C10 Blissful Fortune in Misfortune

Xia Yihan forcefully swallowed the remaining half of her yawn. At the same time, her face turned completely red after being caught red-handed like a thief.

She habitually bit her lips and whispered: "I'm sorry, Mr. Ye. I won't be like this ever again."

Her face was flushed, her eyes were troubled, and her wide maid's uniform showed two semicircles of white at the neck. This scene made the man want to protect him, but also want to bully him.

Ye Zimo's gaze was fixed on her eyes. She heard her own heart beating especially loudly.

She lowered her head, avoiding his strange eyes. He stretched out his hand a little towards her, clenched it into a fist, withdrew it, pursed his lips, and left.

Leaving just like that?

She thought he was going to make things difficult for her, or ask her to come into the room and stay on duty or something.

He didn't say anything.

After he left, Xia Yihan took a deep breath and silently prayed in her heart: Xiaojun, please help me. Let Director Ye come here as soon as possible.

She lowered her heart and continued wiping the floor until not a speck of dust could be seen on the white cloth.

The security guard on duty went to lock the door, yawned, and went back to sleep.

Xia Yihan guessed that Ye Zimo must have also gone to sleep, so she quietly went to the bathroom to take out the hidden rags and needle and thread and spread them on the floor.

Fortunately, they were in a hurry. The cloth they cut was not particularly fragmented, and was still big and big.

She parted the rags according to the two skirts, put one of them together, and began to sew.

The work was huge, and she knew that if the needlework looked obvious, the housekeeper would find fault with it. That was why the stitches were so small.

She was glad that she had done this when she was young. She was still very skilled at it. It was just that the lights in the hall had already been turned off. The current lights were a bit dim, so she could not see clearly, which made it difficult for her.

After an unknown period of time, her drowsiness grew heavier and heavier. She propped up her stiff eyelids, and many times, the needle had pierced into her hand.

If it hurt, he would wake up a bit more.

Ye Zimo, who finished his shower and read the book, turned on the computer in his room and opened the monitor screen in the lobby. His gaze fell on Xia Yihan, who was sitting on the floor.

It was dark, and he couldn't see what she was doing. He looked closely at the screen, and when he saw that she was sewing, he frowned imperceptibly.

At this moment, Xia Yihan was sleepy again. The sharp end of the needle had accurately pierced into the gap between her thumb. The intense pain had completely sobered her up.

She squeezed the tip of her finger so hard that blood oozed out, and her tears flowed with it.

The night was so deep that perhaps only then would she be able to let herself cry.

He had been holding back his tears for too long, and once they were released, he could no longer hold them back. Not daring to make a sound, she bit her lips and let the tears flow.

Ye Zimo stared at the screen in shock, his gaze became very complicated.

His fists gradually tightened, tightened, and relaxed.

He picked up the phone on the tea table and skillfully dialed a few numbers. Soon, the butler's respectful voice came from the other side.

"Mr. Ye!"

"Our Ye Family, so poor that we need servants to sew and mend our own clothes?" he asked in a cold voice.

The butler was already in a daze, unable to make sense of the situation.

"Mr. Ye, I, I don't understand."

"Then listen carefully! Tomorrow, make two new sets of uniforms for Xia Yihan. She can wear anything before the uniforms come out. "