The Cold, Aloof Dominatrix After Parasitically Entering a Rich Family - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Table 6? Table 9! “Looks like she’s not very bright…

“The lipstick color is too dark!”

“Change the perfume!”

“Change the necklace! Change the earrings!”

“Only one bracelet is enough, ugh! And the rings—how many times do I have to say it? You’re not selling rings! Just the one on your index finger!”

“The index finger… that’s the second finger!”

In the walk-in closet, Tu Si (凃偲) frantically pulled off various sparkling accessories according to Hu Die’s (胡蝶) instructions.

This was her thirty-fifth day in human form. As a Wisteria Flower spirit, she felt her adaptability was quite strong; while not as natural as the Butterfly spirit, she didn’t show any obvious flaws.

Oh, the Butterfly spirit was the woman standing there with her hands on her hips, issuing commands.

Tu Si held up both her hands and hesitated, “Can I wear both of these circles?”

Hu Die’s gaze drifted from Tu Si’s full lips to her raised hands. Whether it was the metallic shine of the rings or the excessive paleness of her fingers, it briefly dazzled her.

Tu Si’s left-hand ring was a nine-yuan-ninety free-shipping purchase she bought online, which now looked no different from the diamond ring in a safe. The ring on her right hand was slightly pricier, twenty-eight yuan from a night market, a string of small pearls encircling a silver-colored band.

One side passionate, the other aloof—a truly difficult choice.

Hu Die glanced at the time and urged, “Forget it, forget it, wear both! We’re running out of time! We’ll be late in twenty minutes, and it takes at least twenty-five minutes to get there from here.”

Twenty minutes and twenty-five minutes?

Tu Si couldn’t figure out the difference immediately, but she obeyed whatever Hu Die said. The Butterfly spirit was simply too amazing; she could deal with all sorts of humans and even commanded that massive machine.

Truthfully, Tu Si was afraid to be alone inside the belly of the big machine, always feeling like she’d be chewed up the next second. But with Hu Die’s machine-monster, she felt the latter transformed into a gentle lamb, ready to take them anywhere Hu Die commanded.

“Did you remember what I just told you?” Hu Die turned the steering wheel to the left, and the car followed.

Tu Si nodded, half-understanding, half-remembering. She didn’t quite grasp the meaning of the words but had memorized all the content.

“Good, say it out loud for me,” Hu Die requested.

Tu Si: “The person we’re meeting is called Tang Chengming, blue, 35 years old, graduated from B University, current manager of the Gong Group Investment Department, likes music, golf, and putting on airs.”

“Mmm… except the ‘blue’ part, it’s ‘Lan’ (蘭)…” Hu Die corrected, though her pronunciation was slightly accented.

“Continue.”

Tu Si: “My name is Tu Si, I’m eighteen this year…”

“Ah!” Hu Die suddenly cried out, followed by the screech of tires on the pavement.

Tu Si felt her heart was flung out of her chest. Before she could gasp for air, another breath was forcefully sucked into her windpipe. The shock almost made her vines poke through her scalp.

“Shhh! Are you trying to get us killed? Showing your true form here will get the Demon Management Bureau on us, and we’ll be doomed,” Hu Die quickly calmed down. She glanced at the time on the car screen and exclaimed again, “No time! You go first. The restaurant is right here. Look, walk straight down this road, the restaurant is at that blue house!”

Tu Si looked where the Butterfly spirit was pointing. Amidst the tall buildings, a short blue house stood out, like an iris surrounded by towering giants.

She obediently opened the car door. Just as the door closed, she heard Hu Die say, “Remember, it’s Table 6.”

“Sister, don’t worry, I will definitely get his WeChat.”

Tu Si was a little scared and a little excited. This was the first time she was meeting a human alone.

The flowers and plants along the road greeted Tu Si one after another, making the short walk take a few extra minutes.

Pushing open the door of the blue house, Tu Si was immediately attracted by the various shades of blue inside.

“Welcome, do you have a reservation?” the server at the door politely bowed and asked.

Distracted, Tu Si didn’t quite hear what they said, so she just smiled and nodded, imitating Hu Die.

“Alright, please come in…” Just then, other people walked in from outside.

The server repeated the same greeting. Tu Si clearly heard it this time—they were asking about a table.

The number ‘6’ appeared in her mind. She remembered clearly that the character was a circle with a long tail.

