I'm the top dog trainer in the business, hired by a CEO's wife to "train" her son. "We're away on business, so my son will let you in." When the door opened, I was dumbfounded. Whose "child" is 6'3" with an eight-pack? Suddenly, a bullet screen floated above my head: [This nanny is so pitiful. Killed by the male lead two days into the job.] [If the male lead doesn't turn dark, how can the female lead's 'Little Miss Sunshine' power shine?] After training him for a month, I took the money and left. The young master swore he'd never forgive me. But when we met again, he pressed against me aggressively: "Sister, aren't you going to feed me? Your puppy is starving." 1 Ethan Ye, the son of a top CEO in the capital, wasn't eating, sleeping, or talking. He had self-destructive tendencies, and no expert could fix him. Hearing I had a way with dogs, Mrs. Ye decided to try anything. Her assistant found me, offering five million dollars for the job. I needed money urgently, so I agreed without hesitation. "We've hired many experts before, but the child is too naughty and drives them away in a few days." "It's okay, ma'am. I can try." "We're away on business recently. The child will let you in. Sorry for the trouble, Miss Du." I went to the villa area as agreed. I knocked for half an hour before anyone answered. The door opened, and I was dumbfounded. Whose "child" is 6'3" with an eight-pack? Before I could appreciate the view, a bullet screen appeared above my head: [This nanny is so pitiful. Killed by the male lead two days into the job.] [If the male lead doesn't turn dark, how can the female lead's 'Little Miss Sunshine' power shine?] Nanny? Are they talking about me? Is this a novel world, and I'm going to be killed by Ethan Ye in two days? I wasn't having it. Who do they think I am? Running wasn't an option. The aggressive dogs I've trained could line up from here to France. Besides, Mrs. Ye offered too much money. Enough for me to take a gamble. 2 [Bet five cents this woman won't survive tonight.] [Bet she goes offline directly. Fast forward to Little Miss Sunshine's entrance, thanks!] Ignoring the comments, I sat opposite Ethan. He was curled up on the sofa gaming, dark circles under his eyes, looking like he hadn't slept for days. "Hello, your mother asked me to take care of you. Let me know what you like to eat." He didn't look up: "Scram. Don't annoy me. Another person in the house means I have to wear clothes." Ugh, difficult indeed. "It's okay," I smiled professionally, "Actually, you don't have to wear anything..." Ethan's hand shook, and his game character died instantly. "Which agency are you from? My mom hired someone this unprofessional?" He was speechless. "I'm not a nanny." "Then what do you do, master?" "Dog trainer." ... The air froze for three seconds. "Fuck," he jumped up, face red with anger, "Taking me for a dog?" "No," I looked at him seriously for a moment, "You're not as well-behaved as a dog." At least dogs at home don't curse. He stormed off, slamming his bedroom door, skipping dinner. The bullet screen exploded: [Damn, the young master's ears are red! This woman has something.] [Shippers shut up! This woman is annoying. Male lead, make her scram!] I watched them argue for a while, then reheated dinner. This mansion was too empty and quiet; hearing a few barks was better than nothing. I carried the tray upstairs, straight to his room. The lock had been removed, leaving a black hole. A gentle push opened it. Ethan was boxing inside, bare-handed. His knuckles were bloody from the nylon sandbag. Seeing me enter, he was impatient. "Get out." I ignored him, putting the food on the table: "Refuel? Afraid you'll be beaten to death by air." He finally stopped, mocking me: "Entering without knocking? Aren't you afraid I'm doing something shameful?" "Your door is broken. Does knocking make a difference?" Anyone can roast. Whoever gets triggered loses. Perhaps poking a sore spot, Ethan froze, then bang, locked himself in the bathroom. "Scram, and take your food." 3 Not eating? Easy fix. I hid all the snacks in the house, cooked at fixed times, and removed the bowl if he didn't eat on time. [She dares starve our young master? Little Miss Sunshine feeds him mouth-to-mouth.] [Evil woman has a death wish? Waiting for the young master to turn dark and stab her.] [Actually, I don't want him to turn dark... but the supporting female character definitely deserves to die.] After a few days, forget the comments, even I was scared. Scared of starving Ethan to death. Lunchtime again. I cooked and knocked on the door. "Let's talk, okay?" "Not eating." His voice was weak. "I can fix locks. If you eat properly, I'll fix your door lock." Silence inside, then a sneer: "You fix it today, my mom removes it tomorrow. Is this game fun?" "I have my ways, as long as you eat." I went downstairs to wait. Mealtime was almost over, and he hadn't come down. Twenty minutes later, I was about to give up. The door opened suddenly. Ethan, in loose pajamas, came down, sat opposite me reluctantly, and started shoveling rice. ! I was stunned. Not a dream, right? He looked so obedient eating, like my old Alaskan Malamute. Professional habit kicking in, I reached out and rubbed his head: "Good boy." Ethan froze, ears turning blood-red upon realizing what happened. "Are you sick?!" He threw the bowl and sulked on the sofa. I regretted it instantly. Doomed. He probably won't eat my cooking again. After a while, just as I was about to clear the table, he suddenly sat back down and started eating. Head buried low, occasionally leaning towards my hand. Bullet screen spam: [No way, is he asking for head pats?] [Side character, did you quit drugs? How can you resist petting him?] [Young Master: Angry, but want pets.jpg] Wait, pet what? I was confused. Ethan's behavior was profound, so I didn't dare move. Predictably, he got angry again, dropped a "Tastes awful," and left. 4 Ethan ate on time for days. Mrs. Ye was delighted and agreed to my request to fix the lock. After the locksmith installed it, I gave the key to Ethan. "See? I keep my word!" He sized me up: "Why help me?" "For the five million." ... Click! Locked from the inside. Hard to please. Ethan wasn't starving anymore, so I tackled his insomnia. Back at the kennel, a Beagle barked all night. We took turns running it up the mountain to chase rats. It slept like a log afterward. But Ethan isn't a small animal. I can't tie him up and drag him out. Amidst the bullet screen chatter, the doorbell rang. A girl in a floral dress, sweetly sickening, stood there. "Hello Auntie, I'm Chloe Cheng, Ethan's childhood sweetheart!" [Ahhh, Little Miss Sunshine is here! Our young master is saved.] [Side character die quick, don't block the camera!] Chloe made herself at home: "If Brother Ethan isn't eating, Auntie can cook for me!" She skipped upstairs but shrieked seeing the new lock. "How could you change his lock," Chloe gasped, "People like him can't have closed doors. Are you professional?" "If something happens inside, you can't pay for it in several lifetimes." The comments defended Chloe: [Ahhh, Sister Bao protecting her husband. The young master is unstable; this nanny is crazy.] [Did the story change? In the intro, the heroine walks in on the young master bathing because the door was broken.] [Thanks upstairs. Side character ruined the famous scene. I'm furious.] Seriously? Prolonged privacy invasion easily destroys a sense of security. Before I could speak, Chloe teared up: "Brother Ethan is so pitiful. Luckily I'm here." She pulled out her phone: "I'll tell Auntie Ye to find a new nanny. Pack your things and resign." "Not me..." I wanted to explain. If she kicks me out now, I lose the final payment. "You have no right to make her leave." Ethan suddenly opened the door, hair dripping wet. "And she's not Auntie. She's Sister."
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