The Cold, Aloof Dominatrix After Parasitically Entering a Rich Family - Chapter 28

Chapter 28: Street Dance — Tu Si Is Happy Today

Fang Yu looked troubled: “Regarding Mark, the lawyers and prison guards have interrogated him multiple times, but he still insists there’s only one ledger.”

Gong Shayu had made complete preparations before coming to Yalu Port. She even had drafted layoff lists and high-level personnel data. But when she checked the accounts with Fang Yu, the shocking discrepancies still made her heart clench—Tina was probably the most insignificant scapegoat in this chain of interests.

Most importantly, she suspected someone was using this five-star resort for money laundering. Judging by how Gong Zhongshan and Gong Shaodong, the father and son, completely let go, perhaps they were unaware? After all, compared to the entire Gong Consortium, ICC was insignificant, let alone the perpetually loss-making Yalu Port branch.

Tu Si didn’t like listening to them discuss these things. Since Wang Wei had invited her out for bubble tea, she agreed without a second thought. Gong Shayu had docked her “salary” for the previous two months, making bubble tea a luxury for her.

Seeing Tu Si leave, Fang Yu subtly inquired about Gong Shayu’s married life. After all, the boss’s mood directly affected her own career prospects.

“Assistant Fang, you seem quite concerned about her?”

Fang Yu: “…I’m certainly concerned about you, Boss Gong. Seeing Miss Tu wear the ICC uniform every day—she is your… well, wouldn’t that be… unseemly? After all, it concerns your reputation.”

Gong Shayu knew what Fang Yu meant. Tu Si was her nominal wife, so she should at least buy her a couple of outfits.

“Use that energy to find a Head Chef,” Gong Shayu dismissed Fang Yu. She really didn’t want to be distracted by Tu Si right now.

After Fang Yu left, Gong Shayu was alone in the entire apartment. In the past, she returned late at night after work, and Tu Si was still asleep when she left in the morning. In other words, Miss Gong had never properly scrutinized the house and the person on the sofa.

Thinking back to the hotel entrance today, when Tu Si, fearless, walked towards her, that empty heart had been filled with something. Gong Shayu even entertained an absurd thought: If anyone in this world, besides her mother, genuinely cared about her safety, it would have to be Tu Si.

Then she reconsidered. Of course. She was her Sugar Daddy. Who else would refrain from touching that beautiful physique?

Outside the French windows, the setting sun stretched her shadow long and thin.

Did she truly not want it?

Gong Shayu asked herself. The situation had been urgent, and Tu Si had simply crashed into her. Yet, her body had reacted involuntarily, producing an inappropriate response, even experiencing ridiculous hallucinations.

An alarm blared in Gong Shayu’s mind. She forcefully shifted her rationality back to reality.

She went to the wine cabinet to grab a bottle of red wine but was bewildered by the adjacent glass cabinet. In the amber-colored transparent cabinet, crystal wine glasses were still neatly stacked. Unexpectedly, each glass contained a very obvious little trinket that didn’t belong there.

Things like sea stars of various sizes, conch shells, and most of all, various colored shells: round white ones, purple-brown mottled ones, green patterned ones, white spiral ones, brown spotted ones…

Gong Shayu felt that she hadn’t married a wife; she had adopted a child.

This child had an extremely strong presence, talked a lot, and would say shameful things with the utmost innocence. Most importantly, she possessed a physical shell so sexy it couldn’t be concealed by any ugly uniform.

How did I get back to this train of thought?

Gong Shayu took a sip of red wine and sat down irritably on Tu Si’s sofa-bed.

…

The Mission

Meanwhile, Tu Si also took a sip of her bubble tea. She still wasn’t used to drinking with a straw.

“Is it good?” Wang Wei asked.

Tu Si nodded while chewing the pearls, immersed in the silkiness of the milk tea.

“I didn’t realize you and your sister were so close,” Wang Wei continued. “You weren’t hurt today, were you?”

“Why did you all do that to her?” Tu Si asked back, dodging the question.

Wang Wei looked around. Seeing no one nearby, she lowered her voice. “Minister Wu said you and her aren’t biological sisters, just distant relatives. So, I’m not sure if you’d tell her what I’m about to say?”