Tu Si’s gaze leaped from one table to the next, finally wavering between the 6 and the 9…

Why are there two Table 6s?

It was only for a moment, though. She chose Table 9 without hesitation.

The reason was simple: Table 6 was occupied by a bald uncle who didn’t look like the “amazing human” Hu Die described. Table 9, however, was not only good-looking but also wearing blue clothes, which matched Hu Die’s description of “blue.”

…

At Table 9, Gong Shayu (龔沙雨) tasted two spoonfuls of lobster bisque before setting the spoon down.

She had been in meetings all afternoon and was feeling dizzy. She wasn’t hungry; she just wanted a place to rest for a while.

She lowered her eyes to her wristwatch—8:35 PM. Assistant Fang was five minutes late.

When she looked up again, a shadow had fallen over the dining table.

Under the warm light, a girl in a plain white dress stood there. Her raven hair reached her waist, and her features were like a meticulously painted porcelain doll—but those eyes were astonishingly dark, as if they had absorbed the last ray of heavenly light.

The thick ink of her hair and eyes silently bled onto her pale skin, creating a strikingly pristine and breathtaking image.

The only drawback was the plethora of cheap jewelry she wore. The low-quality sparkle of the accessories vanished against her porcelain-white skin; it was as if any patchy color would simply melt away in her exceptionally pure aura.

“Hello.” After speaking, the girl very naturally sat down across from her.

Gong Shayu then noticed her features were also exceptionally beautiful. This beauty was unlike any she had seen before; for a moment, she couldn’t find the right words to describe the feeling.

Her breath caught in her throat, causing her to unconsciously swallow, but her expression didn’t betray a thing. She remained full of scrutiny. “?”

The girl stared back at Gong Shayu without reservation. Only after their eyes met did she startle as if waking from a dream. “Hello, my name is Tu Si, I’m eighteen this year.”

After saying this, Tu Si seemed to remember something, stood up again, and extended her left hand.

Gong Shayu, however, showed no intention of shaking it, instead coldly staring at the row of fake diamonds on the girl’s left index finger.

Tu Si also stared at her hand suspended in mid-air, recalling Hu Die’s instructions: Today’s mission is to make the target happy and add their WeChat.

A thought suddenly struck her. The server’s movement at the door just now had made her quite happy.

The girl took a half-step back and, mimicking the server, bowed shallowly toward Gong Shayu.

Gong Shayu: “…”

She casually glanced at the other person’s long, slender neck, then looked down. The moment the girl stood up, she caught a glimpse of the burgeoning whiteness of her cleavage.

Gong Shayu: “…”

Tu Si sat back down with no sign of embarrassment.

Gong Shayu is the Third Miss of the Gong Group. As long as she remains unmarried, she holds a right to the Gong inheritance. Given her status, countless people want to cozy up to her.

Naturally, many have taken a radical approach, trying to send people—men or women—to her side.

But on this matter, Third Miss Gong has been practically inhuman. She’s uninterested in all appearances; she’d rather read a few industry reports than take an extra look at someone’s face.

Of course, besides this, her own superior looks and expensive aura attract attention from many people of all genders.

But someone like the girl across from her, who called herself Tu Si, was a first.

Cool, gentle, weak, and innocent—she didn’t seem like the type to actively try to befriend anyone.

“Gong Shayu,” Gong Shayu said flatly.

Hearing the ‘Gong’ sound, Tu Si quietly sighed in relief, confirming she hadn’t gotten the wrong person.

“I heard you like music and golf. What a coincidence, I also like golf and music,” Tu Si recited the script Hu Die gave her without missing a word. “The Z Orchestra is coming soon. I happen to have two tickets. Want to go together?”

The script dictated that the target would say with surprise: “Oh, you also like classical music?” Then, Tu Si would smile knowingly, “My favorite is their performance of A Midsummer Night’s Dream.”

The reality was, Gong Shayu slowly lifted her eyes and said nonchalantly, “I don’t like music, especially music with a violin.”

Tu Si: “?” What is a violin? I don’t know the answer.

The moment their eyes met, Tu Si immediately avoided her gaze. She looked around helplessly, her eyes sliding past the snake-bone chain wrapped around Gong Shayu’s wrist, finally landing in a desperate plea on the crushed ice-blue roses on the table.

