Nanny Zheng

"Qi Jianyi, you're really pissing me off," she muttered inwardly, frustration bubbling beneath her calm exterior.

"Am I your servant now? Why should I be the one running your errands, helping you soothe your guilt?" She clenched her fists, resisting the urge to shout. 

If only she could meet the original Qi Jianyi face to face, she'd have smacked her across the head for all the trouble she was causing.

Her life had already been stolen, twisted into something unrecognisable, and now she was expected to help the person who had taken it pay respects to her nanny? It was infuriating.

With a sigh, she glanced around the park, her anger simmering beneath her skin. A few elderly couples strolled leisurely through the paths, walking arm in arm, likely trying to aid digestion after their lunch. Their slow, peaceful movements contrasted sharply with the turmoil roiling inside her.