“I won’t,” Tu Si said decisively. “Even if I did tell her, she usually doesn’t listen.”

“Oh, that’s good. She’s our new boss, but now she wants to drive some people out of the hotel. People she drives out will lose their jobs. No job means no money. Many people have elderly parents and children to support at home. If they don’t have money, the old people will die when they get sick, and the children won’t be able to go to school. How are they supposed to live?”

This time, Tu Si understood. She asked seriously, “Which people are going to be driven out?”

Wang Wei shook her head. “I don’t know. I guess those who didn’t give gifts will be driven out.”

Seeing that Tu Si had almost finished her milk tea, Wang Wei added, “So… can you do us a favor? This is also what Minister Wu wants you to do.”

The Human User Manual had told Tu Si that if someone is kind to you, you should be kind to them in return.

Tu Si nodded. “Tell me.”

“Okay,” Wang Wei took out a USB drive and handed it to Tu Si. “You go to your sister’s computer and steal the layoff data.”

“No, I can’t steal things,” Tu Si firmly refused.

“…” Wang Wei felt that Tu Si was sometimes completely amoral and yet sometimes more of a saint than anyone else. An otherworldly strangeness, embodying both an angel and a devil, coexisted in her.

At 6 PM, just when school was letting out, a group of high school students suddenly rushed into the bubble tea shop. Tu Si’s attention was drawn to one girl’s outfit. The girl wore large headphones and carried a skateboard on her back.

Tu Si looked down at herself—the tattered ICC service uniform. For the first time, the Dodder Flower developed a concept of ugliness. She didn’t like the clothes in Gong Shayu’s closet: the black, white, and gray palette, the indistinguishable styles, and the overly sharp lines. The main reason was that the other woman didn’t allow her to touch them.

The students, who looked roughly her age, were dressed in exaggerated, peculiar styles. Their brightly colored hair was a visual shock for Tu Si.

“Their hair colors are so pretty,” Tu Si couldn’t help but exclaim. “I want hair that color too.”

Wang Wei followed the direction of Tu Si’s finger, seeing a pink-haired girl laughing with a classmate.

“That’s dyed. You can do it too,” Wang Wei said, then brought her gaze back to the boy in the front row who was copying homework. “Uh… Tu Si, I misspoke just now. Actually, I’m not asking you to steal, just to copy, copy. Look at them.”

Tu Si also looked at the boy vigorously copying his homework.

Wang Wei: “Look, he didn’t steal the homework book. He just copied the contents into another notebook. That’s not called stealing; it’s called copying. As long as you don’t tell your sister, she won’t know.”

Tu Si didn’t know what copying was, but she simply thought: If it’s not stealing, there’s no need to refuse Wang Wei. After all, Wang Wei had taught her many things and was her first and only human friend.

Tu Si nodded in agreement. Wang Wei was happy and bought her another fruit tea.

After finishing the fruit tea, Tu Si looked up and found that the students in the shop had vanished, but a burst of loud music came from outside. She anxiously searched around and finally found them gathered in a circle not far from the shop.

Tu Si pulled Wang Wei towards the circle. Wang Wei said her shift was starting and she couldn’t be late, so she hurried away.

Tu Si casually waved at Wang Wei, secured the USB drive, and her body unconsciously began to sway to the music.

When she stepped into the crowd, the scene before her instantly took her breath away—

A girl with dazzling, cool shoulder-length hair and glittery clothes was vibrating her entire body with the dynamic music. Every move she made landed precisely on the beat. The rhinestones on her outfit trailed streaking lines like meteors with her sharp head-whips. Even the red mole on her nose looked like a little red flower.

Her facial expressions switched between an arrogant queen, a cool jazz dancer, and a free warrior. Every single detail hit Tu Si’s heart hard.

The moment the music suddenly changed, she dropped to one knee, her fingertip tracing her hairline and pointing towards Tu Si. The entire scene felt like a paused frame.

Tu Si’s heart leaped, unable to catch her breath. Drumbeats and shouts instantly erupted again. The girl on the ground stood up and slid in a circle around her.

