Once upon a Bad Christmas

Chapter 39

I wanted to mention the Pan family; they are a problem, but I decided not to startle the snake. Anyway, even if I wanted to throw out everyone, managing so much land and the things upon it is something I could not do alone. I had a son now, and though it’s a slow process, I wanted to cultivate my feelings with the cheap husband.

The desire of the flesh and the constant memory of that night was something I wanted to experience firsthand, but that’s later; now I need to focus on more important things.

“Also, inform them that I will be implementing a meritocracy; those who are skilled and loyal will be rewarded handsomely, those who are not will be replaced.” Well, beating them with a stick and offering a treat after is always a good thing.

“I’m sorry for asking, but young miss Mi, what if they ask for details?”

“Then tell them something like; they will be rewarded with bonuses, promotions, and opportunities for advancement,” I said offhandedly. True, they will receive those things but in smaller forms. The world then submerged in water. What house could be given away except room, food, and some random things to do, though I will never mention it until later.

“Also, I will allow a certain amount of people to learn skills, so they can become successful in their own right. They can choose to leave after five years, armed with valuable skills and experience, or stay if they wish, becoming valuable assets to the Mi estate.” It was useless because the world will end in December, but the carrot and stick approach is still useful, a classic manipulation tactic. I felt like I was luring these people to do things like laborers, but alas, I am a good person; their lives will be much more comfortable with me.

“There are many things I wish to improve for the entire Mi territory, not just the estate itself. I want to improve the school for the children, providing them with better resources and qualified teachers; create more businesses for people, fostering entrepreneurship and economic growth; improve the infrastructure, repairing roads and building new facilities; and increase their income, lifting them out of poverty and improving their quality of life.” I spewed a lot of bullshit, but it seemed to sound convincing. With all of this, this can cover my tracks with the new purchases and the repair of the old house. There is a benefit to being a mother alone with ‘wolves’ for workers.

“Yes, young miss Mi, the young master?” Reruken asked.

“Give him to me,” I said, reaching out for the child and holding him in my arms. Sigh, I was a bit dusty, covered in dirt from inspecting the fields, but this situation will become normal in the future; let him build an immunity now when everything was still abundant.

Footsteps sounded behind me, and I heard the voice before I turned to see the person. “So what did the Pans do to get you so angry?” Hui Zhengri said from behind, his tone laced with curiosity.

I turned back to look at Zhengri, eyes narrowing in thought, not really wanting to tell him, feeling it was an overshare, but felt it was necessary to explain my actions. This is, after all, my cheap husband. “They are the ones responsible for the cattle in Area A getting sick and nearly dying a few months ago, deliberately contaminating their feed with toxins.” I pursed my lips, heart bleeding, all that food!

Those damn wastes!

“I had suspected they were the ones, but I did not have proof. Now I do, thanks to Reruken’s investigation,” I continued to say, turning my gaze from him to watch the workers continue to handle the cattle and other livestock. “They were also responsible for the fire that destroyed a portion of the grazing area a few years back, a supposed ‘accident,’ and were skimming money from the accounts, siphoning funds into offshore accounts.” Family can be such a burden; the Pan brothers are not bad, but the rest of their family…sigh, they only served to implicate them.

“Miss Mi, would you like us to help?” Hui Zhengli said, stepping forward. The two standing close together had the same soft look which made me become dazed for a moment; I mean, what woman would not become tempted? They were all handsome, charming, and incredibly wealthy and soon to be mine. Honestly, if I did not have so many things to worry about, I would have been shameless!

The child in my arms squirmed, pulling at my hair, forcing me to look away, breaking the spell. “No, thank you, Hui Zhengli, this is a Mi family matter, a private affair, I do not want to involve outsiders.”

“But we are family, aren’t we? We are married,” he said, looking at me with a hurt expression, his eyes like a kicked puppy.

Ugh, imagine having these three lookalikes trailing behind me. I shivered as my imagination went wild.

Their body, their faces, what was between their legs!

Ah! Ah! I’m about to have a nosebleed! Inwardly I tried to control myself, and once I did, I released a sigh. “Yes, we are married, technically, but I still do not need your help. I can handle this myself,” I said, silently wishing they would go away, disappear from my sight, ugh, the temptation is driving me nuts!

I turned away from the three brothers. I would deal with them later, when I had the time and energy. Right now, I had more pressing matters to attend to, a whole estate, farm, and the like to whip into shape before the time is up.

“Alright, Miss Si, you know what to do; make sure everything is done within the hour. I do not wish to waste any more time.”

“As you wish, Young Mistress Mi,” Miss Si said, bowing, her expression impassive.

I turned and walked away, heading towards another awaiting vehicle, a black SUV with tinted windows. This will take some time, but it will allow me to go over everything carefully so that when the Pan family and those others accused wanted to defend themselves, they would have no chance, their lies crumbling under the weight of evidence.

Before the door closed, I looked at the triplets and pursed my lips, knowing now that I faced them, I could not get away even if I tried. The soft slam of the door and the smooth movement of the car indicated that we would be on the way. It will take an hour to reach the desired destination, which should give all the others enough time to stew in their anxiety.

I could feel the eyes of the three brothers following my movements, but I ignored them, focusing on the task ahead.

Once upon a Bad Christmas

Chapter 38

To be cold is no problem; I had been that way for a long time, but three men, who looked identical, heh. I could not pretend anymore.

I knew Zhengri was one of the triplets from my first book, but he seemed to be just like Zhengri Hui, the lawyer from my previous life.

In my last life and a lover of beauty, I had kept him around for other reasons, but he had a body that seemed to be created when the great creator was pleased.

His body, his face, ah, it was an inspiration, just like the other three.

Even if I was as single as a dollar, they were like spiritual compensation, erm, but it had been something I had kept to myself.

Now these three were here, exact mirror images of each other, and a temptation I wanted to indulge in like a cat with catnip, sigh, such a damn pity!

Now, I am in such an unfortunate situation, I could not indulge in male beauty, ahhhhh!

I just wanted to prepare for the apocalypse, was that so hard?

I wanted to sell a few of the animals here and use the money to help me pay the workers and get rid of the dead weight.

The Pan brothers, unfortunately, seemed to be doing good, superficially at least, even though I wanted to drop them like a hot pot, watching them sink to the bottom. “Vanity—” Zhengri Hui started, his voice laced with concern. Even his voice made my ovaries quiver! No wonder I gave birth and married him!

“Please, go to your brothers, I am busy here and cannot afford any distractions,” I said, cutting him off with a dismissive wave. (Yeah, shoo! Shoo! Don’t bother this old lady!)

