“Though these are just simple life skills, I believe it’s necessary for Miss Bai to learn them—as part of her job training,” said Aunt Zou, the head housemaid of Qin Yue’s household.
Miss Bai? Slightly odd phrasing.
“I’m an assistant handling clerical work,” Bai Ningning said. “These tasks shouldn’t fall under my job scope.”
“Not at all. Even office assistants handle personal errands—brewing tea or coffee for the boss, buying or handcrafting afternoon tea desserts.”
Bai Ningning found that somewhat reasonable. “Alright then.”
Aunt Zou handed her two outfits. “Please change, Miss Bai. Wear the inner one daily; add the apron when entering the kitchen.”
A maid dress and a small apron.
After changing, Bai Ningning faced the mirror—and froze at her own cuteness.
The outfit was straight from a Japanese anime: less uniform, more cosplay. Black and white, short sleeves, modest neckline, cute ribbons, thigh straps—every detail intact.
She stared at her reflection… then it clicked. *This is the catgirl maid outfit from Nekopara!*
“Aunt Zou, this maid dress…”
“One of the young mistress’s favorites,” Aunt Zou replied. “She keeps it carefully stored in her wardrobe.”
Bai Ningning felt dazed. Fragmented memories surfaced.
Her predecessor had been a hardcore otaku. She’d often take Qin Yue along to play games and watch anime. Whenever she saw a cute outfit, she’d casually say, “If I ever get the chance, I’ll wear it for you.”
Naive Qin Yue took it literally—and bought them all, each piece handcrafted by renowned tailors.
Bai Ningning went numb. *Sis, you’re a capable CEO… couldn’t see she was just making empty promises?*
*Fine. I’ll fulfill those promises myself.*
She headed to the kitchen to learn from Aunt Zou.
“In the evening, after the young mistress returns: if early, serve light tea. If late, warm milk—no sugar. If she’s both late and exhausted, skip drinks; just have plain warm water ready.”
Bai Ningning tilted her head slightly. “How do I tell if she’s ‘late and exhausted’?”
Aunt Zou gave her a meaningful look. “I believe Miss Bai understands perfectly—and can even influence the outcome.”
*Behave politely, keep harmony, early to bed, early to rise… everyone wins.*
*Act out, max her anger meter, trigger her resolve—no one can stop her then.*
Aunt Zou demonstrated tea snack basics. Simple. Clear steps.
“Got it?”
Bai Ningning nodded. “Got it.”
*Watch once, master it. Do once, perfect it. Nail it once—legendary.*
Food prep was easy. Other skills—massage, relaxation techniques—required systematic training. “Not enough time before school starts,” Aunt Zou said. “We’ll resume during the next long holiday.”
“Understood.”
After days of training, Aunt Zou was pleasantly surprised. Bai Ningning remained cool in expression and tone, yet diligent and serious. Most of all—her delicate, pure beauty radiated gentle obedience.
*Let’s hope she stays this way.*
Meanwhile, Qin Yue was buried in a major company project. By the time she wrapped up, Bai Ningning’s school term had nearly begun. Aside from that first day, Qin Yue hadn’t “disciplined” her again.
That evening, Qin Yue returned home. Bai Ningning handed her a few soft cakes.
“Learned from Aunt Zou,” she said flatly. “Want some?”
Qin Yue raised an eyebrow. “You made this? First attempt?”
“Yes.”
“…Did you taste it?” Qin Yue hesitated. “Any adverse effects?”
*First-time girl-made sweets? Might be dark-mode.* She had a meeting tomorrow.
“Adverse effects?” Bai Ningning tilted her head.
“Negative impact on my work,” Qin Yue clarified.
“Affect your work?” Bai Ningning lifted her delicate, expressionless face. Her soft voice carried a faint trace of mockery. “You’re overthinking. It won’t change much anyway.”
Qin Yue’s anger meter maxed out.
She was patient—but no one stays unmoved by face-to-face mockery.
*Stay still? Only a turtle would.*
“Fine. Let’s see if you don’t beg for mercy later,” Qin Yue said darkly.
*Begging won’t help—unless you meow.*
*Fight initiated. Older sister lands first control skill, unleashes barrage: Bluff, Overpower—the works (Dota 2 skills).*
Bai Ningning suspected Divine Strength was active. Attack power too high. She let out a soft “meow.”
*Surrender cuts losses in half.*
Satisfied, Qin Yue drifted to sleep. “Notify Manager Wang,” she murmured. “Move tomorrow’s meeting to 3 p.m.—same as last time.” Then she fell deep asleep.
Bai Ningning picked up her phone—first secretarial task. Scrolled contacts, found “Manager Wang,” dialed.
*How to phrase it?*
*Just speak plainly. Communicated fine with everyone here these days.*
“Hello, President Qin, how may I assist?”
“Uh… Manager Wang?”
Hearing an unfamiliar yet pleasant female voice from President Qin’s line, Manager Wang of Administration snapped awake.
*(Only household staff and close friends knew about Qin Yue’s personal life—not company employees.)*
“Yes, this is he. May I ask…”
“No need,” Bai Ningning stated coolly. “Tomorrow’s morning meeting is canceled. Rescheduled to 3 p.m., same as last time.”
*She knows about the last reschedule?*
Manager Wang probed carefully: “May I ask the reason? For explanation…”
*Reason? She drained herself making me meow. Needs to sleep in.*
Bai Ningning pressed her lips together slightly. “Confidential.”
“Then… who might you be…”
“That’s confidential!”
