My Toxic Ex-Wife: BOSS, Stay Away！-Chapter 727: Side Story Six: Life as if Meeting for the First Time
Since childhood, I’ve always been cherished by those around me. My grandparents doted on me, and my elder brothers protected me, which led to my rebellious nature.
In the compound, no peers or even older kids could beat me. I was always the most troublesome rascal in the compound.
I did things purely based on my mood and desires. Whatever I wished for, I could easily get, sometimes without even lifting a finger as those around me would find ways to get it for me. But there was one thing I couldn’t do as I pleased.
People like us, from the moment we’re born, have our life paths planned by our families—from education to career to marriage. They are particularly persistent about interfering in our lives, especially when it comes to marriage.
So, in our circle, people follow one principle: love is a game, and marriage is politics.
We can choose our romantic partners, but we can’t take them seriously, because our romantic partners will never be the one we marry. Our marriages are always alliances of power, in other words, political arranged marriages.
At first, I didn’t take this seriously because, to me, love was always dispensable. Besides, what relationship between men and women could be as life-and-death as depicted in TV dramas?
Sometimes, I even felt the word "love" was a bit ironic. In our circle, some tried to break this ancient rule for so-called love. But the outcome was always farcical—each one, faced with the choice between love and wealth, ultimately chose wealth, betraying that so-called love.
After seeing many such farces, I concluded that rather than foolishly rebelling and ending up following family arrangements, it was better to enjoy our beautiful life to the fullest before stepping into the dull and boring fortress of marriage.
For the first twenty-plus years of my life, I adhered to this principle, enjoying myself immensely, passing through numerous flowers without a leaf sticking to me.
To me, every woman was like a flower. Even if she was vibrant and beautiful, her bloom would be short-lived, and I was responsible for appreciating and enjoying her at her peak.
But everything changed with the appearance of one person—Lin Yixun.
I still clearly remember the first time I saw her. At that time, I was having fun with a female companion, and the door of my room was suddenly pushed open by someone. She thus unexpectedly entered my world.
In that instant, as our eyes met, she seemed to be immobilized, instantly petrified, but just as quickly, she regained her composure, hurriedly covered her eyes with her hand, and retreated hurriedly from the master bedroom. However, before leaving, she did something surprising. In such a situation, before leaving, she "considerately" closed the door for us.
I was a bit puzzled, what kind of mind does this woman have?
Having been interrupted halfway, I lost interest. Tapping my female companion’s face, I got off her and walked into the bathroom.
When I went downstairs, I saw her again in the living room. Her body was very thin, almost gaunt, like a refugee. She wasn’t my type, not even someone I found pleasing to the eye.
"Are you the new housekeeper?" After scrutinizing her, I asked nonchalantly.
She was visibly uncomfortable under my gaze, dazed for a moment, then nodded.
Her slow reaction, could she have mental issues?
But what mattered to me wasn’t this. After all, among the women around me, there were plenty with big breasts and no brains.
Compared to intelligence, I cared more about looks and body. This woman’s face could barely pass, provided it didn’t have that hideous scar on the right side, and her body...
Looking over her from the hips, I just found her utterly unappealing, "75, 60, 80, with a figure like yours? Don’t you know all women around me must meet a certain standard?"
"?" She looked confused.
"If your measurements aren’t 82, 61, 87, I won’t want you, so you’re fired."
I didn’t want to keep her. To me, women were just for amusement, whether they were servants or companions. Looks and body were very important. I even felt that it was more important for a maid to have a good figure and face. Because unlike companions, I might not see often, maids are different; I see them all the time. If an eyesore maid stands before me all day, it would be unbearable.
Later, I changed my mind,
I’m somewhat confident in my appearance, yet Xiao Mu’s newly hired maid was indifferent to me, not even giving me a second glance.
Does this woman have eye issues, or is this her way of attracting my attention?
