At noon, Penny suddenly appeared.
She looked at the new maid bustling around in the kitchen, then stared in surprise at the little maid standing to one side and giving orders. "You got promoted?"
What she meant was, had the little maid been promoted from a maid to... half a mistress of the house?
No, it should be Lin Qi's new girlfriend. That was what she thought.
The little maid repeatedly denied it. "No, no, no. I'm just pregnant. Mr. Lin Qi has been taking good care of me, so he found someone through the community company to take over my work."
Penny was somewhat surprised. "Whose is it?"
The little maid hurriedly said, "My husband's..."
"Liar!" Penny spat, glanced at the new maid, who seemed not to have heard anything, then turned and walked into the Living Room.
When Lin Qi returned that afternoon, he saw Penny watching television in the Living Room. After handing his briefcase to the little maid, he asked in confusion, "I didn't hear anything about you coming to Bu Peien. Are reporters really this unprofessional now?"
Penny had been filming a new movie recently, an art-house film.
In fact, she really disliked art-house films. For one thing, those art-house directors were genuinely very unimpressed with her.
In Penny's own words, those art-house directors were all perverts. They liked women who were a little older, women in their thirties or forties who supposedly had stories to tell.
Or they liked girls who were younger, fourteen or fifteen, fifteen or sixteen, supposedly because those girls were innocent and untainted by society.
Even more perversely, they all liked to tell stories centered around sex, as though the three elements of art-house films could never escape politics, sex, and violence.
Penny was at an awkward age, and she