Seeing the lavish spread of breakfasts of every kind on the marble dining table, Xiang Changge nodded in satisfaction.
So many varieties, and they all looked delicious—enough to make up for the occupational damage of having to get up early for work.
Glancing at the time, she saw it was only a little past seven. Normally, she did not wake Yu Qing until eight.
But today was a special case. For someone who had skipped dinner last night and had just pulled an all-nighter, waiting until eight would make her, the housekeeper, derelict in her duties.
So Xiang Changge did not take the elevator. Instead, she climbed the stairs one step at a time, as if deliberately giving someone time to take the initiative, and went up to the third floor.
The third-floor door was still tightly shut. For a lock like this, Xiang Changge usually needed no more than three kicks.
But this was her employer's room. Even if she was the ruler of the house, she could not be that violent.
If she really kicked the door down, would she not have to pay to have it reinstalled?
She was a thrifty person. She would not do something like that.
With that in mind, Xiang Changge pulled two pieces of wire from her pocket, fiddled with them for a moment, and the door soon opened without a sound.
At that moment, it was exactly seven thirty.
Looks like I timed that perfectly.
Xiang Changge tucked the wires away again and glanced at her watch as she thought this.
And so, on an utterly ordinary summer morning at seven thirty, Xiang Changge, a housekeeper who had only recently started the job, entered her employer Yu Qing's locked room as though no one were there.
She carried Yu Qing, who