Like what the hell is this drama? I refuse to handle the three of them. I am already married to one, and had no desire to take on two more, especially since they were all obsessed with their brother.

Not now.

“I am sorry, Hui brothers, but we are exceptionally busy now and need to focus,” I said with finality, hoping they would take the hint.

I just cannot deal right now, even though they were all beauties and I was so tempted, a weakness I couldn’t afford, but, unfortunately, I had to continue first so I do not become—

“Young Miss Mi,” Reruken stepped forward, his face grim. I faced him, steeling myself for more bad news. “Miss Mi, I have the information regarding the discrepancies you requested.”

(Don’t be angry, do not rage like a bull that saw red, do not cuss, do not throw a tantrum.) I tried to calm myself down before taking the tablet. When I did, I was somewhat in control.

I took the tablet he handed to me, a sleek black device, and tapped it, scrolling through the reports and bank statements, scanning it quickly, becoming angrier and angrier the more I read the information, while resisting the urge to crush it in my hand.

“It seems like things have been quite busy in my absence,” I said, my voice dangerously calm, handing the phone back to Reruken. I felt that because I was still somewhat young and had no parents to back me, these people did what they wanted.

Alright, bullying people!

I gritted my teeth, trying to remain calm. A string of Bajan swear words were rattled off in my mind like a machine gun. I yelled, roared, threw imaginary tables and chairs. It was a mess in my mind, yo, unlike how eerily calm I looked on the outside.

The countryside is separated from the city by more than just distance; it’s a world apart in terms of power dynamics. Those in the city usually look down on those in the country, which for those like myself and many families like the Mi family and those who serve them is a good thing. Land was cheaper, products as well.

The air was cleaner and building a house, though it lacked the convenience of malls like the city, one can live quite comfortably.

The old house is for the main family of the Mi family, my family, with, of course, the villages and their heads, plus the main branch having a say, along with the elders, in all major decisions, a benefit for those who served.

With the Mi family spending less time in the country, their say also became less, allowing these villagers who were supposed to serve the Mi family loyally to become greedy, opportunistic snakes.

Millions of assets are tempting, especially when you think no one is watching, and it was slowly eaten away, pilfered one small piece at a time. The things within the house were not left with accountant Yen but separately in different safes scattered throughout the property. Some had already changed hands, disappearing over time, and many things which could be sold were sold or taken for themselves, ending up in their own homes.

Someone like me, who is alone without proper family backing, especially after my parents’ disappearance for so many years and a woman, can be seen as really weak, an easy target. Which is annoying!

Luckily, I was normally a loner, and things like family did not affect me. With a focused mind, I could get rid of the dead weight without feeling burdened.

“Alright, let’s deal with the Pan family first; I do not wish to waste time or resources on such people,” I sighed, rubbing my temples. The Pan brothers seemed to be doing such a good job, or so I thought, such a pity.

Well, it has to be done.

“Curren, gather everyone, including all members of the Pan family; the main branch, the second branch, and all the people who worked with them, and have them wait in the courtyard. Let them bring their family because I will not separate them from each other.” From the list, it seems to be about a hundred people, which would be a headache, a logistical nightmare. I pursed my lips, extremely annoyed.

I gestured for Miss Si to come forward. Her family was clean, only her father was one who also became greedy, but he can be sorted with a message. In the grand scheme of things, he was simply a chess piece that can be discarded. Doctor Si should handle her husband and his family. Such a man, donating his sperm was his only use, for he produced such an excellent daughter, intelligent and loyal, at least so far. The human mind is a complicated thing, anyway.

“Young Miss Mi?” Miss Si prompted, her voice soft but expectant.

I looked up, pursed my lips thoughtfully, allowing myself a few more moments of silent contemplation before finally speaking, my decision solidifying.

“Gather all the workers, and inform them that those who wish to leave are absolutely free to do so, and they will be provided with a generous severance package: three months’ salary and a strong letter of recommendation. Those who choose to remain will be required to sign a new, comprehensive contract, which will clearly and unequivocally outline all expectations and, more importantly, the strict consequences for any breaches.”

Once upon a Bad Christmas

Chapter 37

They walked in silence for a few moments, the only sound the low bellow and huffing of cattle and the chirping of insects. Zhengri glanced at her, noticing the way her eyes scanned the herd, assessing their condition with a practiced eye. She was a farmer, a rancher, a businesswoman, a mother, and his wife. He fell more in love with her the more he looked it was an obsession that was bordering fanatic.

Zhengri almost gave away but held back.

“So,” he said, trying to sound casual. “What’s your strategy for selling them? Auction? Private sales?”

“A bit of both,” she replied in an offhanded manner. “The prime cuts will go to high-end restaurants in the city. The rest will be sold at auction to local butchers and farmers.”

“Smart. Diversifying your market reduces your risk.” He said with a pleased nod.

She raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in her eyes. “You actually do know your stuff, Mr. Hui.” Zhengri knew she had an idea, after all, he looked almost the same as his last life with even the same name Zhengri Hui.

He grinned, emboldened by her unexpected compliment. “Thank you,” Zhengri said as the two continued moving forward at a somewhat leisurely pace.

They reached the edge of the herd, the cattle regarding them with mild curiosity. Vanity stopped, her gaze sweeping over the animals. “Curren, bring me the sorting stick.”

Curren handed her a long, thin pole, and Vanity began to move through the herd, occasionally tapping a cow on the flank to direct it towards a separate pen. Zhengri watched, fascinated, as she moved with a confident grace, her presence commanding respect from both the animals and the people around her.

He saw one of the Pan brothers approach Vanity, whispering something in her ear. She listened intently, then nodded curtly. The Pan brother retreated, looking relieved.

“What was that about?” Zhengri asked.

“One of the heifers is showing signs of illness,” she replied. “We need to isolate her and call the vet.”

“Can I help?”

She hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “You can hold the gate open while Curren and I move her.”

Zhengri felt a surge of pride. She was trusting him, even if only with a small task, it reminded him of back then when the five of them had previously worked together. He followed her to the gate, his heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness.

As they worked together to move the sick heifer, he found himself stealing glances at her. Her face was flushed with exertion, her brow furrowed in concentration. She was beautiful, strong, and fiercely independent. And he was determined to win her, no matter the cost. Loving her in the last life but unable to take the iniative whhile in this one he had already married her and sired a son from her, there is simply no way he would let any chance in making her his in all ways possible perminently his.

Later, after the heifer had been safely isolated and the vet had been called, Vanity turned to him, her eyes softening slightly. “Thank you, Mr. Hui. I appreciate your help.”

“Anytime, Miss Mi,” he said, his heart swelling with hope. “Anytime.”

