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Zhou Yang is really too bad!
She clearly stated that she was just a nanny, yet he took every opportunity to entice her!
In the early morning, Zhao Yixue was watering the flowers in the garden when she inadvertently caught sight of the wild, handsome man busy among the blooms, his body glistening with moisture. A ripple of temptation stirred within her as she secretly sighed at how alluring he was...
At noon, as she passed by the swimming pool, she saw Zhou Yang swimming effortlessly in the water, his strong physique partially exposed. Her face flushed slightly, and she quickly averted her gaze...
In the evening, after taking a shower, he surprisingly preferred not to wear clothes, running around the house wrapped only in a towel...
Every time Zhao Yixue witnessed these scenes, it felt as if her heart was being scratched by a cat—seeing but unable to touch, leaving her restless and yearning. She bit down on her handkerchief, her eyes filled with helplessness and sorrow, wanting to cry but unable to shed tears.
In the middle of the night, after ensuring that Luoluo was sound asleep, Zhao Yixue took a deep breath and knocked slowly on Zhou Yang's door with a serious expression: "I need to talk to you!"
She thought to herself that this couldn't go on any longer; if it did, she would surely shorten her own life!
"You came at just the right time; help me dry my hair," Zhou Yang said.
He had just finished showering and was wrapped in a towel, water droplets cascading down from his hair.
Zhao Yixue glared at the hairdryer he handed her, crossing her arms defiantly. "Mr. Zhou, I remember you said I am Luoluo's nanny; I'm not here to serve you!" Her gaze was resolute, showing no signs of retreat.
Zhou Yang raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes. "So?"
His gaze made Zhao Yixue feel quite intimidated...
She swallowed hard, her throat tightening as she stammered, "So next time you must learn to dry your own hair!"
Though unwilling in her heart, she still cautiously attended to him...
Zhao Yixue focused intently on drying his hair, but Zhou Yang acted like a mischievous child, constantly shaking his head and refusing to cooperate with her movements.
Finally unable to hold back any longer, she raised her voice and exclaimed, "Mr. Zhou, stop moving your hands around!"
She thought to herself that she had never seen such an unruly employer; being his nanny truly felt pitiful!
Zhou Yang's unruly hand paused for a moment, and Zhao Yixue thought she had successfully scolded him into behaving. To her surprise, he became even more audacious.
“Zhou Yang, you…” Zhao Yixue exclaimed, her eyes widening in terror.
Zhou Yang's hand brazenly slipped under her nightgown, a wicked smile spreading across his face. “I've made up my mind. While you're taking care of Luoluo, you might as well take care of me too.”
He leaned in closer, inhaling her enticing fragrance, thinking to himself that with her being this alluring, it would be a problem if he didn't feel tempted!
Zhao Yixue was taken aback by this sudden advance, caught off guard and unable to escape. The bully-like Zhou Yang had already pressed his lips against hers.
She struggled for a few moments but soon succumbed to temptation, slowly lowering her hands in surrender.
In the the Zhou Family dance studio, Zhao Yixue stood stiffly, her expression contorted as she painfully learned the Peacock Dance alongside Luoluo.
“Ouch, my poor back,” Zhao Yixue couldn't help but murmur.
She sighed helplessly, realizing she had forgotten that no matter how adorable the Little Angel appeared on the outside, she always had an innocent yet devastatingly powerful mouth.
For instance, Luoluo blinked her big watery eyes and innocently said, “Sister, you look so beautiful like a peacock! You must dance the Peacock Dance beautifully!”
Thus, in order to please the Little Angel, Zhao Yixue had no choice but to brace herself and go along with it…
Fortunately, Zhou Yang would timely give her massages. Whether those massages would turn into something more ambiguous depended on the occasion.
Zhao Yixue comfortably enjoyed her lover's massage, a satisfied smile on her face as she asked lazily, “Have you been eyeing me for a long time? Is that why you made me come find you?”
Zhou Yang shot her a glance and feigned disbelief. “How could that be? Have you been coveting my body all along?”
“No,” Zhao Yixue quickly denied it, secretly lamenting that this person's shamelessness had reached new heights; she simply couldn't argue with him.
Zhou Yang lounged around at home for quite some time, doing nothing all day.
Unable to bear it any longer and feeling utterly exhausted herself, Zhao Yixue finally sent him off to work under the pretense of needing to support the family. Just when she managed to steal half a day's rest at home, an unexpected guest arrived at the villa.
"Who are you?" The two women glared at each other, the air thick with tension.
Zhao Yixue was filled with confusion. How could this woman have a key to the villa?!
Her mind raced, trying to find an answer, when she heard Luoluo timidly call out, "Mom."
Mom! Zhao Yixue stood frozen in shock. How could she have forgotten that Luoluo must have a mother?
Luoluo had a mother, and Zhou Yang had a wife. What did that make her?
She felt as if the world was spinning around her, convinced that she had been deceived by the scoundrel Zhou Yang!
Luoluo's mother, Qin Min, looked at Zhao Yixue and coldly said, "Miss, thank you for taking care of Luoluo and her father, but I think it's time for you to leave."
Zhao Yixue felt her entire face burn as if it were on fire.
She was overwhelmed with shame and anger. Had she really become the third party? Had she disrupted someone else's family? No, she was just a substitute filling the void! Suddenly, she felt like crying...
She wanted to confront Zhou Yang, saying, "You already have a wife and yet you still come after me..."
But the words were swallowed back down as she caught sight of Zhou Yang's piercing gaze.
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