Chapter 3

After moving in, I specifically asked the housekeeper to find me a top-notch nanny. The nanny's surname is Jane. She works efficiently and cooks delicious meals. She was very considerate, and I was quite satisfied with her. Knowing that her family was in financial difficulty, I even raised her salary. Later, however, I noticed something odd about her. While I was applying a face mask, she casually asked about the price. After I replied, she started complaining about her hard life and saying that she had never used such products before. I gave her a few boxes and even sent her some high-end skincare products. But she kept muttering about how women shouldn’t spend money like that. I knew this was her long-held belief, so I tolerated it because she was diligent in her work. I had clearly told her that I was severely allergic to peanuts and yams. The moment I put it in my mouth, I felt something was wrong. I immediately spit it out and went to the bathroom to induce vomiting. She was shouting beside me, saying I was wasting food. It was too late, and I fainted. When I woke up, she kept apologizing. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t expect this to happen. There’s no such thing as allergies. Just eat more, and you’ll be fine. If these things can't be eaten. How could you do that after you get married! !” “Don’t kick me out, I won’t do it again!” Seeing her kneeling on the ground, banging her head on the floor, and crying in fear, I eventually softened my heart. After that, she did indeed behave well. The company wasn’t very busy, so I spent more time at home. Most of the time, I just lay on the sofa playing with my phone. I never expected her to start giving me orders. She made me hand-wash my underwear. From having me take the dishes to the kitchen after meals to gradually having me wash my own dishes. She also made me sweep the floor. After I refused, she started lecturing me: “Doreen, as a woman, if you don’t know how to do these things, you won’t find a husband. These are the basics, and you’re already 26 years old.” “In my hometown, if you’re in this age and not married, you’ll be kicked out of the family!” She laughed happily. “But it's okay. I'll teach you step by step. You also need to learn how to cook and clean up. Otherwise, you'll be beaten by your in-laws. I'm just doing this for your own good.” I was so angry my face turned dark. I took out my phone in front of her and made a video call to my fiancé: “I heard that if I can't do housework, I won't be able to find a husband? What do you think??” I held the screen up to Jane, which showing the man’s handsome face on it. He was shocked: “Who said that? How could you do such things?” I shot Mrs. Jane a glance, and her expression turned dark. “If I don’t do these things, will I be beaten if I marry into your family?” “Doreen, what are you saying?! That’s impossible. We have so many maids at home—what are they there for? Who is this person? Let me see you.” Upon hearing this, Mrs. Jane was visibly shocked. “Who is this?!” “You said I couldn’t get married, right? This is my fiancé. Why don’t you talk to him about why I’d be beaten by my in-laws?” She glared at me with a terrifying expression: “You’re supposed to marry my son! How could you do this?! You promiscuous woman!”