"Mommy, does General Zara Yun really look just like you?" Ethan Yin tilted his little head and looked at Cici.
Cici smiled, reaching out to gently stroke Ethan's head. She answered, "Yes, my twin sister and I look almost exactly like her. Isn't that a coincidence? My grandmother told me it's the Yun Family's destiny. My sister and I carry the mission of the Yun Family—after 1,111 generations, the Yun Family rises and falls because of this. It's our family prophecy."
"Mom, don't worry, I'll help you!" Miles Gu clenched his little fists, his red eyes shining with determination.
Cici lowered her head and gently kissed Miles on the forehead, her eyes full of warmth. "Mm, Mommy believes in you, Miles."
A blush instantly spread across Miles's handsome little face.
It felt so good to be recognized by Mommy.
Ethan pouted, "Mommy, what about me! I'll help you too! You only kissed Miles..."
Cici laughed and turned to kiss Ethan's forehead, finally making him satisfied.
Cici looked at her two little ones, feeling a strange sense of wonder.
They'd only been with her for a few days, yet she already felt so close to them.
She really had become their mother, even though she wasn't married.
"Alright, it's getting late. We need to rest early. Tomorrow morning, our flight from Paris to London can't be missed!" Cici cuddled each child, coaxing them to sleep happily.
In the room next door, Wendy tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
Three years. Madam, it's been three whole years.
The CEO has waited for you for three years. It's time for you to come home!
Early the next morning, Cici got up to pack.
She prepared breakfast for her two little ones, and Wendy had already helped them get dressed.
"Hurry up and wash up, time for breakfast!" Cici called out, "After we eat, we have to drive straight to the airport—someone's waiting for us there."
"Good morning, Mommy!" Ethan and Miles rushed over together. Cici squatted down, and they each gave her a good morning kiss on the cheek.
"Morning!" Cici happily kissed her two little ones back. Seeing Wendy approach, she smiled and said, "Wendy, hurry and get ready for breakfast too! We're counting on you to help with the kids in England."
Wendy laughed heartily. "Don't worry, everything will be fine."
Cici quickly packed everyone up, tossing all the luggage into Wendy's car, then drove the two little buns straight to the airport.
Sure enough, as soon as they arrived at the airport, someone was already waiting for them.
"Miss Cici, I'm Gavin, Mr. Yin's assistant in France. My job is to get you safely on the plane. Once you arrive in London, Alex will greet you personally." Gavin explained his responsibilities thoroughly and handed the boarding passes to Cici and Wendy. "Hope you have a wonderful time in England!"
A wonderful time... I'm going there to work as a translator, okay?
Cici just thanked him, took her things, and hurried onto the plane with Wendy and the two little buns, heading straight for London.
London wasn't Cici's first time there, but it wasn't exactly a regular destination for her either.
For the past two years, she'd spent most of her time in France. She'd travel to other countries for work, but always returned right after—never staying longer than necessary.
Cici always found it strange—her accent in every other language was perfect, but English... Only her English sounded off.
Listening to Miles chat happily with the flight attendants in a flawless London accent made Cici even more frustrated!
"Mom, why does your English sound more American?" Ethan asked curiously.
Cici sighed, "I don't know! I've always spoken with an American accent, for as long as I can remember. I just can't shake the habit."
Wendy listened with a smile—of course Madam speaks American English!
Back when Madam worked at the company years ago, she always spoke American English!
Miles shook Cici's finger and said, "It's okay, no matter what accent Mommy has, we love it."
Cici instantly broke into a bright smile.
Wow, with such thoughtful and sweet sons, how could anyone not be jealous of their mother?
These two little buns are so adorable—what kind of woman could have given birth to them...?
The plane landed in London in no time.
Just as expected, Alex was waiting for them as soon as they got off the plane.
Ethan and Miles followed behind Wendy.
It's not that they weren't eager—it's just that they didn't dare to be.
Whimper... Uncle Alex is, besides Uncle Henry Shaw, the most capable assistant Daddy has!
Whimper... Can't let Mommy find out!
