Xin Ya smiled rather shyly. Her first job after leaving the countryside was to be a servant in the Gu family. She was very lucky to have met such a good person like Young Mistress. She knew that Young Mistress would not allow her to do most of the heavy lifting at home since she was still young. At most, Xin Ya would be asked to help Auntie Qian out.
Now that she was taking care of Mo Fei, she was just here to cook and wash clothes. Although Mo Fei acted very gangster-like, after spending a few days together, Xin Ya felt that this gangster-ish Mrs. Qian was quite a nice person. At least, she was nice to Xin Ya.
“Sit down and chat with me,” Mo Fei said as she watched Xin Ya sit down.
Xin Ya adjusted the blanket covering Mo Fei’s knees again. “Mrs. Qian is so beautiful.”
Mo Fei extended a hand to touch her face. Was she beautiful?
She had never taken a close look at her own face before. After all, she would never be able to live on just with her own face.
“You look young. Why didn’t you go to school?” Mo Fei asked.
“My family’s poor, and I have younger siblings, so I left home to work. I’m already eighteen, really,” said Xin Ya. She even raised a hand solemnly as though she was taking an oath.
Mo Fei leaned on the recliner and looked at the girl before her. She still had a family. How nice.
“Where are your parents?”
“They are farmers at home, but I’m earning a lot now. Young Mistress takes pity on me, so she pays me a lot. My family doesn’t need to worry anymore,” replied Xin Ya. She looked cute when she smiled.
She was an easily satisfied little girl.
She also had the innocence that Mo Fei did not have. It was not something that Mo Fei lost; innocence was merely something that Mo Fei never possessed.
“Mrs. Qian, where’s your family?” Xin Ya asked tentatively.
Family?
Mo Fei gripped her hands tightly. This word had never existed in her life before.
Qian Yikun leaned against the door of the guestroom and looked at the girl on the other side of the room. He did not miss the desolate look that flashed across the corners of her eyes.
Family.
Mo Fei had no family.
Qian Yikun knew that she was an orphan. She was taken in by Mo Tian, the number one killer known as the Faceless Assassin, when she was still a baby. Then, she was brought up to become an emotionless killer.
“Xin Ya,” Qian Yikun suddenly called out.
Xin Ya responded and quickly got up to leave.
When Mo Fei heard Qian Yi Kun’s voice, she put away all the emotions that she should not have and continued looking out with her usual cold expression.
“Big Brother Qian, you’re awake,” Xin Ya called out. “I made you some breakfast. I’ll go heat it up for you.” As she spoke, Xin Ya was already heading into the kitchen.
Qian Yikun did not need to go to the police station today, therefore he was in a casual outfit. After Xin Ya went to the kitchen, he walked slowly to the balcony.
“Ye Cong has already gone to Gu Juexi. Do you understand now, Mo Fei? Ye Cong isn’t someone you can afford to mess with.” Qian Yikun leaned against the balcony door and looked at the woman who was lying on the reclining chair.
Mo Yao slowly opened her eyes and threw Qian Yikun a mocking stare. “What does that have to do with you? You can either arrest me now or shut up. I’ll leave once I recover.”
“Mo Fei, must you do that?” Qian Yikun was furious.
Mo Fei sneered. “What did I do? Do you want me to thank you for saving me? Thanks, then.”
Qian Yikun took a deep breath before hissing “Unbelievable.” at Mo Fei. Then, he turned around and headed to the dining room.
Mo Fei shut her eyes and suppressed the pain in her chest as she continued to bask in the sun.
Xin Ya brought out the freshly heated up dishes. She was sensitive enough to notice the peculiar change in the atmosphere that filled the house.
Yet, she did not dare to ask.
Ding dong— The doorbell rang. After waiting for Qian Yikun’s gesture of approval, Xin Ya turned around and ran to open the door.