Thinking about it, maybe the latter is more likely. After all, women have always screamed upon seeing me, and even the calmer ones would secretly look at me a few more times. I’ve never met a woman who didn’t take notice of me.
I curled my lips with interest. Since Xiao Mu wanted her to stay, let her stay, just like keeping a pet cat at home. When I’m bored, I can tease her from time to time. Anyway, I’ve been quite idle recently.
She ignored me, right? Then I’ll make sure she remembers this well!
So, I messed up the books in the study and told her to put them back in order quickly, threatening her that if she didn’t do it well, she’d be kicked out immediately.
I thought she would beg me for mercy or something! Who knew she was such a blockhead, didn’t say a word, and went straight up to the second floor, doing things stubbornly.
I coldly glanced at her busy back, feeling a trace of annoyance. Where did Xiao Mu find this blockhead?
From the moment we met until now, no matter how excessive I was, she always accepted it without complaint, rarely speaking. Does she really have a problem with her brain? If that’s the case, I truly admire my cousin for putting so much effort into making me deal with an unruly nanny for her sake.
Although the little nanny is taciturn, she’s good at cleaning, better than the previous nannies, and more efficient at her tasks.
As we spent more time together, my interest in her didn’t decrease but increased instead. At first, I thought she was ignoring me as a way to get my attention, but gradually I realized that she genuinely wasn’t interested in me.
Her eyes are clearly beautiful, but they seem as lifeless as dead water, not stirring up any ripples. She rarely initiates conversations with me, and when she’s in the house, it’s almost like she doesn’t exist.
Still, every time I came back from work, I would tease her now and then. Sometimes I would mock her, and other times I would purposely mess up the house, making her clean until midnight.
I was like a child, doing childish things, just wanting to see a different expression on her face.
But she seemed to have an automatic shield against my difficulties and sarcasm, showing no reaction. I thought she would always be like this, indifferent and emotionless.
However, one day, this situation was broken by her.
"Mr. Ouyang, could you possibly advance me a year’s salary?"
Strange, this woman was actually talking to me proactively. She had worked here for so long that I almost took her for a mute.
But what was she going to do with an advance salary? Was she really short of money?
A year’s salary was nothing to me, and advancing it to her was not impossible. But before that, I wanted to tease her and see how she would react.
After all, such opportunities were rare. Who knows, the next time she talks to me proactively might be six months later.
"A year’s salary? You haven’t worked for me for long, have you? There’s no rule about advancing salary here."
I calmly observed her reaction, seeing her tightly clenching her fists, a trace of struggle flashing in her eyes. I knew very well that even though she appeared humble, at her core, she was a proud person. So it was much harder for her to beg me than to do housework day and night.
Her demeanor made me suddenly want to "torment" her, just to temper her attitude. After all, she’s just a little maid. What’s there to be so proud about?
Maybe she desperately needed money, for she hesitated for a moment, then with difficulty, opened her mouth and said lowly, "Mr. Ouyang, I know it’s against the rules, but I really need money urgently. Could you please..."
"No, your money problems are your own business and have nothing to do with me."
I wanted to see what she would do next.
I thought she would ask me again or say something nice, but who knew she would just slump her shoulders dejectedly. After a while, she suddenly lifted her head and gave me a faint smile, "Oh, I see, sorry for bothering you, Mr. Ouyang."
Her smile was very faint, but it contained too many emotions. For some reason, I found that smile too glaring, causing me some inexplicable frustration.
Actually, at that time, I just wanted to tease her a bit, and had even decided that if she asked me again, I would advance the money to her. But this blockhead didn’t ask me again, and naturally, I couldn’t bring myself to proactively lend her the money.
I never knew that because of my playful heart, she was forced to make a humiliating decision, nor did I understand how desperate she was at that time. And at her most desperate moment, I, her lifeline, abandoned her, plunging her into an abyss.
Many years later, I often wondered, if I hadn’t made things difficult for her back then and had simply lent her the money, would the result between us have been different?