Seeing that only Cici came over, Alex immediately understood what the two young masters were thinking. He smiled and said respectfully, "Miss Cici, I'm sorry, but we need you to start work right away. Don't worry, your family will be escorted by dedicated staff. Since the workplace is special, we'll have to drive a bit further. To save time, could you come with me first for work?"
Cici nodded as soon as she heard work was starting. "No problem. My children..."
"We'll have bodyguards escort them. Don't worry." Seeing how nervous Cici was about the two young masters, Alex smiled even more. The CEO will be happy to hear this, too.
"Alright, I'll go with you then." Cici knew that with Charles Yin's bodyguards, Ethan and Miles would be perfectly safe.
Besides, Wendy would be there to help as well.
Who would've thought all of Charles Yin's assistants were so capable—each one could take on a hundred!
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Cici saw the little buns still dawdling behind, so she greeted Alex and turned back to find the two slowpokes still packing.
"Mommy has to go to work first. You two go with Aunt Wendy to where we'll be staying. Call me anytime if you need anything, okay?" Cici patiently reminded them over and over.
"Got it, got it!" Ethan and Miles dropped their slow expressions and answered in unison with big smiles, "Mommy, go ahead and work! We'll take care of ourselves!"
With her little buns' reassurance, Cici finally left with Alex, still a bit worried.
It took a full two hours by car from London to their destination.
As soon as she got out of the car, Cici was stunned by the view before her.
A breathtaking castle.
It was completely preserved in the style of the fifteenth century.
Is this... a private castle?
The British butler had already lined up the maids in two rows, respectfully waiting at the entrance.
"Honored madam, I am the castle's butler. My name is Helen. By the master's order, I am here to welcome you." Helen, dressed in a butler's uniform, was the picture of British elegance—sharp features, refined manners, and around thirty years old.
"Hello, I'm Yun Xi." Cici placed her hand on Helen's gloved palm and stepped out of the car with her help.
"Am I working here?" Cici looked uncertainly at Alex. Does she really need to translate here?
This is England!
And everyone here is British!
Why would they need someone with an American accent to translate?
Alex smiled and nodded. "Yes. This winery is specially used by the CEO for winemaking. Today, a batch of wine is ready to be opened."
Cici felt like she was dreaming.
She knew Charles Yin came to England for the winery, but she never imagined he'd be extravagant enough to use a castle for winemaking!
This is a castle!
A real noble's castle!
These castles used to be the homes of England's great nobles!
And he's using it to make wine?
Cici was left speechless.
"Please, madam." Helen invited Cici inside with utmost respect.
Cici felt like she was walking on clouds, dazed as she entered the castle's grand doors.
Sure enough, the castle's elegance was just as exquisite as she'd imagined.
Every detail radiated nobility and status.
Cici felt increasingly uncertain about what her job was supposed to be.
Alex had just said she needed to start work right away.
But now, this setup didn't look like anyone was urgently waiting for a translator.
Helen led Cici to a huge door, knocked gently, and reported in a steady voice, "Master, Madam has arrived."
"Come in." Charles Yin's deep voice came from inside the room.
Helen quietly opened the door and invited Cici inside.
Cici walked in, looking a bit lost.
Is she really supposed to work as a translator here?
As soon as she entered, she saw that the huge room held only Charles Yin.
Oh wait, there was a cat lying nearby.
But the cat was curled up in the corner, too scared to even glance at the imposing master.
Cici walked in, not knowing what to expect. The moment she saw Charles Yin, a flicker of panic flashed in her eyes—clearly thinking of what happened that morning.
But seeing Charles Yin's serious expression, Cici quickly suppressed her panic.
Looks like he really has something important to discuss.
Alex stood behind Charles Yin and quietly reported a few things.
Charles Yin nodded slightly. "Mm, got it."
Alex straightened up and stepped aside, silent as a shadow.
The butler dutifully brought in a pot of black tea, then quietly left.
Charles Yin looked straight at Cici and said, "Looks like we won't be leaving anytime soon."
"Uh... huh?" Cici was stunned. What did he mean by that?
Not leaving anytime soon—what does that mean?
"A cat broke into my wine cellar and ruined a barrel of original wine," Charles Yin said calmly. "I'm waiting for the cat's owner to come explain. Oh, and the owner is apparently French. Miss Cici, could you translate for me?"