He knew he had a long way to go, but he was willing to do whatever it took to earn her love.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of activity. They inspected the sheep and goats, haggled with Reruken over fleece quality, and discussed the logistics of transporting the livestock to market. Zhengri tried to make himself useful, asking intelligent questions, offering helpful suggestions, and generally trying not to get in the way. He was surprised by how much he enjoyed it. The physical labor, the fresh air, the sense of being part of something tangible – it was a welcome change from the sterile environment of his law office.

Anyway, where she was had always been better than anything else.

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the fields, they gathered by the helicopter for the return trip to the villas. Vanity looked tired, but her eyes still held a spark of satisfaction. She handed Tian Kuo to Curren, then turned to Zhengri. “Thank you for your help today. You were…surprisingly competent.”

Zhengri felt like a fool wanting to smile like one but instead focused his gaze on his wife and nodded curtly.

It could not be helped he wanted her so much but feared her outright rejection.

He grinned. “It was a pleasure, Miss Mi.”

She chuckled softly, a sound that sent a shiver down his spine. “Don’t get any ideas, Mr. Hui. One day of manual labor doesn’t erase the past.”

“I’m not expecting it to,” he said, his voice low and sincere. “But I am hoping it’s a start.”

She looked at him for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then, without a word, she turned and climbed into the helicopter. He followed, his heart heavy but not without hope.

Arriving back at her villa, Zhengri lingered.

He wanted to say something but could not bring himself to. She is his wife in this life, the child is his but they had only spent one night together, the two barely remembering. Worse, she had given birth and spent her confinement alone. Sure he had searched for her with his brothers and clearly she had no desire to be found, but he could not help but to think he was incompetent and the almost hundred years of his life was worthless.

Zhengri opened his mouth to speak but then stiffened when he heard a voice almost the exact one of his own.

“Eldest brother running off like this makes us worried,” Zhengri turned to look at his two replicas who appeared, stepping out a sleek off-road vehicle. Zhengri looked at his brothers with a frown, they were triplets, identical and seemed to be his bane.

Vanity is his wife but he had to share her. As a man he felt that these two were in his way and sharing his woman made him uncomfortable but she had written the book…and anyway they all had feelings for her so…after discussing with them they came to a compromise, but did he really accept?

No!

He could not help but to be greedy like his brothers but with their connection, it was impossible. They had to share her!

Pursing his lips, Zhengri for a time remained silent.

Once upon a Bad Christmas

Chapter 36

The family was never large, only ever with a few, though they had many servants and workers; many had too high ambitions.

Heh, who didn’t, right?

“So,” he said, forcing a lightness he didn’t feel. “Tell me about these cattle. Are they Angus? Hereford? Perhaps a bit of both?” He knew he sounded like a bumbling fool, but he had to start somewhere.

She finally looked up, a flicker of something akin to amusement in her eyes. “You actually know something about cattle, Mr Hui?” Zhengri tried not to show his obsession on his face; after all, he is the eldest Hui brother and had to show his dignity in public, and he had his previous life experiences, making him almost a hundred with his two lives combined.

After adjusting himself, Zhengri allowed himself a small, hopeful smile. “I know enough to be dangerous, Miss Mi.”

It might sound cheesy, but it was a start. Beneath them, the helicopter dipped. “Young Miss Mi, we will be landing shortly. Below, Reruken and the others are waiting,” the pilot announced.

“Alright.”

Zhengri watched her adjust the baby in her arms, her focus unwavering. This was his child, but he was not sure how to really approach it in a way she would accept.

The helicopter touched down gently on a wide, grassy field. A small group of people stood waiting, their faces shaded by wide-brimmed hats. Zhengri recognized a couple of faces from the earlier encounter at the villas – the Pan brothers, looking considerably less put out than before.

Like a true bystander, Zhengri Hui stood aside, face impassive, a vast contrast to his inner thoughts and hope watching his wife.

As Vanity stepped out, Curren at her side, the group took off their hats and dipped their heads before putting them back on.

Zhengri remembered that in the book, Vanity had written about Curren in detail, the Pan brothers, and Reruken. Of course, they were key figures who served the Mi family devotedly.

He knew, though, that some had different thoughts, and conflicts will later arise, but forgot exactly when and which branch.

Well, he is here, and if anything did happen, he had no issue becoming ruthless. The constraint of law will end soon anyway.

“Reruken, report,” Vanity said, her voice crisp and businesslike.

Just hearing the name Reruken, Zhengri was curious, trying to imagine what he looked like, having skimmed over his description in the past.

Zhengri frowned when a tall young man with extremely handsome features and a slightly burly body stepped forward.

Reruken stepped forward, his raspy voice speaking up among the sounds of the livestock making noise. “Young Mistress Mi, the cattle are gathered as you instructed. The Pan brothers did a fine job separating them, and the new fences are holding up well.”

“And the goats and sheep?”

“They’re in the west pasture, waiting for your inspection. We’ve already started sorting them by size and fleece quality.”

The Mi family had expanded overseas, so even though they were considered small in size descendant-wise from the main branch, and some looked down on them for it, they still were an old family with ties outside.

Though C country is large with more than three billion people, its money value was not high, and some resources due to population had become scarce.

Land had been last and not sold for a very long time, making the Mi family who still had such land under their name for so long become a fat piece of meat that should be seized.

The Hui family is also similar, but their land was more than half the size of the Mi family, but their fingers were dipped in many pies, allowing them to still be among the top three percent families.

As for the Mi family, who had the Wen family serving them loyally still, Zhengri looked at Curren and found him quite interesting and felt somewhat wary.

Zhengri suddenly felt stunned, remembering suddenly that Vanity is his wife, and even if anything was to happen between her and that man, it would be highly unlikely, especially since he was better looking, bigger, and even richer. Also, Vanity was never interested in anyone before, showing indifference.

Satisfied, Zhengri continued to watch his wife. “Good. Let’s have a look at the cattle first.” She gestured for Curren to lead the way, and the group started walking towards a distant herd grazing contentedly.

Zhengri found himself walking beside Vanity, close enough to catch the faint scent of her perfume – a blend of mangoes and something subtly floral. He resisted the urge to reach out and touch her, to reassure himself that she was real, that this wasn’t some elaborate dream, furthermore lean closer to inhale the intoxicating mixed scent that was familiar.

“Angus, mostly,” Vanity said, breaking the silence. “With a few Hereford crosses. We’re aiming for a good balance of meat quality and hardiness.”

He nodded, trying to appear knowledgeable. “A sensible choice. The Angus is known for its marbling.” Heh, he actually remembered her agonizing over the different types of meat in the last life.

C country had Ox, yellow cattle breeds, and some other imported meat. After discussing for a week straight along with research, she had later decided on the two that would be deemed rare and more refined, catering to the wealthy population.

