Little Sweetie seemed to sense that Butler Zhao was downcast, so she stood on tiptoe and tugged at his sleeve, praising, "Uncle, the sausages my mom makes are delicious! You have to try them!"

The woman pulled the child back to her side and admonished, "Sweetie, don't be so rude!"

Tian Tian nodded obediently, and very loudly—

"I want to make fragrant sausages in the future too."

Si Qian: "..."

My child, you will indeed be making fragrant sausages in the future.

However, this intestine is not the same as that intestine.

However, Si Qian only dared to grumble these thoughts to herself; it was impossible for her to say them aloud.

After a devastating breakup, Zhao, the housekeeper, squatted by the roadside and cried her heart out after leaving the gym.

Heaven!

Why did you do this to him!

Xiao Peili kindly pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Butler Zhao: "Uncle Zhao, don't be sad."

Making a scene in the street is uncivilized.

Butler Zhao had no idea what Pei Li was thinking; he only knew that the young master was comforting him.

He cried louder and louder as he rushed over and hugged Pei Li.

"Waaaaaah, young master!"

Xiao Pei looked at Si Qian with a disgusted expression, then cast a pleading look in her direction: "Sister..."

Si Qian, the protector of the grass, darted over in a flash and forcibly separated Steward Zhao and Pei Li.

After Butler Zhao finished crying, the three of them went to a nearby restaurant for a meal.

Because they had just finished working out, the three of them ordered seafood that was high in protein and low in fat, focusing on its original flavor.

While ordering himself a bottle of wine, Butler Zhao didn't forget to order a bottle of AD calcium for the young master.

Clearly, the young master seemed to dislike Butler Zhao's AD calcium supplement, and never touched it from beginning to end.

On the contrary, Si Qianmei claimed that it was not worth wasting, and openly took it and started slurping it.

Xiao Pei ordered a fruit platter and sat quietly next to Si Qian, eating the lychees inside.

Si Qian picked up the restaurant's signature garlic crayfish.

With one bite, the sand and large intestine collide and blend in the mouth.

It feels like eating poop.

Butler Zhao felt that Si Qian's face was distorted and about to mutate.

He paused just as he was about to pick up some food.

"How about it?"

Si Qian spat out the lobster meat in her mouth and gave a very unfair evaluation.

"Those who have never eaten shit can try it, and those who have eaten shit should definitely try it, this is more authentic."

It would be quite nice to use it to entertain relatives during the Chinese New Year.

Xiao Pei, who was eating fruit, quickly handed a glass of water to Si Qian so she could rinse her mouth.

“Old Zhao, listen to me, don’t put all your eggs in one basket. If this one doesn’t work out, we can move on to another.”

Butler Zhao had a rare encounter with what he thought was true love, but it turned out to be a tragic fate.

He has already decided to shut his heart and lock away his love.

“Wang Ma, you don’t need to persuade me anymore. I’ve never drunk the strongest liquor, but I’ve given up the person I loved most. In life, who is just a passerby in whose life…”

Si Qian: "...?"

Is he crazy?

Although these past few years have been dominated by non-mainstream gangsters, Si Qian never imagined that Butler Zhao was one of them.

This kid really kept it well hidden.

Butler Zhao lamented, "Wang Ma, could you scold me a little?"

"what?"

"I feel like I need someone to yell at me, otherwise I feel uncomfortable..."

Wang Ma's small mouth, when she opens it, is like it's been dipped in poison; that's perfect.

This is called pain transference.

"Dude, you..."

Si Qian sighed.

Kind-hearted, she couldn't bear to see Butler Zhao upset, so she covered Xiao Pei's ears and kept talking to Butler Zhao for half an hour.

After half an hour of scolding, Si Qian was parched, while Butler Zhao felt refreshed.

It's like they've been fully revived.

"Cool!"

Butler Zhao looked up and let out a roar from his chest.

Damn, that kid really got his fill of insults.

Si Qian hesitated: "Are you M?"

Butler Zhao: "I am XL."

"..."

It seems right, but it also seems wrong.

Forget it.

The more Butler Zhao thought about it, the more unwilling he became. Finally, he slammed his fist on the table and stood up, making up his mind: "Next year, I'm going to change gyms!"

He just wouldn't believe it!

Si Qian figured it out: Butler Zhao really liked the "muscle Barbie" type.

"So, do you mean it has to be a gym instructor?"

Butler Zhao and Xiong Er shyly fiddle with their fingers.jpg

"But don't you think it makes a woman feel safer when she has muscles?"

He thought Tian Tian's mom had incredibly well-developed muscles!

She is exactly his ideal type.

It's such a pity... Waaaaah...

click-

It looks like something broke.

Oh, so it was Si Qian's insight.

In other words, Butler Zhao actually prefers muscular, strong women; he feels safe with them?

Could it be——

"Four...Four loves?"

The naive housekeeper Zhao asked, "What are the Four Loves?"

"Then you've come to the right person!"

Teacher Si's mini-class is now open.

She offered her own interpretation of the definition of the Four Loves.

"It means loving the country, loving the Party, loving the family, and loving the people."

Increased knowledge.

Butler Zhao: "That's me!"

Seeing that she had gotten away with it, Si Qian patted her chest in lingering fear.

Fortunately, she was quick-witted.

Scare yourself.

After dinner, Si Qian and Butler Zhao wasted another half a day in the park before going back.

This was all to prevent Pei Li from having any contact with the Shen family.

Who knew that the Shen family members were even more shameless than Si Qian, and they simply stayed at the Pei family's place and had no intention of leaving.

In Shen's mother's words, this house is also her daughter's property. She missed her daughter, so she came to stay for a few days. Pei Tianming couldn't possibly kick her out directly, could he?

If it were someone like Si Qian, a mentally unstable person with no manners and no morals, they might just kick him out.

But Pei Tianming couldn't do it.

People care about their reputation, just as trees need bark. When a person is rich, powerful, and influential, what they care about most is their own reputation.

If Pei Tianming kicks them out today, the headline tomorrow will be—

A son-in-law who married into his wife's family inherited her estate and drove away his mother-in-law.

As soon as she entered the door, Shen's mother eagerly came over to hug this grandson with whom she had no affection.

They acted so warmly and familiarly that even an unsuspecting person would praise them for their deep bond between grandfather and grandson.

However, the truth is that the two of them never met for more than 24 hours.

For dinner, the family sat in the dining room and ate in silence.

At the table, Mr. Shen probably still wanted to smooth things over, so he talked about his deceased daughter, hoping that his heartless son-in-law would have a change of heart and help them out.

Xiao Pei sat quietly in an inconspicuous corner, enjoying her meal.

It's been cold these past few days, so Si Qian brought Pei Tianming some water infused with Sichuan peppercorns and rattan pepper to warm him up.

I gulped it down, and then the aftereffects kicked in.

Pei Tianming felt as if his internal organs were being boiled with hot wine and were beginning to burn.

"It's so hot... What did you put in my water?"

Si Qian stood behind Pei Tianming, flashing a perfect eight-tooth smile: "Sichuan peppercorns, numbing peppercorns, chili peppers—"

"I heard you were a little constipated and took some laxatives."

Just a tiny bit.

As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Tianming's expression changed drastically.

He rushed into the bathroom, looking pale and sickly.

Immediately following was a series of firecracker explosions.

Butler Zhao, who was passing by, asked, "Is it the New Year?"