Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space

“Here.” Upon hearing this, Nangong Beiying immediately handed everything in her hand to Cloud.

“It’s going to hurt, so just bear with it.” Cloud used a cotton swab dipped in iodine to disinfect the wound for her.

“Shit, fuck, it hurts so much.” Nangong Beiying cursed out loud, damn, it was killing her.

“Miss, the wound is quite deep. We need to clean the blood inside thoroughly, otherwise, I’m afraid it will get infected.” Cloud said gently while looking at her mistress’ distorted face.

“It’s fine, I can endure it. Just go ahead and clean it.” Nangong Beiying’s hand clutched tightly onto the pants of her knee, the pain making her veins bulge.

Cloud nodded, feeling sorry for her young mistress who had to shoulder the burden of the entire family at such a young age.

She had just started handling the family affairs and already encountered revenge. Who knows what would happen in the future?

“Miss, in the future, don’t send all four of us out at the same time, in case something like today happens again.” Cloud was somewhat angry at her mistress for ignoring her own safety.

She was too careless with her own life. Didn’t she know what she meant to the Nangongs?

Nangong Beiying was both a lifesaver for the Nangongs and a thorn in the side of some people, who wanted to get rid of her as soon as possible.

“Got it, housekeeper lady. Speaking of which, when are you going to marry Feng? Don’t forget to give me some wedding candy.” Nangong Beiying looked at the frosty beauty in front of her, a true ice queen.

What a pity for Feng’s passion, always going unreciprocated.

“Miss, you should manage yourself before meddling in your subordinates’ affairs.” Cloud put down the alcohol, and then clapped her hands and stood up.

“Come on, tell me about your relationship with Feng.” Nangong Beiying grabbed the arm of Cloud, who was about to leave, with her uninjured hand.

Nangong Beiying was very curious about how the cold Feng could fall in love with the equally cold Cloud.

According to chemistry, shouldn’t Feng be attracted to someone like Rain? Why did he choose someone as cold as Cloud?

“Miss, you’re being too nosy.” Cloud stared at Qin Xue coldly and then glanced at the hand holding hers.

“Don’t be stingy, just tell your mistress what’s going on between you and Feng. Be honest, leniency for confession and strictness for resistance.” Nangong Beiying had a rare gossiping mood.

“There’s nothing to say, haven’t you already seen everything?” Cloud also didn’t know why Feng would fall for her.

So, she really didn’t know how to answer her mistress’ question.

“That’s it?” Nangong Beiying asked listlessly.

“Yeah, it’s that simple.” Cloud didn’t plan on getting married and having children. In their line of work, danger might strike at any time, and when they had free time, they would think about how to improve their skills. There was no time for romance.

“Fine, I’ll let you off today. But I’m telling you, you won’t be so lucky next time.” Nangong Beiying waved her hands, motioning for Cloud to leave.

“Well then, Miss, I’ll be outside. Just call me if you need anything.” Cloud left a message and then opened the door and walked out.

Nangong Beiying lay in bed, silently staring at the ceiling.

One by one, people around her were getting taken. It made her feel depressed. In her previous life, she devoted herself to medicine, spending every day with her master to collect herbs and study pathology in the mountains. Now in this world, she not only has to deal with a big mess but also faces retaliation. Oh heavens, it feels like she’s being played with.

They said it was all about fate. She thought it was more like monkey shit. Where were the people she was supposed to meet? She hoped she wouldn’t die before finding them.