“Indeed. And the Herefords add a bit of resilience to the breed. This climate can be unpredictable.” If he did not show off, then he never would get the chance. In their past life, he had visited her on her property, though they were not many cows as the few tens including those for slaughter and dairy, they were still a lot for one person. She also had sheep and goats as well and even pigs, chickens, pheasants, ducks, geese and raised fish. He had learned a lot from her even researching a few until he could come and help her slaughter the animals, skin, bone, dry, smoke, cure and even shear the sheep. Doing that for more than thirty years one must know a lot after a while, and he did, because it was to impress her, his dream woman made flesh.

They all died single, but this life was different, even if it was a book.

Now, as his wife and mother to his child, he had to put in the effort.

Once upon a Bad Christmas

Chapter 35

Zhengri sat in the back seat of the vehicle, extremely nervous. This is his crush! Even if he is a man already in his late thirties in this life and late sixties in his last life, he still felt like a young boy.

The memory of taking her first time and being with her for an entire night was so beautiful, now here she is!

Decades he had loved this woman more than a hundred years and here she is, right beside him.

Zhengri turned his head to steal a glance at her side profile and came in contact with golden phoenix eyes glaring at him before they were closed shut. Zhengri was stunned, was this his son?

Was he not a baby?

Why did he give him such a look?

“Vanity, is this…?”

“My son. Tian Kuo with surname Mi.”

“Vast sky,” Zhengri murmured. “Yes, as the first he must have such a name.”

He heard her say while she bent her head to look down at the child.

Luckily he and his two brothers had returned to the countryside. He had been here three days trying to figure out some things when in frustration he had taken a walk. As he did he arrived here and met the wife of the Pan family and a few others.

After a small discussion he saw someone arrive in a sleek vehicle to inform them that young miss Mi was back.

Seeing their shock he had asked them to inform her and will meet in another location nearby.

By the way of course Zhengri had called a car to drive him and informed his brothers.

He was extremely excited because he was finally by her side. “We will take a helicopter to the next location.”

“I will follow your lead,” Zhengri said softly, his outward look aloof but inward he was extremely excited. “You came at a bad time, we are doing a muster to collect the cattle, goats and sheep for later slaughter.”

“Not for sale?” Zhengri asked, slightly puzzled.

“Some will be sold but most will be slaughtered, processed and stored in various ways for later.” Zhengri heard Vanity say, while fixing herself and placing the baby on her shoulder to be burped. The baby is a little over a month old but he is chubby and looked more like a three month old, with a full head of dark hair. His white skin was stark against the almond tone of his Blasian mother. If the two did not possess the same golden eyes and slightly detached look many would doubt she had given birth to him.

Zhengri sighed softly wanting to question Vanity some more but did not dare. “I know our situation, the child is yours and we are married but our meet was a bit chaotic and so was our marriage. That night, I was clearly not myself and neither were you.”

She said softly, Zhengri clenched his hands into fists. She was right, though he could clearly remember how they created their son, the part where they were married was still vague. He just knew that there was a marriage certificate with both their names and a ring on their finger.

“Vanity I—”

“Miss we have arrived.” the door was opened from her side and a handsome young man appeared, he wore a cowboy hat, long sleeved button down with the Mi family crest, a pair of dark blue jeans neither too loose nor tight and cowboy boots.

Zhengri looking at him frowned especially when he reached out for his son.

“Curren, how is everything so far?”

“Young miss Mi the investigation is underway, the animals have been settled, we just need you to observe them and select those for sale and the rest to be kept.”

“Alright, let us head to the helicopter,” Zhengri watched her step out and walked forward, the man following close behind holding his son but could do nothing but remain silent.

Zhengri and Vanity are neighbours but clearly they were unfamiliar even though they also are married. Both are wealthy, both have good backgrounds even though the Mi family have fallen and she is alone, she still had support.

If he dared to rush things it all might back fire.

Zhengri followed, his mind churning. He knew that this Curren worked for his wife, but as her husband he wanted to hold his son not watch another man do it. Still even if he was dissatisfied Zhengri had to bow his head for now or suffer the consequences if he dared to show objection.

As they approached the helicopter, the wind whipped around them, tugging at Vanity’s hair.

The helicopter blades whirred to life, creating a deafening roar. Curren, cradling the baby expertly, gestured them aboard. The interior was surprisingly plush, leather seats and polished wood. Vanity settled in, strapping herself in efficiently. Curren handed her the baby, who nestled against her, seemingly oblivious to the noise and commotion. As the doors slid closed the interior became silent.

Zhengri sat across from her, trying to decipher her expression. She was studying the baby’s face, a rare softness softening her features. He cleared his throat. “Vanity, about…that night…”

She cut him off without looking up. “It was a mistake. We both regret it. Let’s move on.”

His heart sank. He knew this wouldn’t be easy, but he hadn’t expected such brutal rejection. “A mistake that resulted in our son, Tian Kuo.” He emphasized the name, hoping to elicit some emotion from her.

Her jaw tightened. “Yes, and I will provide for him, ensure he has everything he needs, after all he is a Mi.” She said in a detached tone while teasing the baby.

The helicopter lifted off, the ground receding below. Zhengri watched her, his heart aching. He had missed her in the last life, like a fool only content to stay by her side as her lawyer seeing her every now and then, now this life he had her and it seemed he might be doomed again.

He turned his gaze from her to look down outside.

The landscape sprawled beneath them – rolling hills dotted with grazing cattle, meticulously planned fields, and the occasional villa peeking through the trees. In this part of the country, the Mi family owned a lot of land but had given up a lot over the thousand plus years of their existence.

Once upon a bad Christmas

Chapter 34

I looked at the assembled crowd one last time, my gaze filled with a carefully crafted expression of disdain, then turned and walked away, leaving those behind to grapple with their own thoughts and fears.

As I walked away, Miss Si handed me the little thing, and I looked down at him, a soft smile gracing my lips. Even though he is male, he is mine, and I will cherish him unconditionally.

I will treat him fairly and justly, even if the majority of my wealth and resources will ultimately be designated for the benefit of my future daughter.

Yes, I blatantly favor girls over boys.

“Miss Mi, are you not concerned that the others will revolt or attempt to undermine your authority?” I paused, turned to look at the woman who had spoken, her expression a mixture of concern and curiosity.

My gaze scanned her critically from head to toe, it was confusing; like all the other women of status on the Mi estate, she was undeniably beautiful, and dressed in elegantly understated clothing, her gaze was shrewd and intelligent, betraying no hint of servility. Though she was older, likely in her late fifties, she looked only to be in her early forties, a testament to the benefits of wealth and good genes. Behind her stood three women with similar facial features and two men.

