Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 376 - 374: The White Pill

Jiayi couldn’t help but become slightly entranced.

It wasn’t until Ade called out, "Sister Hui,"

that a middle-aged woman wearing an apron came out, giving Jiayi a scrutinizing look.

The woman looked like a live-in maid, with a clean appearance, round and dignified features, and a certain air of authority. Her gaze upon Jiayi was also very picky:

"Ade, is this the woman who scratched Mister’s car and has come to work as a maid to pay off her debt?"

Sister Hui, like Ade, was a servant who had followed Huo Zhenyang back from America.

Her words gave no face and were somewhat sharp, leaving Jiayi choked up.

Ade nodded and introduced Jiayi, "This is Sister Hui. She takes care of Mister Huo’s daily life. The villa’s hourly maids, drivers, and gardeners are all managed by Sister Hui. When you come to the villa, Sister Hui will assign you tasks, and you can also ask her if you have any questions."

It turned out that Sister Hui was the butler of this villa.

Since she would be coming to the villa to clean, and would likely encounter Sister Hui often, Jiayi politely extended her hand, "Sister Hui, hello, my name is Chu Jiayi."

Her hand hung in mid-air, receiving no response for a long time.

Sister Hui did not disguise her contempt for the woman before her, letting Jiayi’s hand hang: "In this villa, the most important thing as a maid is to do your job well and to serve Mister Huo properly. You were late on your first day, which we’ll excuse as unfamiliarity with the route, but if you are late again, I will definitely deduct from your wages based on the time you’re late. I know Mister Huo set your monthly salary at eight thousand, right? According to the rules of our villa, being one minute late results in a hundred yuan deduction. Do you understand?"

One hundred yuan for each minute? That’s incredibly harsh!

Luckily, today’s lateness didn’t count, otherwise, my wages might have been docked significantly.

Indeed, the type of servants reflects the kind of master they serve.

That man with his cold, rigid face, is surrounded by servants who are just as ruthless.

Reluctantly but determined, Jiayi had to comply with the rules: "I understand, Sister Hui."

Sister Hui assigned the day’s tasks and went about her business.

The first thing for Jiayi to do tonight was to clean the entire second floor.

The second floor contained the master bedroom, study, gym, several guest rooms, and the hallway.

After Jiayi mopped two guest rooms, she was already gasping with fatigue.

No wonder that man is so generous, ready to offset the debt with a monthly salary of eight thousand. Cleaning such a large house is truly tiring.

But for Zaizai and for Mommy, I must grit my teeth and persevere!

Just the thought of each scrubbed floorboard reducing the compensation by ten yuan filled Jiayi with vigor!

The floors she scrubbed were not just floorboards, they were banknotes!

Arriving at the master bedroom, Jiayi pushed open the door and started cleaning the floor meticulously, not daring to miss even the smallest nook.

Sister Hui said she would come back to inspect the cleaning when it was done, and if anything was not up to par, Jiayi would have to redo it. If the rework was still unsatisfactory, there might even be deductions from her wages.

Today Jiayi saw firsthand just how strict Sister Hui could be, always threatening to deduct wages at the slightest issue. She couldn’t afford to give Sister Hui any reason to find fault.

Especially the master bedroom, which was likely a key focus of Sister Hui’s inspections.

Jiayi dared not take it lightly. After cleaning the floor, she went to the restroom to change the bucket of water and started wiping down the furniture.

The furniture was exquisite English imports, crafted from fine cherry wood which revealed elegant grain and a sheen of polished luminosity.

The living area was a suite, with the bedroom inside and outside, a sofa and coffee table were placed, probably where one would meet with private guests. The space was very spacious, and the furniture and bedding were also top-notch. However, just like the person living there, it exuded a cold air, as if uninhabited.

One thing was certain—this high-level management individual from Yundu was single.

Perhaps he didn’t even have a girlfriend, since there wasn’t a single trace of a woman’s presence in the house.

Jiayi gossiped to herself as she wiped the furniture.

Although the man was now her creditor, to be fair, he was wealthy and stable, and exceptionally handsome. Having well-off acquaintances thanks to his parents, he benefited from living in such a large mansion. There should be no shortage of women throwing themselves at him. It was quite odd that he wasn’t married at his age.

However, considering how difficult this man was to deal with, it seemed fairly normal that he didn’t have a girlfriend.

Engrossed in her thoughts and cleaning, time seemed to fly by much faster.

Next to the king-size bed was a handmade walnut armoire.

She pulled out the drawers and cleaned them one by one, from bottom to top, until she reached the topmost drawer. As soon as she opened it, there was a clattering noise from inside.

Jiayi’s eyes fell on a white box inside the drawer. She picked it up and shook it, hearing rattling inside, as if it contained a medicine box.

Driven by curiosity, Jiayi couldn’t resist unscrewing the box, and before she even got close, a strong medicinal scent assaulted her nose.

Indeed, it contained pills.

There was no packaging or instructions on the box, nor could she determine what kind of medicine it was.

The pills looked similar in shape to the vitamins Zaizai usually took—probably just vitamins, or maybe common household medication for colds or headaches?

Without giving it much thought, she was about to close the box when a man’s deep and husky voice came from the doorway, "What are you doing?"

Huo Zhenyang had just returned to the villa, his dark eyes unhappily fixing on the person in his bedroom—a slender figure with her back to him, wearing a maid’s apron, crouched on the floor, picking something up.

The man’s rebuke, like the haunting voice of a phantom rising from hell, crashed into the quiet room.

Jiayi’s fingertips trembled and the medicine bottle in her hand dropped with a thud,

And since she hadn’t closed the box yet, white pills scattered all over the floor—

In a panicked state, she turned around to see the man standing at the doorway, his suit jacket removed, revealing the open collar of his white shirt, and the graceful lines of his neck. His handsome, though slightly weary face glared at her with a chilling stare!

As the pills scattered with a loud "bang" on the floor, the man’s expression grew even more grim.

Did this man walk without making a sound?

Jiayi hastily began picking up the pills, while apologizing, "...I’m so sorry! I was cleaning the drawer..."

Huo Zhenyang coldly watched the young woman on the floor, not accepting her apology, "Why do you need to touch my things when you’re cleaning a drawer?"

It was just a moment of curiosity; she was just looking. She hadn’t expected him to suddenly return. She could only look up and say, "I’m truly sorry, it was an accident..."

The sound of the man’s anger upstairs and the woman’s plea reached the ears of the housemaid, who hurried over.

Seeing the pills scattered all over the floor and Jiayi picking them up, and then noticing the young master’s icy demeanor, the housemaid’s face changed, "What happened? How did you spill Mr. Huo’s things?"

She frowned and walked over, crouching down and pushing Jiayi aside as if she feared Jiayi would mess up even the simple task of picking up pills, and proceeded to pick them up herself.

Jiayi, unsteady from being pushed aside by the housemaid, watched helplessly as the housemaid picked up all the pills off the floor, then carefully wrapped them all back up and put them into the box.