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Qin Wanyi opened the back door, tossed her backpack inside, and climbed in herself.
Uncle Qiang glanced at her through the rearview mirror and noticed her pouty lips, signaling that she was in a bad mood today. Since her birth, Qin Wanyi had lost her mother, and her father was too busy with work to care for her. She had been raised by Uncle Qiang, who had taken care of her since she was born. Her father only returned home a few times a month, and those visits never lasted overnight. Having watched her grow up, Uncle Qiang understood her temperament very well.
"Miss, did someone upset you again today?" Uncle Qiang asked.
"Hmph! It was just my phone ringing, and the teacher wanted me to go up and solve a problem. He just wanted to embarrass me," Qin Wanyi replied.
"Oh, can you solve it?"
"Of course! He thinks he can make things difficult for me? No way!"
"Hehe."
Uncle Qiang admired the young lady's intelligence, but as merely a butler, he felt he couldn't discipline her. This had led Qin Wanyi to develop a rather willful personality, which left Uncle Qiang feeling helpless.
...
"We've arrived, Miss," Uncle Qiang announced.
Qin Wanyi got out of the car and walked straight through the front gate. Uncle Qiang took her backpack, locked the car, and followed her inside. They passed by a private swimming pool before entering the villa.
"Miss, I've prepared dinner; let's eat first," he suggested.
"I'm not in the mood; I'll eat later!" Qin Wanyi said as she headed upstairs to her room.
Uncle Qiang sighed in resignation and turned on the television to watch something while waiting for her mood to improve.
...
"Uncle Qiang, I'm hungry!" came Qin Wanyi's voice from upstairs.
"Alright, Miss. I'll heat up the food; please come to the dining room to eat."
"Just bring it here; I’ll eat in my room."
"Um... okay."
Uncle Qiang had grown accustomed to the young lady's moods. When she was feeling down, it was just how things were. He brought her meal to her and then returned to the dining room to eat.
“Uncle Qiang, I’m done. Please take the dishes away! And could you prepare some water? I want to take a shower,” she called out.
“Of course, Miss. I’ll be right up,” he replied.
Although the young lady could be difficult to please, Uncle Qiang always looked forward to this moment—the moment he anticipated every day.
He climbed up to the second floor and headed to the bathroom, adjusting the water temperature before making his way to her room.
Qin Wanyi’s room was adorned with various decorations, and there were several fluffy bear toys on the bed, all arranged neatly. The entire room appeared clean and tidy.
“Miss, I’ll prepare a set of pajamas for you after your shower,” he said.
“Mm,” she responded.
Uncle Qiang retrieved a low-cut, deep V pink lace camisole dress and a matching pair of pink lace panties from the wardrobe as her sleepwear for the night. Since childhood, he had always been the one to bathe her and prepare her pajamas.
He had taught her many things about life, but he never taught her how to bathe herself. While most children could manage that by elementary school, Uncle Qiang continued to help her, so even now, he still bathed her daily and prepared her sleepwear.
In Qin Wanyi’s mind, this was simply how things had always been; no one had ever told her otherwise. She had grown accustomed to Uncle Qiang bathing her since she was little.
The moment Uncle Qiang looked forward to each day was this very moment. He placed the prepared pajamas on the bed and took the dishes away.
“The water is ready, Miss,” Uncle Qiang announced.
Qin Wanyi stepped into the bathroom.
“Miss, please check the water temperature,” Uncle Qiang said as he turned on the shower.
Qin Wanyi dipped her hand into the stream of water to test it.
“It’s fine.”
“Then go ahead and undress.”
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