The Cannon Fodder NPC Went Too Far [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 16
Chapter 16
From a young age, Shen Zheng exhibited an astonishing need for control. From minor matters like personal scheduling and academic life to major undertakings like infiltrating the Shen family, she meticulously drew up detailed plans and proceeded steadily according to them.
As the things she held grew more numerous and weightier over the years, her condition worsened. Every detail, large and small, passed through her hands without fail. This very control was why she was on the verge of bringing down the Shen family.
She truly hadn’t expected that, after reaching her current state, there would still be areas that escaped her control. This included both today’s incident and her own emotions.
An inexplicable restlessness sprouted in her heart, found fertile ground, and grew into a giant tree. It was like an invisible hand was stirring her up, or like a small beast rampaging inside her. Each heartbeat was like the striking of a bell, making her temples throb violently.
Shen Zheng frowned deeply, her brow peaks lifted high like tightly wound clockwork. She slammed the car door shut, twisted the key, and the car sped off like an arrow released from a bow.
Indeed, she had indulged Xia Yu too much.
“Shen Zheng… I…”
Xia Yu pursed her lips, turning her head to look at Shen Zheng’s tense profile, and called out softly a few times.
“Do you have anything you want to explain to me?” Shen Zheng was unmoved, emanating coldness from head to toe.
Xia Yu opened her mouth, wanting to explain, but couldn’t articulate anything. Finally, she lowered her head and silently shook it.
Shen Zheng stared straight ahead, not sparing Xia Yu a glance. Her grip on the steering wheel suddenly tightened, and she pressed down on the pedal. A loud roar erupted in their ears as the car sped down the empty road. She didn’t say another word.
After racing all the way back to the Xia family residence, Shen Zheng grabbed Xia Yu’s wrist and sullenly led her toward the room.
The butler, seeing Xia Yu in the distance, brightened up. She sized up Xia Yu. Seeing that she was only a little dirty but otherwise unharmed, the butler was about to step forward.
But Shen Zheng walked straight past her and closed the room door with a loud bang, clearly furious.
The butler was stunned for a moment. Considering Shen Zheng’s status as the stepmother and her genuine anxiety earlier, the butler ultimately backed down. After all, “The Young Head of the Family really went too far this time. She deserves a lesson.”
Xia Yu entered the room she had been in countless times before. Before she could react, Shen Zheng threw her onto the sofa.
With her cheek pressing against the soft sofa, Xia Yu was confused for a moment, unsure of Shen Zheng’s intention.
Then, she saw Shen Zheng firmly holding her waist with one hand, pressing her down onto the sofa, and raising the other hand high. With a crisp smack, the palm landed heavily on her rounded…
She actually…
Xia Yu suddenly raised her eyelids, her eyes wide and round. Her face instantly flushed crimson, and the burning heat spread from her cheeks all the way to her ears.
Her slender fingers urgently gripped the sofa. Her body squirmed from side to side, and her legs kicked wildly, trying to escape Shen Zheng’s hand, which was clamped onto her waist like an iron vise.
“Shen Zheng, let go of me… Let go of me…” Like a lit powder keg, Xia Yu roared at Shen Zheng in anger.
Her fair thighs swung wildly in front of Shen Zheng, adding fuel to the fire. Shen Zheng lowered her eyes, tightened the grip on her waist, raised her hand, and gave her a few more heavy slaps.
“Smack…”
“Shen Zheng, what right do you have to control me? Who are you to me… Let go of me…”
“Smack… Smack…”
“Shen Zheng, you are not my real mother. Even if something happened to me, you don’t need to interfere…”
“Smack… Smack… Smack”
Seeing that no matter how much she struggled, she couldn’t escape Shen Zheng’s slaps, a wave of bitterness spread from her chest throughout her body. An inexpressible feeling of injustice surged inside her. Her eyes grew warm, and tears welled up.
Xia Yu bit her lip hard, muffled a few sounds, trying to swallow the tears, but failed. Tears streamed out, and she suppressed her crying, but light sobs still escaped her throat.
She sniffed, and even her angry curses were tinged with a crying tone.
“Shen Zheng, you… bastard…”
She… cried.
Shen Zheng froze for a moment. The pressure on her waist immediately eased significantly, but she still didn’t release her.
Disobedient children must be punished. This time, it was thanks to Gu Xiwen. What about next time? Would she still be able to arrive in time when Xia Yu was being held at gunpoint?
“No crying. You have to accept the punishment when you do something wrong,” Shen Zheng looked down coldly at Xia Yu, who was lying face-down on the sofa with her face buried in it, and commanded coldly.
Seeing that Xia Yu still didn’t move, only her shoulders shaking more violently, Shen Zheng frowned and looked curiously at her own somewhat red palm. Even in her fury, she had maintained a sliver of rationality and controlled her strength.
Shen Zheng explained stiffly: “Don’t cry. It wasn’t that hard.”
Xia Yu’s fingers gripping the sofa were white from overuse. The sobs in her throat had quieted a bit, but she still occasionally made a small hiccuping sound like a purring kitten, clearly very upset.
The raging fire in Shen Zheng’s heart was mostly extinguished. She withdrew the hand that was holding Xia Yu’s waist. Her voice softened again. She sighed lightly and coaxed softly: “Stop crying.” I won’t hit you anymore.
