The Cold, Aloof Dominatrix After Parasitically Entering a Rich Family - Chapter 22

Chapter 22: The Wedding Ring — Deducted from Your Salary

When they arrived, they entered through one entrance of the notary office, and after a series of procedures, they walked out of the Marriage Registration Center and onto this charming, bustling pedestrian street.

As they strolled along, Tu Si’s gaze was drawn to the Southeast Asian architecture, the locals in ethnic clothing, and all the animals and even plants. She was reacting to everything as if it were her first time outdoors.

She chattered incessantly. Gong Shayu automatically filtered out every sound she made, but she did notice Tu Si’s deep knowledge of plants. She could accurately name every one she saw, and when excited, she would even say a word or two to them.

From the Marriage Registration Center to the middle of the street, Gong Shayu had counted her talking to six plants, asking for water five times, food four times, complaining of being tired three times, mentioning ice cream twice, and finally being completely captivated by a cotton candy vendor.

If Gong Shayu remembered correctly, she had bought her a cotton candy machine before. Could something she already owned still hold such a powerful attraction?

Gong Shayu scoffed at such a thing, full of saccharin and food coloring. She felt equally stupid standing there waiting and certainly didn’t want to bring the sticky mess into her car.

She wanted to act as usual and simply ignore her.

But they had just registered their marriage; they were legally wives.

What if Tu Si, standing right here, grabbed her arm and started an embarrassing scene, whining repeatedly, “Wife, please, just buy me one! Please? I promise to be good and obedient later… Wife!”

What if she humiliates me in this crowded street?

This woman had shown genuine distress a while ago, yet she was instantly entranced by cotton candy. Gong Shayu was certain that even if Tu Si didn’t have amnesia and even with her sky-high IQ, her lack of focus meant she would never have done well in school.

“Tu Si,” Gong Shayu said patiently, “that thing has too much sugar and coloring. It’s not good for your health, and it will make you ugly and fat! If you like it, I’ll have Assistant Fang buy you another machine, and you can make it however you want.”

Just keep it out of my car.

Excluding the emotionless contractual clauses, this was the first time Gong Shayu had spoken so much to Tu Si, who looked slightly overwhelmed.

In fact, she wasn’t obsessed with the taste of cotton candy; she simply found the fluffy, cute shape adorable, and the sweetness easily brought her joy.

After walking two more steps, Gong Shayu realized cotton candy was just the beginning.

Tu Si stopped at every stall, especially those selling sweets. She homed in on wherever the crowd was thickest and politely waited in line.

Tomorrow was Miss Gong’s first high-level hotel meeting, and she had a mountain of work waiting. She couldn’t afford to let Tu Si play around here.

Starting from the cotton candy incident, her sentences became shorter and her tone colder. Finally, if Tu Si’s eyes strayed from the path ahead, Gong Shayu would snap one word: “Walk.”

At the end of the street, Tu Si stopped yet again in front of a handmade jewelry stall, ignoring Gong Shayu’s stern glances and verbal warnings.

The main reason: Tu Si had no resistance to anything sparkly.

Because she was intensely curious about everything, and Gong Shayu didn’t answer every question—and when she did, the answers were brief and dismissive—Tu Si had to rely on the “Human User Manual” from the person who provided her nourishment.

The manual hadn’t mentioned these stalls much, but it had detailed the ceremony of marriage.

“This round circle represents locking each other’s hearts and promising to stay together for life. In short, humans always exchange rings when they marry.”

Tu Si repeated the manual’s words verbatim to Gong Shayu.

Gong Shayu had no interest in her invitation for a lifelong commitment. She just regretted not buying that damn cotton candy to shut her up earlier.

The jewelry stall was run by a slender, bohemian-dressed woman who looked youthful, though the deep wrinkles on her face suggested she was not young.

The bohemian woman smiled knowingly at Gong Shayu, murmured something, and finally spoke a phrase in a language Tu Si had never heard.

Tu Si was, as usual, clueless, but Gong Shayu’s breath hitched.

She grabbed Tu Si’s forearm, intending to pull her away. Tu Si, determined to get a ring, stood her ground like a stake, refusing to budge.

Gong Shayu: “…”

Bull. Not as in “awesome,” but as in stubborn like an ox.

“One minute,” Miss Gong sighed, warning with ill temper, “Remember your place.”

As if she knew they would buy, the bohemian woman smiled and pulled a small box from a large box behind her. Opening it, she presented it to Tu Si, whose eyes were instantly dazzled by the light reflecting off the contents.

Two rings lay side-by-side on the velvet: one was a simple silver band, and the other was also silver but covered in glittering fake diamonds, centered around a large bright green fake gem.

Tu Si took out the fake diamond ring and put it on her finger. She turned it over and inspected it from all angles for a while, nodding in satisfaction.

“Sister, why aren’t you wearing one?” Tu Si asked.

“I don’t like it.”

“But this ring looks great with your bracelet.”

At this, Gong Shayu’s expression suddenly darkened, and a reprimand was on her lips. Then she heard Tu Si say, “Wife, please buy it for me, okay?”

The moment those two words came out, Gong Shayu felt a huge burst of strength concentrate in her calves. She instantly grasped the essence of the ankle lock technique in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu.

The flower demon was completely unaware that she had narrowly escaped death twice in the last ten minutes.

All she knew was that the title “Wife” was incredibly effective.

During the wedding photo shoot, a couple waiting in line behind them had an argument. The woman frowned, annoyed by the crowd, and the man casually said, “Wife, don’t be mad. We’ll go buy a handbag later.”

The woman immediately smiled.

So, Tu Si had tried the “Wife” method as a test-run during the photo shoot, and Gong Shayu had indeed smiled—though it was a little terrifying, it was still a smile.

Now, Tu Si tried it again because she genuinely loved the bright green gem.

All human things required money to purchase. She had none, but Gong Shayu did.

Since Gong Shayu was her sponsor, Tu Si viewed her as a walking vending machine.

Seeing Gong Shayu immobile, Tu Si thought she hadn’t heard and raised her hand to shake her arm as a reminder. Gong Shayu, however, stepped back a good half-meter, as if anticipating her move.

Gong Shayu’s time was precious. To finish quickly and avoid making a scene on a foreign street, she reluctantly took the plain silver band and casually slipped it onto her little finger.

Tu Si pointed to her ring finger, thinking Gong Shayu didn’t know, and said loudly, “It’s this finger!”

Gong Shayu irritably slid the ring onto her ring finger. Tu Si followed the movement to look at her hand.

It was long and well-defined, undeniably beautiful. Even wearing the plainest band, its nobility was evident.

And the snake bone chain on her wrist, though it glowed gold, showed signs of age, yet on Gong Shayu, it looked unique.

“Can we go now?” Gong Shayu asked coldly.

Tu Si smiled sheepishly. “Um… I don’t have any money.”

Gong Shayu took out her phone, scanned the vendor’s code, and dropped the line: “Deducted from your salary.”

It took Tu Si a moment to realize she meant the money she would be paid monthly under the contract. “How much?”

“Fifteen thousand Huabi, converted.”

Tu Si was instantly petrified. Although she had no concept of money, she knew 15 was more than 10. She looked at the dazzling green gem on her hand, immediately wanting to burst into tears.