The Cold, Aloof Dominatrix After Parasitically Entering a Rich Family - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Please Use the Wrong Character Correctly: “Sister, I won’t stir you up…”

Tu Si’s Digital Awakening

Back at the Haina Mansion residence, Hu Die (胡蝶) found an old phone in the cabinet. After checking the photos and formatting it, she gave it to Tu Si (凃偲).

The old Apple system was a bit complicated for an ordinary person using a phone for the first time. For Tu Si, who was completely illiterate, it was extremely complex.

Luckily, she had an innate talent for visual learning.

Hu Die only taught her once, and Tu Si was then able to independently make calls, take photos, edit pictures, add WeChat friends, and even figured out how to create short video clips.

The WeChat friend request she sent out went unanswered for half a day. Hu Die explained the meaning of the idiom “play hard to get” (yù qín gù zòng), detailing its importance in relationships. Simultaneously, she painted beautiful scenarios of a comfortable life, before returning to the main point: “You absolutely must not develop feelings for your sponsor. You are a spirit, they are human. Emotional involvement never ends well.”

“What is a good outcome?” Tu Si asked.

Hu Die: “In human society, starting a family and having children counts as a good outcome.”

Tu Si blinked her big eyes, tilted her head, and replied, “Then without emotional involvement, I will have a good outcome, because I am a Wisteria Flower (菟絲子 – a parasitic plant).”

“Mhm, as long as you know that.” Hu Die then launched into her familiar chatter, discussing which spirit had changed sponsors and how much their monthly allowance had increased. She also promised to find Tu Si an even better one once she gained experience, and assured her that the money Tu Si contributed each month would be saved.

Tu Si listened to Hu Die’s “chicken soup” with one ear, while listening to the sounds of the flowers and trees outside with the other. Her hands constantly swiped the screen. Just after she successfully edited her second short video, the WeChat friend request was approved.

…

Gong Shayu’s Family Life and Assistant Fang’s Panic

The commercial vehicle stopped at the villa entrance. Fang Yu got out, opened the back door, and Gong Shayu stepped out. They walked side-by-side toward the courtyard.

This community was the most upscale villa district in eastern Z City. Gong Shayu’s birth mother had been living here for recuperation since falling ill. Although Gong Shayu lived with her father, stepmother, and the stepfamily in the western villa district after returning to China, she made time every week to visit her mother.

Stepping out of the car, Gong Shayu’s tight jawline relaxed, and her pace became noticeably lighter.

The door opened from the inside, and a woman who appeared to be in her forties greeted them joyfully, “Miss is back! I’ll go tell Madam.”

Gong Shayu smiled. “Aunt Yun, hello. If my mom is asleep, don’t disturb her yet.”

Aunt Yun agreed, took two pairs of slippers from the entrance, and turned toward the stairs.

Gong Shayu put on one pair and handed the other to Fang Yu.

Fang Yu paused, accepting the slippers with a slight feeling of being overwhelmed.

After changing shoes, she followed Gong Shayu into the living room. Assistant Fang was still reeling from the anxiety of having left her boss at the restaurant for over half an hour and felt completely flustered.

“If you don’t absolutely have to go back tonight, you can sleep here,” Gong Shayu said, pointing upstairs. “There are several guest rooms.”

Fang Yu awkwardly agreed, “Understood.”

Fang Yu knew that despite Gong Shayu holding an inheritance right to the Gong Group, her position was precarious. Gong Shayu was from the “legal wife,” but her mother was marked as the “ex-wife.” No matter how impressive Gong Shayu’s resume was, the high-level executives were wary of picking a side. Fang Yu was the only one who truly knew that Gong Shayu’s intelligence and capability far exceeded her looks and resume.

She had always felt respect and fear toward Gong Shayu. Seeing this casual, home-life side of Gong Shayu made it hard to adjust quickly.

Aunt Yun quickly came back downstairs and said Gong’s mother had known Gong Shayu was coming tonight and had been waiting.

“You go rest first, I’m going to chat with my mom,” Gong Shayu said, walking quickly upstairs. Her expression was the same as any ordinary person seeing their mother—gentle and joyful.