Women who usually marry the males who worked for my family are dominant; they tend to wield power because our favor is blatant; women are always first. Yet, this one, she seemed to be the opposite, doing whatever possible for a man and a son. Love them, yes, but really one should know their place.

I handed the little thing to Miss Si, entrusting her with his care, and stepped forward with deliberate purpose. As a tall woman also wearing high heels, I was now easily over two meters in height, towering over most of the assembled people present.

“There was supposed to be a meeting between the wives of the village heads and the main branches from each family more than two hours ago, a critical gathering to discuss upcoming agricultural initiatives, but you conspicuously failed to appear.”

“Young mistress, I was unfortunately a bit tied up with other urgent matters, a rather unexpected…visitor.”

(Somebody!) I roared in my mind struggling not to give this one a slap down. 

“Oh,” I replied, raising a brow in mild amusement and stepping forward, my gaze fixed intently on the woman, completely ignoring the two men who stepped forward as well with frowns on their handsome faces. “Miss Pan, you seem to be suffering from a bit of delusion,” I looked down at her, my eyes becoming colder and more piercing. “I am the master, you are merely the wife of a servant, a mere outsider to the Mi family. As the master, when I request the wife of a servant to attend a meeting, you are supposed to be like an obedient dog and come running with a smile, even if it is forced and insincere!” I said, my lips curling into a disdain-filled sneer as I looked down at her, who stared up at me with shock etched on her beautifully made-up face. The two men seemed to be holding back their anger, but instead, the older one gently dragged her back. “Young mistress Mi, please forgive my mother’s transgression, it seems we have some unexpected guests on the property, and my mother…” his words trailed off, but I felt pleased by his words and demeanor, he was neither too humble nor arrogant.

One of the other women stepped forward and smiled politely. “Hello young mistress Mi, I am Kerri Wen, eldest daughter from the main branch of the Wen family.”

“You are related to the Pan family no?”

“Yes, young mistress Mi, Madam Pan is my aunt, sister to my mother.”

“I understand, where is your father and mother?”

“They are seeing to the guest, offering him refreshments and making him comfortable.”

I frowned but decided to see this guest who made these people disobey me. “Show me,” I said. On the side, Miss Si had already made a call and three SUVs arrived, their engines idling quietly. I entered the first with the eldest Miss Wen and Miss Si. It drove off soon after, flanked by the other two. We drove for fifteen minutes before arriving in an area filled with beautiful two story villas, each meticulously landscaped with exotic flora. I stepped from the vehicle and walked forward scanning the surroundings and paused when I saw a man that looked familiar and yet not too familiar. I wanted to turn away but he turned around looking directly at me.

My mind seemed to have exploded suddenly.

What the hell!

I wanted to flee but would he even let me? This damn man was my lawyer but also a childhood sweetheart. Unfortunately, it was never meant to be and we all grew old.

“Vanity, should you not explain to your husband some things?” The magnetic voice of the man sounded. I wanted to do a table flip but instead had to settle for doing it in my head.

Alright stay calm, maybe this person is not who I think he is. Ehm, right, so act like…normal.

Composing myself I turned and looked back at the man. “Release me,” I said in a cold tone. It couldn’t be helped, his grip was like a vise, damn it! I am positive I will probably have an unnecessary bruise later.

“Miss Si come in…”

“What is it Curren?”

“Rekuren has contacted me, the cattle from area A have been herded and are being guided by the Pan brothers from the second branch.”

Glad to have a distraction, I made a gesture and took the communicator, “Curren have them guide them to avoid the other herd so the leading bulls do not fight and cause dissent.”

There was static from the two way radio crackled, the sound of the helicopter in the distance was heard.

With over Eight thousand acres of land it is necessary, but the cattle were only allowed in two thousand with farm hands planting special grass in three hundred acres so fodder can also be grown as a supplement and implementing the rotation method, and scattering mix grain so they can have enough to be a size to be sold off.

Ugh, I remember writing about the cattle, goats, and sheep it took me two weeks to write it and six months of studying including even signing up for courses before dropping out when I understood enough.

It could have been sourced from the internet or a personal tutor but seeing hands on is best.

Anyway, I had been living alone and even ended up growing and hunting my own food.

“There are not many anyway so just gather them and have them stored in the west area I will join you guys to gather the goats and sheep.” i said, handing the radio back to Miss Si and gestured for her to get in the still waiting vehicle.

By now the other people present were forgotten.

The farm is not huge, just with enough livestock to make it self sufficient.

Eight thousand may seem like a lot of land but this was nothing compared to a few hundred years ago.

Before the door was closed another person slipped into the vehicle and sat beside me.

I wanted to pick up my son so he could nurse but with this unwanted person I hesitated but seeing the child began to fuss I shrugged uncaring.

Once upon a Bad Christmas

Chapter 33

“I will not tolerate this blatant display of corruption. As a two thousand year old family with a long and storied history, the Mi family commands respect and demands loyalty. From royalty to ministers, and the elite of society, the Mi name is synonymous with prestige and power. If you secretly aspire to become a master, please let me know now, but the land, and the lavish villas belonging to the Mi family will be promptly taken back.” I declared, my voice rising in intensity, resonating with unwavering conviction.

Geez I felt that I was badass enough spouting so much bullshit it was shocking. Heh, but I had too if not these garbage before me would walk over me and turn me into a meat patty and my poor burden for a child might follow suit. Ahhhhh, is anyone else more pitiful than me?

Somebody!

I roared and raged inwardly for a while before speaking further as if nothing happen. “Those who have deliberately wronged this family will be held strictly accountable for their transgressions. Those who have betrayed my trust will face the full and unyielding consequences of their actions.”

I gestured to Curren, who stepped forward with purposeful strides, carrying a thick stack of papers bound together with a silken cord, the Mi family crest embroidered on the knot. He placed them carefully on a small table positioned directly in front of me.

“Here are the records, meticulously documented with painstaking detail and thoroughly verified by independent auditors. They painstakingly detail the missing funds, the unauthorized transactions, the questionable deals, and the blatant cover-ups. I invite anyone who has any relevant information, no matter how seemingly insignificant, to come forward and share it openly. Transparency and unwavering honesty will be generously rewarded, perhaps with a lighter sentence.” I said, my tone slightly softer, offering a glimmer of hope amidst the gathering storm. I was giving them a final opportunity to redeem themselves, to confess their sins and perhaps mitigate the severity of their inevitable punishment.

I looked directly at the elders, my gaze unwavering. “Elders, as keepers of our cherished traditions and guardians of our family’s honor, I expected far better of you. You were entrusted with the hallowed legacy of our ancestors, and you have failed miserably in your solemn duty.”

