Before starting her job, Lin Weixi had an almost perfect picture of what working as a caregiver would be like. Her employer, Grandpa Chen, lived alone and liked his peace and quiet. He paid well, and the duties were simple: keep him company, cook, and clean. It was practically the dream retirement job for an introvert... no, the dream job!
After she started, she discovered the work was indeed “exciting.”
On her first day, Grandpa Chen “accidentally” slipped in the bathroom, and the bath mat vanished without a trace.
On her third day, someone sprinkled way too much salt into the food of Grandpa Chen, who had high blood pressure. It was salty enough to kill a bull.
On her fifth day, a flowerpot “accidentally” fell from the balcony, landing right where Grandpa Chen usually sat in the sun.
While the police concluded that these were “accidents” and his relatives offered insincere concern, saying, “You really ought to be more careful,” Lin Weixi played the part of a frightened, clumsy little bunny of a caregiver by day. She could burst into tears at the drop of a hat and jump at the sound of a cup falling over.
“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!” QAQ
At night, she transformed into a cool-headed investigator.
She put on white gloves, pulled out her notebook, analyzed the methods used, and sorted through the suspects.
Suspect number one: the dutiful son on the surface, drowning in gambling debts behind his father’s back and desperate for his inheritance.
Suspect number two: the tearful daughter, who kept coming to “visit” her father and “borrowing” his antique ornaments while she was at it.
Suspect number three: the overly helpful neighbor, who had a spare key to Grandpa’s house and knew his daily routine inside out.
Lin Weixi: “Hah. What a bunch of drama queens. You think you can pull this off right under my nose? The Oscars owe you all little gold statuettes. I’ll make it up to you with handcuffs.”
This is the story of an ordinary person,