Fang Yu relaxed only after Aunt Yun led her into the guest room. She looked around at the understated luxury of the decor. Looking out the window, she saw lush trees and the long-lost starlight, feeling like she was in the countryside.

Fang Yu pulled out her phone to take a picture and noticed the number “16” next to the WeChat icon.

She tapped the “two faces” icon, and a message popped up: “The other party adds friends too frequently, please proceed with caution.”

This was the first time Fang Yu had seen such a warning. She tapped the little red “1” in her contacts list. The request had been added via a phone number search, followed by a screen full of “Sister…”

“Sister, approve me” “Sister, the dinner conversation was very enjoyable today” “Sister, look at me…” “Sister… I’m Tusi (吐司 – Toast or Tu Si)…”

What in the world is this nonsense?!

Fang Yu suddenly understood. Enjoyable conversation? She realized that during the time she left her boss at the restaurant, someone named “Tusi”—whose profile picture was of a woman—had dined with her boss and managed to get her personal phone number.

Fang Yu hesitated for a moment, then tapped “Approve.”

…

The Misspelling that Seals the Fate

Gong Shayu changed into her loungewear and entered her mother’s bedroom.

“Mom?” Gong Shayu called softly.

Her mother, Weng Fangshu, was sitting up in bed, looking at her phone. Gong Shayu noticed an oil painting of their three family members—herself, her mother, and her late older sister—before her mother quickly hid the screen.

“Mom,” Gong Shayu reached out and hugged the woman. “Thinking about Sister again?”

“No, I was thinking about when my Xiao Yu will bring someone home to help take care of you.” Ms. Weng hugged her back. “You know what I mean. Assistant Fang is not suitable for you.”

“Same-s3x marriage is legal now. If you like someone, you can bring her to meet your mother.”

Gong Shayu was both amused and surprised that her casual remark last year had been taken seriously. She noticed her mother’s heavy clothes and blankets, signs of her lingering frailty.

“This kind of thing can’t be rushed, but I promise, I’ll put it on the agenda starting now.”

Ms. Weng smiled. “Put it on the agenda? What date is that?”

Gong Shayu: “…In a month.”

Satisfied, Ms. Weng finally yawned. Gong Shayu was subtly relieved and urged her to sleep.

After coaxing her mother to sleep, Gong Shayu returned to her own bedroom and ran into Fang Yu, who was standing by the door holding her phone.

“Something wrong?”

Fang Yu respectfully handed the phone to Gong Shayu. “General Gong, since ten o’clock, this person named ‘Tusi’ has sent about a dozen WeChat friend requests. I was afraid it might be important, so I brought it to you.”

“Uh, I accidentally tapped ‘Approve’…” Fang Yu confessed.

Gong Shayu took the phone. She saw the green-haired anime avatar and 25 unread messages. The name was Tusi. She frowned, recalling the girl’s pitch-black eyes and the clear, foolish light in them.

She opened the chat and saw a screen full of “Sister.”

“Sister, are you asleep?” “Sister, why don’t you reply to me?” “Sister, your lipstick color is beautiful, it makes you look super white.” “Sister…” “Sis…”

Gong Shayu felt like the text was shouting, making her ears hurt and her eyes sting.

At the same time, in Haina Mansion, a rabbit spirit who often played mahjong with Hu Die leaned close to Tu Si, reading her newly recorded message.

Tu Si was illiterate and learned to speak by watching TV. But she had picked up Hu Die’s Southern accent, which sometimes mixed up similar sounds. This caused her voice-to-text input to frequently generate miswritten characters.

The final message read:

“Sister, I won’t stir you up (炒 – chǎo, stir-fry), rest early, heart image.” (The intended word was probably chǎo (吵), meaning bother or disturb, but she used the wrong character.)

Gong Shayu: “…”

She severely doubted this strange woman. Given the trajectory, she suspected the next message would be an explicit photo.

“Assistant Fang, don’t just add anyone in the future.” Fang Yu watched her boss’s face turn ashen as she bit out two words: “Delete it.”