On the first floor, in Sister Lan's room, the door was closed. Luo Sang lifted her sweater, revealing her snow-white skin and slim waist.
Sister Lan paused for a few seconds when she came over with the ointment. She squeezed out some ointment and applied it on her bruised waist. Her skin was as smooth as a newborn baby's.
"Luo, you're not even thirty, are you?" said Sister Lan abruptly.
Luo Sang froze.
My daughter is only in her twenties, but I think your skin is even better than hers. Look, we both do manual labor, and we often stay up late. If it's not because of your young age, then it must be because you're good at taking care of your skin, but I've never seen you take care of your skin much. "Sister Lan smiled and said," I'm a woman too, and I've been through it all, so I'm more knowledgeable than men in certain aspects.
Luo Sang didn't expect Sister Lan, who usually looked stupid, to suddenly become so smart. "Yes … I'm actually only in my twenties. You know, the younger a woman is, the easier it is for her to be taken advantage of, especially in our line of work. That's why I lied about my age to avoid unnecessary trouble. Also, if you're older, people will think that you're more experienced."
"I understand," Sister Lan sighed, "When I started working in the early days, I met some men who liked to touch me. When their wives were at home, they behaved themselves well, but once they went out, they showed their true colors, which was disgusting. If you told his wife about it, he would say that you seduced her husband. Fortunately, I'm lucky enough to be able to take care of Mr. Nian. In fact, Mr. Nian is a nice man. All these years, I've never seen him bring any women back. It's fine even if you tell him your real age."
Luo Sang shook her head without hesitation and responded, "No, the boss of our care center hid my real age for me. If word got out, it would damage our company's reputation. Besides, I'll be leaving after these days, and we won't have anything to do with each other anymore. It's unnecessary."
"Do you really think so?" Sister Lan grinned and said to Luosang in a low voice, "Luo, I've been taking care of Mr. Nian for years. Based on what I know about him, he doesn't treat you the same way we do. You see, he was willing to let you wipe your body. Just now, when you were lying on the ground like that, he even asked me to apply some ointment for you. He wasn't mad at you for taking advantage of him. If he knew that you're actually younger than him, you might have a chance."
Luo Sang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She didn't expect Sister Lan to have such an idea. "Please, I'm a caretaker, and this is my duty. As for saving him just now, I was taken advantage of, okay?"
"Based on my years of experience, I know that you're special in his heart," Sister Lan insisted. "A few years ago, a female secretary of Mr. Nian came to deliver some documents to the villa. Mr. Nian was taking a nap, so she took the opportunity to lay her head on his chest. As a result, Mr. Nian directly dragged her out of the villa and fired her. If you stay, you might have a chance to become Mr. Nian's wife in the future. Many people dream about that."
"No, no," Luo Sang shook her head and said, "Sister Lan, I'm begging you. Please don't tell anyone that I've never thought about marrying into a rich family. It's not easy to be the wife of a rich family. Mr. Nian is from a rich family, so he'll definitely choose a man with a similar social status."
Besides, Mr. Nian's brain was different from ordinary people's. If she stayed with him for too long, she might go crazy.
"That's true," Sister Lan sounded a little disappointed.
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