Li Daming was dressed in a black suit, one that Wang Xia had spent a considerable amount of money on. Among the clothes in Li Daming's wardrobe, the most expensive items were those few suits. However, his demeanor didn’t quite match the attire—he didn’t look like a successful man.
Well… more like someone whose profession you could guess at a glance—probably a security guard, insurance agent, chauffeur, or real estate broker.
Wang Xia had told him that since he worked closely with the boss, maintaining a proper image was essential.
Yes.
Li Daming worked as a chauffeur for the Gu family, often referred to as "Old Li the Driver."
A live-in nanny and a chauffeur—what could be more like another form of high-society marriage?
"Just got back from dropping President Gu off at the airport. How was your first day at work? Tired? Did you get along with Madam?" Li Daming was very concerned about his daughter’s career.
The "President Gu" Li Daming mentioned was the second-generation head of the Gu family, Su Yunjin’s husband, Gu Guofeng.
Gu Guofeng and Su Yunjin had three sons together.
The eldest, Gu Xun, twenty-seven, was known as "Young Master Gu" and currently served as the general manager of the family conglomerate.
The second son, Gu Ye, twenty-three, had just dipped his toes into the entertainment industry.
The youngest, Gu Xuan, was ten years old—right at the age where he loved playing Eggy Party.
"Madam and I got along just fine. Don’t worry about my work," Jiang Mo said confidently.
"In this regard, you should listen to your mother more. She has more experience than I do," Li Daming said, immediately buttering up Wang Xia as she walked in.
Wang Xia didn’t ask Jiang Mo about her day out with Su Yunjin.
Earlier, she had gone upstairs to help Madam tidy up and noticed that Su Yunjin was in a good mood—she had even praised Jiang Mo a few times.
Everything was settled. No need to ask further.
That evening, most of the Gu family members were busy, leaving only Su Yunjin and ten-year-old Gu Xuan at home for dinner.
Fewer people meant fewer complications.
After the Gu family finished their meal, Jiang Mo helped her parents pack up leftovers from the kitchen and ate dinner in her own nanny’s quarters.
Jiang Mo’s family was a blended one. Her biological father had passed away when she was one, and later, Wang Xia married Li Daming. Together, they had a son, Li Zheng, who was now in his final year of high school, just three months away from the college entrance exams.
As the right-hand helpers of the Gu family, the couple rarely had free time. Both Jiang Mo and Li Zheng attended prestigious boarding schools in Jiangcheng.
As the family ate, they chatted about gossip.
"That Jiang Rou… I don’t think she likes Madam very much. So why does she keep inviting her to play mahjong?" Jiang Mo wondered.
"You just don’t get it," Wang Xia said with a sly smile. "She’s addicted to mahjong. Do you know how unbearable it is for a mahjong addict when they can’t find a fourth player?"
"But what about Madam? I don’t think she’s the type to be addicted to mahjong."
"Madam actually enjoys playing too, especially when the other players are bad. Easy money—why not take it?"
That was something Jiang Mo hadn’t considered.
In that case, she definitely had to go.
You could hold grudges against people, but never against money.
"Hey, Mom, when are you going to add me to that gossip group chat?" Jiang Mo had been thinking about this for a while.
"What gossip group?" Li Daming perked up.
Human nature loves a good scandal.
Wang Xia rolled her eyes at the two of them—neither could be trusted with secrets. "There’s no gossip group. It’s just a chat where a few of us girlfriends catch up."
Jiang Mo thought to herself, Catching up? That’s just gossip. What else would a bunch of women have to talk about?
Wang Xia was a live-in nanny and had her own quarters. Li Daming’s work schedule revolved around the big boss, so his rest time was irregular.
When he had time, he went home. Otherwise, he squeezed in with Wang Xia.
Working together as a couple did have its conveniences.
Jiang Mo wasn’t a live-in nanny, so after dinner, she prepared to ride her electric scooter home.
Her place wasn’t too far from the Gu residence—about half an hour by scooter if she went fast.
That morning, she had arrived at the Gu mansion on her brand-new scooter.
She, Jiang Mo, was now officially a car owner.
"It’s not safe at night. Since your dad’s free, let him drive you home. Leave the scooter here," Wang Xia insisted.
"No way! I can’t ride in the boss’s car!" Jiang Mo waved her hands in refusal.
"…You’ve got quite the imagination," Wang Xia pointed. "You’re taking that car."
A Mercedes pulled out from the corner, and Li Daming leaned out from the driver’s seat. "Hop in, kiddo."
"This Mercedes was phased out by the Gu family. We mostly use it for grocery runs and moving stuff," Li Daming said as he told Jiang Mo to buckle up.
The car headed home, and by the time they arrived, Jiang Mo had two extra bags of snacks in hand—thanks to the many food stalls along the way.
Jiang Mo flopped onto the couch, munching on grilled sweet potato noodles.
Li Daming nagged, "Good thing your mom didn’t see this, or she’d scold you."
"Heh, Old Li, want some?" Jiang Mo offered.
"Eating too much at night is bad for digestion," Li Daming declined. "Now that you’ve officially started working, your mom and I can relax. Do well, and maybe before we retire, we can get you promoted."
"Promoted? Wait, didn’t the Qing Dynasty fall ages ago? Do we have some imperial throne to inherit?"
"No throne, but you could take over your mom’s position as head housekeeper."
"Think about it—the Gu family has three sons. The older two already have their own places outside, and settling down is probably far off for them. Eventually, they’ll split the household," Li Daming analyzed. "When that happens, we can arrange for you to become the housekeeper for either the eldest or second young master."
"Young people these days are too busy enjoying life. They won’t be home much. You’d be living in a mansion, getting paid, sleeping in, ordering takeout—sounds like the good life, doesn’t it?"
The more Jiang Mo listened, the better it sounded.
But why did this plot feel so familiar?
Wasn’t this like those period dramas where, in ancient times, her parents would’ve been the steward and matron of a noble household, and she’d be a servant born into the family?
Grow up, get a cushy job within the household, never worry about food or shelter.
"Not bad, Old Li. You’ve got some wisdom in you," Jiang Mo said, wishing she had a free hand to applaud.
Li Daming rubbed his balding head. "Of course. Your old man was quite the looker back in the day—the most handsome lad in the village."
Jiang Mo: "…"
Though she wanted to stay up late, work the next day forced her to reluctantly put her phone away close to 1 a.m.
The next morning, yawning and bleary-eyed, she was driven to work by Li Daming.
First, she fed the two cats, played with them for a bit, cleaned their litter box, and then fed the fish.
Then she was sent to water the potted plants in the courtyard.
In short, she was a handy brick—moved wherever needed.
This won’t do. Being a nanny requires skills too.
Maybe she should learn cooking? Organization techniques? Appliance repair?
As she pondered, Su Yunjin called her over. "Xiao Mo, at noon, take some soup to the office for Gu Xun. That boy has a weak stomach but never eats properly. Make sure he finishes every last drop."
