A nanny was a profession that relied heavily on personal initiative.
Whether a nanny did a good job depended entirely on her professional ethics.
Some kind, dedicated nannies with excellent upbringing could make the male head of the household feel comfortable the moment they opened their mouths. They could even take the place of the lady of the house and the man to handle having children. That was Girls Help Girls—the power of women.
But evil nannies with malicious hearts would be like what Lin Li said, secretly swapping the children with those of the family they served.
Bai Bufan was so angry he laughed.
"Lin Li, isn't that setting you added way too damn beastly?"
Compared to having nothing from the start, what was even harder to accept was when something you desperately wanted should have been within easy reach, only for someone else to snatch it away.
Fuck, going from the Chaebol Eldest Son to Nanny's Puppy in an instant—and based on TV drama experience, the nanny would treat him horribly too. Damn it, why even live? Might as well strangle himself with the umbilical cord in the womb.
"It's fine. You'll suffer for thirty-nine episodes, then feel amazing in episode forty," Lin Li comforted him. "It's already pretty good. Back then, you'd have had to suffer for fifty-one episodes."
TV dramas used to basically be fifty-two episodes long, but domestic regulations now said they could not exceed forty episodes.
"I'd rather be the villain and enjoy those thirty-nine episodes first!" Bai Bufan flipped him off with a laughing curse.
"Fuck."
"Why can't my WeChat wallet hook up with Alipay and give birth to lots of money?"
Bai Bufan checked his phone balance, and his lament came straight from the heart.
Dropping four thousand yuan just like that