Part 1The Tutor of Little Devils

Graduating meant unemployment.

To make ends meet, I decisively changed my degree on my resume to a high school diploma and threw myself into the housekeeping industry.

However, on my first day on the job, I successfully witnessed a [Wealthy Family Feud].

The 9-year-old eldest daughter, in order to frame her 6-year-old brother, actually jumped down the stairs...

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Of course, her little trick didn't succeed.

Because, besides me seeing it.

The surveillance cameras captured it clearly too.

This eldest miss was fighting over something with her brother. When she couldn't win, she threw herself down the stairs.

So, her mother, my employer, left her in the hospital without even a glance.

And the other nannies in the house, disliking her viciousness, pushed the job of taking care of her onto me.

Before I could even move into my dorm, I moved into the hospital first.

She cried from dark until dawn, crying until my brain buzzed.

I wanted to give up, but my negative bank balance told me otherwise.

If I ran away, I wouldn't find such a good job again.

Room and board included, and high salary.

At least, at least stay until the debt is paid off.

I could only try to infiltrate the circle of nanny aunties and learned some news from them.

"Never seen such a bad kid. Her brother entered her room, so she deliberately set her own room on fire and framed her brother for it."

"The cookies her dad brought back from abroad, her brother was ignorant and ate them first, she almost strangled her brother to death."

"Usually, she can't stand her parents praising her brother. As long as they praise him, she definitely hits her brother."

"Such a girl, if she were back in our hometown, she would have been beaten to death long ago."

I felt very uncomfortable listening to this.

Suddenly, a voice popped up behind me:

"I am just such a vicious person, so what?"

I was so scared that I dropped my phone on the ground. Turning around, I found her standing behind me, gnashing her teeth in hatred.

A pair of beautiful eyes cried out of shape.

She even wanted to kick me:

"You, a servant, dare to arrange my words behind my back."

"Believe it or not, I'll fire you."

I dodged in time and avoided her kick.

But she slipped and fell.

Immediately, the crying was earth-shaking. I hurried to help her up, held her in my arms, and coaxed her carefully.

I thought she would make a bigger scene.

But she strangely calmed down.

I looked down in surprise and saw her snuggling in my arms, looking obedient.

When she found my gaze and met mine.

She immediately lowered her head.

Then she reacted and shouted at me fiercely:

"What are you looking at."

"Believe it or not, this miss will gouge out your eyes."

At such a young age, why learn so many lines from TV dramas?

I carried her back to the ward, laughing and crying, and pressed the call bell to summon the doctor to check on her.

Good news, she's fine.

Bad news, she shouted pain and insisted I rub it for her, or she would complain to the family.

When Nanny Wang came to deliver food, she saw me rubbing her leg.

My hands hurt from rubbing, alternating left and right.

While one hand rubbed, the other was shaking.

Nanny Wang put down the things and gave me a look.

So I made an excuse to wash the dishes and went out to meet Nanny Wang.

Nanny Wang opened her mouth and said, curling her lips in extreme disgust:

"You hugged her this time, she will make a fuss if you don't hug her next time."

I found it strange to hear.

But I didn't agree with Nanny Wang's words, just gently retorted:

"Children, aren't they just wanting kisses, hugs, and being lifted high?"