Tu Si couldn’t tell if it was the electronic drums or the girl’s dancing that ignited her, but the already hot bl00d in her veins boiled. Her legs uncontrollably began to glide, mirroring the girl’s movements.

The surrounding screams and shouts intensified, the music changed, and all eyes focused on Tu Si.

Tu Si gave a small apologetic bow. Some students, seeing the words on her uniform, snickered rudely.

“Do hotel service staff do street dance these days?” “Hahaha, look how silly she looks…” “Street dance isn’t about looks, okay?” “Hahahaha, what is she doing? Wiping glass?” “Wiping the floor… hahaha.”

A monster’s hearing is many times sharper than a human’s, but Tu Si’s ability to filter noise was many times stronger than other monsters. No matter how loud the surrounding comments were, she only wanted to execute the moves the shoulder-length-haired girl had just done.

Tu Si nonchalantly stuck out her tongue. This expression, combined with the basic vibration she did 0.01 seconds before, was simultaneously cool, arrogant, and utterly adorable.

This drew continuous screams. Tu Si enjoyed it immensely. Her body movements became faster, her synchronization with the rhythm became tighter, and her overall physical movements became more coordinated. Her steps were casual, yet her body held a natural, aggressive, wild power.

But her expression was so innocent.

Tu Si blended these two contradictory temperaments together, radiating a confidence that made the setting sun linger for a moment longer just for her.

As the final note faded, Tu Si mimicked the shoulder-length-haired girl’s sudden coin-drop stop, though her “powering down” was more abrupt, with all her body joints locking instantly.

The onlookers were quiet for two seconds, then burst into thunderous cheers. Tu Si copied actors from TV and bowed to them again.

It felt as though a door to a new world had opened before her.

After that, every dancer who entered the circle to perform was subjected to Tu Si’s scanner-like gaze.

She was having a great time, and before leaving, she made plans to meet the shoulder-length-haired girl again tomorrow.

“Tomorrow’s no good, I have class,” the girl, who looked very demure when not dancing, smiled sweetly at Tu Si. “By the way, what’s your name?”

Tu Si: “Tu Si.”

“Nice to meet you, Tu Si. I’m Ma Yi. My dad also works at ICC,” Ma Yi said, pointing to the writing on Tu Si’s uniform.

Tu Si said “Oh” and asked, “What class do you have tomorrow?”

Ma Yi: “Street dance class. I take it at the Children’s Palace. Where did you learn?”

Tu Si smiled back at Ma Yi: “Right here.”

Ma Yi: “…That’s funny.”

“I want to take lessons too. Can you take me?” Tu Si asked again.

Ma Yi was clearly someone who appreciated talent and nodded immediately, subtly advertising her teacher.

Tu Si looked at the time—9:35 PM.

On the second day of their marriage, Gong Shayu had set a rule that she must be home by 10 PM. At the time, Tu Si was still under the intimidation of the iron clothes hanger and hadn’t dared to ask why the rule only applied to her.

She had been looking for a chance to remind Boss Gong that this was unfair these past two days, but the other woman seemed too busy and hadn’t been home before 10 PM.

“But, my teacher is quite expensive,” Ma Yi said, looking at Tu Si’s attire and feeling the need to give her a heads-up. “For a three-person class, one lesson costs three hundred.”

Hearing this, Tu Si visibly recoiled. “Why does everything you people do cost money?”

Ma Yi, acting grown-up, said, “Of course! You look about our age. Why are you working already?”

Tu Si didn’t answer but asked a question instead: “Is there any way to make money?”

“Of course,” Ma Yi said. “If your English is good, you could work part-time as a tourist guide for foreigners. You can earn two or three hundred a day. That way you can take lessons with me.”

Tu Si: “Sounds good to me.”

After they said goodbye, Tu Si kept pondering the idea of learning English.

She was in a very good mood today. First, she had finally found something to do that was sustainable and pleasurable.

Second, she had made a new friend.

Friend… friend… Ah, right, the task Wang Wei gave her…

Tu Si quickly reached into her pocket for the USB drive, confirming its presence…

The damn USB drive is gone!