The crushed ice-blue rose cautiously opened its petals, imitating a violin sound, “La la la la…” Seeing that Tu Si could hear its voice, it reminded her, “A violin is a musical instrument.”

Tu Si immediately changed her tune, “I don’t like the sound of violins either. How about we go play golf this weekend?”

“I’m not interested in golf,” Gong Shayu checked her watch again impatiently.

8:55 PM.

For an assistant whose time is always measured to the second, being twenty minutes late was highly unusual.

Gong Shayu casually opened WeChat and saw Assistant Fang had reported twenty minutes ago that she’d been in a car accident and expected to take half an hour to resolve it, asking if she should call a driver. Gong Shayu frowned and replied with two words: “No need.”

Tu Si saw her expression and meekly shut up. What should she do next? Hu Die hadn’t taught her.

“You can pretend to eat,” the crushed ice-blue rose continued to offer advice. Its voice woke up all the flowers and plants in the restaurant.

“Flip your hair, flip your hair…”

“Eat ice cream. A girl who sat at my table yesterday found an engagement ring inside her ice cream.”

“Drink water… drink water, use her cup to drink water.”

“Ahem…” The blue cedar in the corner couldn’t help but join the think tank. “Hook your leg! Ahem ahem ahem, hook your leg, trust me!!!”

So Gong Shayu watched as the girl across from her hooked her fallen strands of hair behind her ear. As the ends of her hair brushed her neck, they caught a scattering of light, the silky black hair slipping through her fingers.

It was a beautiful sight, but she looked completely like she was trying to steal something.

Gong Shayu picked up the water glass on the table, and Tu Si’s hand, which was sliding down from her hair, grabbed nothing but air.

Tu Si: “!”

“Hook your leg, hook your leg…” the blue cedar urged.

Tu Si’s mind was a mess, and her face was full of apprehension.

Gong Shayu took a mouthful of honey water. Before she could swallow, she felt something brush against her calf.

Goosebumps erupted reflexively across her body. Gong Shayu thought it was her imagination. She looked down under the table and saw a slender, white jade-like leg pressing against her ankle and moving upwards.

Gong Shayu: “…”

The water in her throat was instantly choked into her windpipe. Third Miss Gong coughed violently twice, feeling like the two sips of soup she’d had might come out with the cough.

She scrutinized the girl across from her again. She felt like an exquisitely packaged product that hadn’t yet obtained a certificate of quality but was being stubbornly placed on the display window.

To cover up the embarrassment of her coughing fit, Gong Shayu gave Tu Si a sidelong glance, her cool voice lazily drawling: “Looks like she’s not very bright.”

Tu Si bloomed into a sunflower-style smile. “I’m the smartest person on our mountain! If you don’t believe me, ask me what one plus one equals!”

Third Miss Gong: “…”

At 9:10 PM, Assistant Fang finally called, putting an end to this farce.

As Gong Shayu rose to leave, Tu Si finally got to the point. “Sister, can I add your WeChat?”

“Child, the next time you go out, bring your brain with you.”

Gong Shayu, stepping on her thin high heels, walked out of the restaurant.

Five minutes later, the guest at Table 6 also disappeared in the direction Gong Shayu had gone.

Tu Si looked at the colorful food covering the table and extended both hands.

She had actually wanted to eat earlier and had been holding back. Now that there were no obstacles, she focused on eating. She didn’t notice that Hu Die had arrived.

“How did it go?” Hu Die sat down where Gong Shayu had been sitting.

Tu Si looked up, satisfied. “It was delicious.”

Hu Die frowned, glancing at the “9” on the table, and was about to ask why.

Then she heard Tu Si ask, “She’s very good-looking. Can I manage to get her?”

“I’ll help you,” Hu Die smiled contentedly.

She had seen the photo of the guest at Table 6 and didn’t want to correct the Wisteria Flower spirit’s aesthetics, nor did she care about Table 6 or 9. In human society, temporary table swaps were quite normal.

…

On the way back, Tu Si told Hu Die a string of numbers she got from the crushed ice-blue rose.

Hu Die smiled even happier. “It seems like it went very smoothly. I’ll get you a phone later and teach you how to add WeChat.”

Tu Si nodded obediently. Although the phone number wasn’t personally given by the ‘Sister Target,’ the crushed ice-blue rose told her that this restaurant was membership-based, and the member’s number was their phone number.