Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The moment Ling Tianya drove up to the Ling family’s house, Miss Zhang brought all the maids out to welcome her with smiling faces.
“Ah! Young Miss, you’re back! The director has been missing you!” Miss Zhang reached to pick up Ling Tianya’s bag for her with a smile, welcoming her into the home.
Ling Tianya noticed acutely that the way Miss Zhang’s called for her had changed.
Previously, Miss Zhang had called Ling Tianya Miss Tianya, accompanied by disdain and disgust. Now, it had changed to Young Miss, an intimate and respectful greeting.
Power certainly could change people.
Ever since Ling Tianya’s birth mother, Yu Meizi, had run from the Ling family with their chauffeur, Ling Tianya had become the Ling family’s sin. Madam Ling hadn’t treat her well, and Ling Tao had also distanced himself from her because of Yu Meizi. After Qu Wan and Huang Yuqing came into the household, they had immediately taken over the household. Ling Tianya was not even a speck of dust in their eyes.
Miss Zhang had been serving the Ling family for a long time. Other than the few owners, she was the highest in seniority amongst the help. She hadn’t respected Ling Tianya for the past several years. She had clearly never expected Ling Tianya to rise to power so quickly and be over all their heads now.
Ling Tianya stood in the same spot, just watching Miss Zhang as she sucked up to her.
Miss Zhang squirmed, her smile stiffening for a few moments, before deepening again. “Young miss, I was immature back then; I hope you can put all that behind you, magnanimous as you are.”
Seeing Miss Zhang grovel at her metaphorical feet like that, Ling Tianya just felt the whole situation was ironic.
The moment they stepped into the main house, Miss Zhang shouted enthusiastically, “Madam Ling, Director, Young Miss is back!”
Ling Tianya smiled. That was the most welcoming greeting she had ever gotten on her returns back to the Ling mansion.
It was all thanks to Ruan Zeyan, really.
Not too long later, Ling Tao came out first. Seeing his beautiful daughter standing there, flowers blossomed on his face. “Yaya, why did you come back only now? I’ve been waiting for you for so long, the food’s almost done.”
Ling Tianya nodded, heading into the house with Ling Tao, going towards the living room.
Madam Ling sat there, but she didn’t look too thrilled. She instead looked tired. Most likely, she knew about what happened to Ling Qi, and she was worried for her.
“Granny,” Ling Tianya called.
With Ling Tianya’s entrance, Madam Ling raised her eyes to meet Ling Tianya’s, before humming in acknowledgment as a greeting.
Ling Tianya wasn’t too surprised by Madam Ling’s response. It was considered a huge improvement after all. If it were a few years ago, she might not even get a civil response, and instead be met with a barrage of insults and screams.
The core of the reason for that was that the person that Madam Ling was guarding against wasn’t Ling Tianya, but Ruan Zeyan who was backing her up.
It was all thanks to Ruan Zeyan again.
Miss Zhang followed beside Ling Tianya excitedly, taking the jacket that she had just taken off. “Young miss, hand me your jacket. I’ll hang it up for you.”
Qu Wan coincidentally walked out from the kitchen with a cup of tea in her hands, witnessing the scene. Her face fell. She glared at Miss Zhang with all the poison in the world.
That woman had always buzzed around her and Yuqing as though she was a bee and they were the most beautiful flowers, calling them “Madam” and “Miss” left and right. Seeing that Ling Tianya had gotten the upper hand, she’d decided to bootlick her, and even started calling her Young miss?
What was the meaning of that? Was she trying to threaten her indirectly? Telling her that in the Ling family, there’s only one esteemed daughter and that was Ling Tianya?
Ling Tianya had never even entertained the thought of giving too much attention to someone that changed their loyalty according to the benefits they got out of it, and merely handed her jacket to Miss Zhang without much thought.
Miss Zhang held the jacket in her hands as though it wasn’t just a piece of clothing, but instead a most prized possession. She paid no mind to Qu Wan’s evil-eye glare from the sidelines and bounded away gleefully.