Xia Yu angrily rubbed her face against the sofa a few times, wiping away the tears, and remained buried, ignoring her.
Perhaps fearing that she would suffocate herself, Shen Zheng waited for a moment, then forcibly grabbed Xia Yu’s shoulders and flipped her over.
Xia Yu’s cheeks were flushed crimson, like peach blossoms blooming all over the mountains in spring. Even her fair neck was tinged with a faint pink.
Her wide-open almond eyes glared fiercely at Shen Zheng, but the moisture hidden within them severely undermined her deterrent power, not to mention the hint of unnoticeable shame in her expression.
Her eye corners were red, and a row of distinct teeth marks were imprinted on her lower lip, from which crimson bl00d slowly seeped. The surrounding lips were slightly swollen, revealing a vivid scarlet color.
Shen Zheng was momentarily stunned. She lifted Xia Yu’s chin, gently wiping the bl00d from her lips with her thumb. The repeated friction made the lips look even moister.
She momentarily lost focus, then slightly leaned down, slowly moving her lips toward Xia Yu’s. Just as she was about to touch her, she paused, puffed out her cheeks slightly, and gently blew on the wound.
She softly scolded: “Why bite yourself so deeply?”
The gentle airflow was like a feather lightly tickling her heart, or a weak current sparking across her skin. Xia Yu’s breathing suddenly became rapid and disordered, and her body trembled slightly. The scent of sandalwood became even stronger, making her feel a little dizzy, as if she had been drinking.
Xia Yu glared fiercely at Shen Zheng again. With a strength she didn’t know she possessed, she forcefully shoved Shen Zheng away. Shen Zheng seemed distracted, stumbled, and didn’t react immediately. Xia Yu snorted coldly and ran out of the room without looking back.
Shen Zheng stared blankly at the bl00d-stained fingertips, pursed her lips, and slammed her hand heavily onto a nearby table. The full force of the blow instantly made her entire palm red. She wasn’t sure if she was angry at herself or at Xia Yu.
Rushing back to her room, Xia Yu threw herself into the covers, burying her head to hide her face that felt like it was about to smoke. The events just now involuntarily flashed in her mind.
She should have been furiously recalling the part where she was beaten, but her mind seemed to malfunction. It stalled for a moment, and the slow-motion scene that played was Shen Zheng with her eyes lowered, her red lips slowly approaching her, her tall nose nearly touching the fine hairs on her face, her gorgeous red lips slightly parted…
She must be going crazy with anger. Xia Yu suddenly sprang up from the bed, grabbed a pillow, and furiously slammed it against the mattress. After more than ten minutes of slamming, her arms were sore. She finally stopped, collapsing straight onto the bed, still muttering curses at Shen Zheng.
“Too much! Absolutely too much. This bastard… that scoundrel…”
“That… that pervert…” She whispered the last curse, though her expression was tinged with shame despite the words.
After dealing with the aftermath of the incident remotely until three or four in the morning, Shen Zheng finally took off her clothes and lay in bed.
In her sleep, her brows furrowed. She was back in that scene: she was furiously pulling Xia Yu, throwing her onto the sofa.
She’s going to cry. Don’t use too much force, Shen Zheng warned her sleeping self.
The dream Shen Zheng, however, seemed deaf to the warning. One hand clamped down on Xia Yu’s warm waist, pressing her onto the sofa. The other hand gently rubbed the back of her fuzzy head. Then, with a loud tear, the clothes were ripped open from the collar. She gently pulled them off, and then lifted the short skirt…
Shen Zheng’s eyes snapped wide open.
She gently leaned over, hovering above Xia Yu. First, she gently kissed her crimson earlobe, then her back of the neck, back, and lower back, tracing a path downward…
Perhaps with a hint of anger, she gritted her teeth and gently bit her.
“Mmm, Shen Zheng… it hurts…” The girl shivered all over, gasping a few times. Seemingly unable to bear it, she raised her hand to push Shen Zheng’s abdomen, her voice incredibly soft.
She chuckled softly, grabbed her struggling wrists, and moved to flip her over.
A flushed face, glittering eyes, bl00d seeping from her lips. The strand of what little was left of her rationality snapped into pieces.
She grabbed both her wrists, pinned them above her head, and then abruptly pressed down, kissing her lips with irresistible force. She licked away the bl00d, bit by bit, and then traced the shape of her lips.
She bullied the perpetually stubborn little phoenix until she could no longer suppress the sobs in her throat, her eyes filled with tears, trembling uncontrollably.
Even in her dream, Shen Zheng’s breathing quickened a few notches. After tormenting her for what felt like ages, Shen Zheng’s eyes flew open, and she abruptly woke up.
She quickly poured herself a glass of water and tilted her head back, drinking it all down. Her Adam’s apple bobbed slightly. She gulped the water, which ran down her neck, soaking her front.
She used her finger to wipe her moist lips, as if the soft touch still lingered.
Why did she have such a dream?
Without thinking, the answer in her mind popped out without hesitation.
The usually brilliant Shen Zheng finally came to a realization. She finally understood her abnormalities these past few days.
It turns out, she likes her.
She liked her. She wanted to hold her in her arms, wanted to kiss her, wanted to kiss every part of her, wanted to merge with her… body and soul.