From Dropout to Housemaid-The Upper Crust's Favorite - Chapter 20 - Mr. Su's Little Mishap

Su Linyuan stepped into the study and immediately noticed something different about the desk.

When Qian was around, she always stacked everything neatly in one pile. Every time, he had to sift through the stack to find what he needed.

This time, though the desk wasn’t as meticulously arranged as Qian’s style, it was still well-organized.

A light blue sticky note stood out against the dark wood of the desk. Su Linyuan picked it up, his eyebrows arching slightly.

The handwriting on the note was elegant and clean, with no excessive flourishes, making it easy to read at a glance.

His gaze followed the note to the neatly categorized files on the desk.

To his surprise, not only were the documents sorted into signed and rejected piles, but even the unsigned ones were organized by priority and urgency.

For a moment, Su Linyuan felt a rare sense of clarity and ease, as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

The files in the study weren’t particularly confidential, so it didn’t matter if someone else saw them. Organizing the study was part of the housemaid’s duties, and he never brought sensitive documents home.

Still, he was impressed that Jiang Xianyu had managed to arrange the files with the precision of his personal assistant.

Unbeknownst to him, Jiang Xianyu’s past experiences had equipped her with the skills to handle his files so efficiently.

After finishing with the documents, it wasn’t even nine o’clock yet.

Remembering that he had left some materials downstairs earlier, he decided to head down to retrieve them.

The sound of his slippers echoed through the spacious house.

As he passed the dining table, he noticed the unwashed dishes from dinner. A faint frown crossed his face, and he stopped in his tracks, standing by the table for a long moment.

Eventually, he reached out, stacked the dishes, and carried them toward the kitchen.

His long arms held the precariously balanced stack of plates and bowls, which weren’t arranged from largest to smallest. With each step, they wobbled dangerously.

Just as he was about to place them in the sink, there was a loud crash.

The dishes toppled.

Seeing the plates and bowls about to hit the floor, he instinctively reached out to catch them. After a flurry of clattering sounds, only one small bowl in his grasp survived unscathed.

The once spotless kitchen floor was now a chaotic mess.

Su Linyuan felt every hair on his body stand on end.

His good mood vanished in an instant.

The shards of broken dishes seemed to jab at his sense of order. He grabbed a trash bin and bent down to pick up the pieces.

A sharp sting cut through his finger as a shard sliced his skin, and a few drops of crimson blood fell to the floor.

His face darkened, lips pressed into a thin line. He said nothing.

Standing up decisively, he turned and walked out of the kitchen, shutting the door behind him.

“Out of sight, out of mind,” he muttered to himself.

With that, he held up his injured hand and headed back upstairs.

The night’s work? Canceled.

The next morning, Jiang Xianyu woke up promptly at seven.

After washing up, she hopped on her electric scooter and headed to Banshan Villa.

The night before, she had prepared the filling and let the dough rise. This morning, she planned to steam some buns, pair them with eight-treasure porridge, and serve them alongside some stir-fried side dishes.

Upon arriving, she hung up her coat and noticed the empty dining table.

That’s odd, she thought. Wasn’t I supposed to clean up the table this morning?

Could it be that Su Linyuan cleaned it up himself?

Huh, he’s surprisingly considerate.

Thinking this, Jiang Xianyu pushed open the kitchen door with a smile on her face.

The smile froze instantly.

The floor was a battlefield of shattered porcelain, food scraps, scattered chopsticks, and spoons. It looked as though a small war had taken place here.

Especially when her eyes landed on a few dried bloodstains on the floor.

Tsk. That sealed the deal.

After a brief two-second pause, she slipped on heat-resistant gloves and began picking up the larger shards of porcelain. The rest, she swept up with a broom.

Once the bigger mess was dealt with, the remaining stains on the floor demanded attention.

Xianyu worked efficiently. She grabbed a cleaning spray, spritzed it over the stains, scrubbed, scraped, and disposed of the debris. Done.

She didn’t notice the man upstairs, dressed in a navy-blue robe, peeking over the second-floor railing with a guilty expression.

From his vantage point, Su Linyuan had a clear view of the kitchen below.

The chaotic scene from last night had been haunting him, so he woke up early. After finishing his morning workout and stepping out of the gym, he heard movement downstairs and realized the new housemaid, Jiang Xianyu, had arrived.

The memory of the kitchen mess made him uneasy.

She’s probably furious, he thought. Maybe cursing him out under her breath for being such an irresponsible boss who left her with this disaster.

He’d overheard employees at his company grumbling about their managers before. He understood the frustrations of the working class.

From his angle, he couldn’t see Xianyu’s face, only her slender figure as she bent over to clean.

The villa’s heating was on, keeping the chill at bay. Xianyu wore a beige knit sweater and fitted jeans. The loose sweater draped naturally along her back and waist as she leaned forward, accentuating her graceful silhouette.

Her movements were swift and practiced, as if this were just another routine task. In what felt like the blink of an eye-five minutes, maybe less-the kitchen floor was spotless, as though a fairy had waved a wand.

Afterward, Xianyu stayed in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. She cooked porridge, steamed buns, and stir-fried side dishes.

Tasks that seemed tedious to Su Linyuan appeared effortless in her hands.

After watching for a while, he turned and went back upstairs to the third floor.

By the time Xianyu finished cooking, it was 8:10 a.m.

She set the breakfast on the dining table. Seeing no sign of anyone coming down, she returned to the kitchen to tidy up.

Even after cleaning the kitchen, there was still no sign of Su Linyuan. Glancing at the clock, she hesitated for a moment before deciding to go upstairs and call him.

As she reached the third floor, she ran into Su Linyuan coming out of his room.

It was the first time Xianyu had seen him up close.

From a distance, he had seemed tall. But now, standing just a few steps away, she truly felt the imposing presence of his six-foot-three frame.

He had already changed out of his robe into a crisp shirt and tailored trousers, looking every bit the part of a commanding figure. His broad shoulders and straight posture exuded an air of authority.

His skin was fair with a cool undertone, his ears slightly flushed. His sharp, chiseled features gave him a striking appearance. Though his face was expressionless, he didn’t seem as unapproachable as he had at the banquet where she’d first seen him.

While Xianyu was observing him, Su Linyuan was also sizing her up.

The woman before him had a delicate, refined beauty, reminiscent of the elegant ladies described in classical poetry. Her fair skin was almost translucent, and her small face seemed even smaller with a few loose strands of hair framing her cheeks-a result of her work in the kitchen.

Her loose sweater concealed her waistline, but her straight, slender legs, outlined by her jeans, made her look poised and graceful.

Su Linyuan’s thin lips parted slightly, but after several attempts, he couldn’t manage to say a single word.

He instinctively rubbed his ear.

This woman didn’t fit the image of a “housemaid” at all.

What should he call her?

He addressed Qian as “Qian,” and other housemaids were usually called “Auntie.” But looking at Jiang Xianyu, he couldn’t bring himself to say “Auntie.”

Should he call her “Miss Jiang”?

But what kind of employer calls their housemaid “Miss”?

Sensing his awkwardness, Xianyu smiled and broke the silence. “Mr. Su, I’m Jiang Xianyu. I’ll be filling in for Qian this month. You can call me Xiao Jiang, or just use my name-it’s up to you.”

“Breakfast is ready. You can head downstairs to eat.”