Their faces flushed crimson with anger and indignation, their hands clenched into fists. One of them, a wizened old man with a sharp tongue and a reputation for being brutally honest, stood up abruptly, his frame trembling with barely suppressed rage.

“Young Miss, how dare you level such unfounded accusations against us? We have faithfully served this family for generations, pouring our hearts and souls into its well-being! We have dedicated our entire lives to preserving its rich heritage and ensuring its continued prosperity!” he exclaimed, his voice trembling with outrage and wounded pride. 8Can I slap this big bitch now?) I really wanted to jump up and slap him so hard his face would swing like a damn door but I have to be zen.

“And how exactly have you served?” I countered, my voice cold and unwavering, each word laced with a sharp, cutting edge. (since i cant beat your bitch ass then listen and feel my displeasure!) “By turning a blind eye to rampant corruption? By enriching yourselves at the expense of others? By betraying the sacred trust that was placed in you by our ancestors?” Shot off everything like a bullet, talking so slow is annoying okay?!

He opened his mouth to vehemently protest my accusations, but I cut him off with a swift and decisive gesture.

“Silence! I have heard enough of your pathetic excuses and self-serving justifications. The overwhelming evidence is crystal clear, and your guilt is undeniable. Your feeble attempts to deny your culpability only serve to further condemn you.” I said, my voice booming through the clearing, silencing all dissent.

I turned my attention to the head of the main branch from the Si family, an older man who was handsome but seemed to always have a look of always being anxious. “And you, head of the Si main branch, you were entrusted as an elder to help the head housekeeper Si with the day to day runnings of the estate. Help, not be in charge. The Mi family is Matriarchal! Yes, we have had males in charge at certain points in our history, but women have always had the last say in matters of importance. Head housekeeper Si is the head of this estate when I am not physically present. The elders come second, not first! These rules have been firmly in place since your arrival and the very founding of the Mi family!” I raised my voice an octave because this man is simply deceitful and I wanted to kick him around like a ball due to his damn nerve. Like really, such an unworthy male dared!

My parents arent dead and he is just taking my things like they were his own. 

I watched the epic actor, as he stammered, his words tumbling over each other in his haste to defend himself. “I…I trusted the elders implicitly. I believed that they were acting in the best interests of the family, and I had no reason to suspect otherwise.”

“Blind faith is a dangerous thing,” I replied, shaking my head slowly in disappointment. “Especially when it comes to matters of money, power, and the crucial distinction between who is the master and who is the servant.”

I turned back to the crowd, my expression unwavering. “I understand that some of you may have been pressured into participating in these illicit schemes, coerced by those in positions of authority or intimidated by the potential consequences of defiance. After all, this world is predominantly run by men, and you seem to have been drawn in and fueled by your own grievances. I am willing to offer leniency and reduced penalties to those who come forward immediately and fully cooperate with the ongoing investigation. But those who continue to hide the truth, protect the guilty, or obstruct the pursuit of justice will face the full and unmitigated wrath of my retribution.”

I paused deliberately, letting my words sink in, allowing them to fully grasp the magnitude of what was at stake. “This is not simply about recovering stolen money or rectifying financial discrepancies. It’s about upholding honor, maintaining integrity, and preserving the sacred legacy of this family for generations to come. I will not allow it to be tarnished by greed, corruption, and those who have forgotten their proper place within this intricate social order.”

I turned to Rekuren, my gaze sharp and commanding. “Rekuren, begin the investigation immediately. Gather all the necessary evidence, conduct thorough interviews with all relevant witnesses, and leave no stone unturned in your pursuit of the truth.”

“Yes, Miss Mi,” he replied, stepping forward with unwavering resolve. His eyes gleamed with a cold, unwavering determination.

“And Curren, ensure that everyone fully understands the severe consequences of lying, withholding information, or obstructing the investigation in any way. Remind them of the blood oath they swore to the Mi family.”

“Of course, Miss Mi,” Curren replied with a sinister smile, his eyes glinting with anticipation. This is how males are supposed to be, obedient, unquestionably loyal!

When I wrote these books it was for women to be in charge, for women to have a chance in a world naturally dominated by men.

I have seen how women suffer and I never wish to bow my head to any man who is unworthy.

Anyway, someone who had been forced to be tortured by fifty-one different women in that life and even write it, should I see the worth of a man?

The only worth is my son, even if I fall in love some time, I will never sacrifice my freedom, men tend to fall out of love leaving the wife who wasted her youth, her freedom, her body for that man to say; I have found my true love. (Table flip! Fuck you and your true love. My youth! My life! My once perfect body!)

That. Will. Never. Be. Me!

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Once upon a bad Christmas

Chapter 32

“At the moment, there are only six elders still actively participating in family affairs, Miss Mi. They are all direct descendants of those who followed the original Mi ancestor during the family’s earliest years, bearing the title of ‘Keeper of the Flame.’” Head housekeeper Si replied, her tone precise and informative.

“And they all currently reside here on the estate?” I asked, tapping my fingers lightly on the armrest.

“Yes Miss Mi, they have been living in the side courtyard where the ancestral hall is located, diligently maintaining everything pertaining to its proper upkeep and veneration. They have been residing there since they officially retired from active service, dedicating their remaining years to the preservation of our family’s history.”

“Hmmm,” I hummed softly and nodded slowly, absorbing the information. “Head housekeeper Si, please gather everyone together as quickly and discreetly as possible. That includes all six elders, the direct descendants representing each of the four villages – Pan, Wen, Lu, and Zhi – the head of the main branch from each family, and all members of the second branch who currently work under the Mi name. Have them convene in precisely two hours in the main courtyard. Miss Si, please instruct Curren to prepare appropriate refreshments, including Chrysanthemum tea and assorted pastries, and ensure the prompt and efficient setup of the designated meeting location, including the construction of a temporary platform draped with Mi family banners.”

“Yes Miss Mi,” the two women replied in unison, the first curtsying deeply and the second standing and delivering a crisp, respectful salute. After watching the departure of the two, I turned my attention back to the monitor and started to tap away at the keyboard with renewed focus.

The next two hours were consumed by pouring over documents, making numerous phone calls on a secure line, writing down a detailed list of specific individuals who required immediate attention, memorizing escape routes, and ensuring that my baby did not accidentally injure himself in the car seat, tightening the straps and double-checking the safety locks.

Finally, the appointed time arrived.

Walking purposefully out of the study, I looked at the little thing and smiled softly, “Be good okay? Mommy have to do some important things now.” I made a subtle gesture, and a shadow beneath me rippled momentarily, separated from my form, and silently joined the little thing, an almost imperceptible shimmering that vanished as quickly as it appeared. I walked towards the meeting place.

The halls were lined with men in suits, their faces impassive and unreadable, earpieces glinting subtly in their ears. They moved aside with synchronized precision as I walked through, their eyes never wavering from their assigned positions, trained to observe but not interfere. Reaching the front courtyard, I was greeted by the sight of several sleek black cars, their tinted windows reflecting the overcast sky.

The location for the meeting had been carefully selected: a small clearing not too far from where the construction workers were diligently building a new wing, and a good distance away from the delicate vegetable fields where rare herbs were cultivated. In this clearing stood a large, sturdy platform constructed beneath the shade of a slightly large ancient oak tree, providing a degree of natural cover. Benches were placed in a neat, arranged semi-circle around the platform, providing seating for the assembled participants. The air smelled pleasantly of damp earth, freshly cut grass, and newly sawn wood, a surprisingly calming aroma.

The six elders were already present, seated in the front row, their faces stern and disapproving, their robes rustling slightly in the gentle breeze. Behind them were the representatives from the four villages, their expressions a mixture of curiosity, apprehension, and suppressed excitement. The head of the main branch from each family, an older man with a stern face and an imposing presence, stood slightly to the side, his posture radiating an air of quiet authority. He adjusted his tie nervously.

As I approached, a hush fell over the crowd. All eyes were on me, their gaze unwavering and intense. I first handed the car seat to Miss Si, entrusting her with my son’s safety, then continued forward with a measured pace, my heels clicking softly on the paved ground.

I stopped in front of the platform, taking a deep, cleansing breath. “Good evening,” I said, my voice carrying clearly and resonantly through the air, amplified by a hidden speaker system. “Thank you for coming.”

In my last life, countless interviews had honed me for this moment, I had seen so much back then that those below who seemed to want to overwhelm me with their aura were nothing.

“There are… discrepancies,” I began, letting the word hang in the air, its weight heavy and palpable. My golden gaze scanned the assembled crowd below, I watched as a subtle ripple of unease spread through their ranks, their faces shifting subtly with a complex mix of emotions.

I sneered inwardly, but knew such things were normal. People after a certain amount of time get greedy, they want things that were never rightfully theirs.

Unfortunately, I am also greedy, I want what is mine and keep it all for myself, but I am also a fair person; do a good job, and I will feed you the necessary scraps fitting to your station and rewards for being obedient!

If you dare to covet my things, just hand over your life!

“As some of you may know, or perhaps conveniently ‘forgot’, there have been certain…irregularities in the management of this estate,” I continued, my voice now laced with a steely edge that made even the hardened elders shift uncomfortably in their seats. “Missing funds, misplaced artifacts of significant historical value, questionable financial transactions…the list goes on, and it is far more extensive than I initially anticipated.”

I paused deliberately, letting my words sink in and take root in their minds. I wanted them to fully comprehend the gravity of the situation, to know that this wasn’t just a simple accounting error or a minor oversight.

“I have spent the last few hours meticulously reviewing the records, and what I have uncovered is…deeply disturbing. It seems that some of you have been taking egregious advantage of your entrusted positions, enriching your own personal coffers at the considerable expense of this family and the countless people who depend on its continued prosperity.”

My gaze swept across the crowd, lingering intently on each face, seeking to gauge their reactions and discern their intentions. I saw defiance in some, palpable fear in others, and a sickeningly large amount of guilt in most.

Once upon a bad Christmas

Chapter 31

“Your son, the last time I checked, was also quite exquisite. I trust he is thriving?”

“Young misstress, he is at that difficult age now, full of rebellious energy.”

“Oh,” I said, raising a brow in mild amusement but looking away from her and towards the antique vase in the corner. “Take a seat, we have limited time to discuss important matters,” I said, making an offhanded gesture towards the nearby plush, velvet-covered chairs. The two women sat, their postures attentive and professional, their backs straight and hands folded neatly in their laps. “I will bring up the holographic display now. Miss Si is already aware of the situation, but Head Housekeeper Si, you have a great deal of work ahead of you, and many things that require thorough explanation,” I said becoming serious. She is valued but somethings must be properly explained especially in times like this.

“Young misstress, this servant completely understands. I will do my utmost to provide clarity and resolve any issues.” Head housekeeper Si’s reply was humble, which pleased me. I spared her a smile before looking away. “Miss Mi is fine,” I said, my tone curt. “As long as you explain well, all will be fine.”

“Yes, Miss Mi,” Head Housekeeper Si replied, her head bowed slightly. I tapped the control panel and brought up a series of holographic images and data streams, the room flickering with light as the displays materialized in the air. “A disturbing number of valuable items have been sold off without authorization, and the livestock inventory have been mustered by the eldest son of the Pan patriarch for reasons that remain unclear. Additionally, some items within the house appear to have discrepancies in their reported condition, from minor scuffs to outright damage.”

Head housekeeper’s eyes flickered towards the screen, her expression shifting to one of concern as she scanned the inventory lists and discrepancy reports. She then took a deep breath, steeling her resolve, and replied in a soft, carefully controlled tone. “The gold and jade items appear to be missing from the smaller vault, along with some of the more expensive silks and cloths from the other storage areas. Also missing are several of the land deeds pertaining to properties in the south.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to suppress my mounting anger. I had been hoping to find a hidden spatial ring or some other form of convenient storage, but this damn family were actually blatant thieves, ugh, actually I wrote them as trash (inward table flip!). “What preventative measures were taken to address the previous discrepancies you uncovered, before my arrival?”

“We followed the explicit instructions of the elders who were present here at the time. Everything was meticulously documented and executed only after their thorough inspection and official confirmation, including seals affixed with their personal insignias. They had claimed that the missing items had been generously donated to various charities, so we did not feel authorized to question their decisions, especially seeing as all the surrounding villages had demonstrably benefited greatly from their largesse in the past,” she replied, her expression grim and unwavering.

“And what about the current discrepancies?” I asked, leaning forward slightly.

“This servant is uncertain as to the exact cause. We had initiated an investigation a few months before you were scheduled to assume control, but…”

“But,” I prodded, urging her to continue.

“The elders abruptly refused to allow the investigation to continue any further. They claimed that the records were too old, disorganized, and it would be too much of a hassle to properly investigate. They said it would be better to focus on more pressing matters.”

“Did you attempt to argue against their decision? You are a servant of the Mi family, and moreover, you are from the main branch! When I am absent, you serve as the head housekeeper, and your word should be final! Why was I not informed of this blatant obstruction before my arrival?” I asked, feeling a surge of annoyance. My heart was bleeding, I needed those goods! Money to purchase what is necessary!

The world will end, and I did not even bother to write when it will return to normal but simply said some bullshit in the book that those who survived continued to struggle living.

I felt like I wanted to cough blood in anger!

What the hell!

So when this head housekeeper simply continued to offer lame excuses, I wanted to simply rage, but I sucked in a breath and forced myself to remain calm. It is not really her fault, the system of governance within the Mi family and the surrounding villages is still somewhat archaic.

“This servant is deeply ashamed to admit that the main branch elders claimed that everything was in order and that it would be inappropriate, perhaps even impolite, to question their authority or cast suspicion upon their actions. I was also reminded repeatedly that I am merely a lowly servant from a branch family, with limited power and influence. They were quite stern in their reprimands. This servant did not wish to make things more difficult than they already were, nor did I want to burden your arrival and the care of the new young misstress.”

I was silent for a long moment, carefully considering her words. In order to preserve the facade of respect for those from a branch family, the elders were given some discretionary power, but the main courtyard, or rather main house, is still indisputably the domain of the Mi family main branch!

I laughed in anger, trying my best not to explode with rage. “The elders, huh…how many of them are there in total?”

Honestly, I had forgotten. There was no specific mention of them in the book, nor any detailed information about the original owner’s interactions with them.

Sigh, what a complete shit show. Well, I suppose I should call a meeting of everyone involved so I can accurately assess who should be further retained and who should be unceremoniously discarded.

Once upon a bad Christmas

Chapter 30

 Ignoring the surrounding activity, I relied on my memory and walked purposefully until I reached what appeared to be a study. Gently placing the car seat down with my still sleeping son inside, I took a seat in the chair, carefully scanning my surroundings. The room was a seamless blend of modern functionality and ancient aesthetics, perfectly harmonized. The windows, instead of delicate paper, were constructed from reinforced glass capable of withstanding both extreme heat and intense cold. The room was meticulously insulated, but done in a way that did not significantly alter its historical character. The furniture retained its beautiful ancient design but had been subtly reinforced to ensure greater sturdiness and longevity. On the handcrafted wooden desk sat a huge, ultra-high-resolution monitor alongside a tiny, ergonomically designed keyboard and mouse.

Books lined the walls, their leather bindings worn smooth with age, and beautiful inked paintings of landscapes long ravaged by time and human conflict adorned the walls. “Miss Mi, do you approve of the changes? Everything inside was carefully documented and safely stored before the workers were even permitted inside. They were remarkably efficient, thanks to the specialized teams, and completed the work shortly before your arrival. The materials for the other sections of the old house are still being delivered, but the main courtyard is currently finished, at least for now.” Miss Si stood patiently by the door, awaiting further instructions.

“Good,” I replied softly, my tone conveying my extreme satisfaction.

Powering on the monitor with a tap, I began to rapidly scan the digital documents. “The Pan family continues to impress with their efficiency,” I commented softly, “Take a seat Miss Si, the others should be arriving shortly, just send the message to signal their readiness.”

“Yes, Miss Mi,”

I ignored her for the moment, focusing intently on the files and frowning occasionally as I encountered discrepancies. The names before me were overwhelmingly similar, a common occurrence in countryside villages where surnames are often shared due to familial connections, unless the individual was a married-in son-in-law or daughter-in-law. Additionally, there were a few individuals who had been relocated to the area due to various natural disasters such as plagues, droughts, floods, famines, and even wars.

The largest village was the Si village, sharing the same surname as Miss Si, who worked with me closely. This village had been established as long as the old house itself, its inhabitants initially serving as servants to the Mi family and subsequently granted the Si surname as a sign of their dedicated service. Then there were the Wen village, the Ken village, and the Pan village, all located within a relatively short distance of each other.

The Si village consisted of approximately four hundred members, with a smaller number choosing to move to the city to pursue work or receive specialized training from the Mi family.

They worked directly within the main house and oversaw all the household property of the Mi family across the country, giving them the highest status and responsibility among the other three villages.

Next in line was the Wen family, who traditionally managed the orchards, followed by the Ken family, who specialized in vegetable cultivation, while the Pan family took care of the livestock.

While each of the three families had their primary area of expertise, they also provided additional services in various areas for the Mi family, with members of the main branches given preferential treatment.

For example, Curren is a highly regarded member of the Wen family who serves as an aide to the heir of the Mi family, alongside Rekuren, who is from the Ken family and is entrusted with managing numerous projects.

Their roles are carefully structured to provide a balance of skills and perspectives.

The Pan family also served as the overseers of the Mi family’s vast farmland, possessing the knowledge and expertise to handle any difficult situation that arose on the land, ultimately answering to the Si head housekeeper from the second branch of the family.

A polite knock sounded at the door. I lifted my head and squinted slightly, Miss Si stood and walked across the room, opening the door slowly. “Hello Serra,” A cheery, melodious voice echoed from the doorway, followed by the appearance of a tall woman with strikingly beautiful, almost porcelain white skin and refined, elegant features, standing ramrod straight, appearing to be in her late thirties. She was wearing a meticulously tailored, dark navy uniform skirt that reached her ankles, revealing a pair of polished black leather, tall stiletto heels. The long sleeves of her crisp white blouse, made of a high-quality cotton, featured delicate ruffled ends that reached just to the wrist, adding a touch of femininity to her otherwise formal appearance. A stiff, chin-high collar, buttoned from right to left with small, pearl-like buttons starting from the right shoulder and rising to the left side of her ear, emphasized her long neck.

Her features were mature yet exquisitely defined, hinting at a life well-lived, and her dark, glossy hair was secured in a neat, low bun at the nape of her neck, emphasizing the clean lines of her profile. A pair of small, diamond stud earrings glinted subtly in the soft light. “This servant humbly greets Miss Mi,” she curtsied perfectly, dipping her head with graceful precision.

This is the head housekeeper for the last four years, Miss Si from the second branch. 

“You are still as beautiful as ever, Head Housekeeper Si,” I said softly, still sitting in my chair. This woman is thirty-six years old to be exact, and currently unmarried but has a son who is ten years old. When she returned unexpectedly pregnant and unmarried, she was accepted back into the fold without question, her son given the Si surname, and no further inquiries were made.

Anyway, I knew the truth of the matter.

Sigh, the Pan family really have climbed high in influence. Luckily, this particular head housekeeper Si was an intelligent and resourceful woman.

The woman hesitated briefly, then walked closer and peeked cautiously into the car seat, her expression softening as she looked at my sleeping son. I allowed her to approach, but remained alert nonetheless, as some people could not really be trusted, especially since we had been separated for a while and this was my lifeblood. “Young mistress, he is so exquisite, like a tiny porcelain doll.”