The Cold, Aloof Dominatrix After Parasitically Entering a Rich Family - Chapter 39

Chapter 39: Wife: That Morning, It Was This Hand…

After returning from the deserted island, the two slipped back into their routine: when Gong Shayu came home at night, Tu Si was asleep; when she left for work in the morning, Tu Si was also asleep.

The unexpected death of Hua Xun caused the subsequent leads on the ledger to come to an abrupt halt. However, it spurred the ICC’s layoff plan to become clearer. The list involved seven or eight mid-level managers, including Minister Wu Li, whose WeChat Tu Si had.

Gong Shayu would personally discuss matters with each of them. Whether they would be transferred to the police or simply packed up and leave depended on the negotiation results.

“Are you going to tell me yourself, or shall I tell you?” Gong Shayu’s voice was unhurried.

The moment Wu Li saw only his name on the layoff list, he knew Gong Shayu had targeted him.

Wu Li’s Adam’s apple bobbed violently. “I just followed orders. I don’t know anything else.”

Gong Shayu just stared down at him.

After a few seconds of silence, a fine sweat broke out on Wu Li’s forehead. “I reported directly to Hua Xun. I did whatever he told me to do.”

Gong Shayu tapped the desk carelessly, asking him only one question, “When you helped Hua Xun launder money, did you know what you were doing?”

Wu Li’s neck tightened in fear. When he spoke again, he was incoherent. “L-launder money? Impossible! I just submitted some simple departmental needs. The company’s funds were allocated to me, and I transferred the money to Hua… Hua Xun. The people above turned a blind eye. I thought… I thought this was a gift to Hua Xun…”

Gong Shayu asked flatly, “You’re just a small landscape department manager. How many ‘gifts’ have you helped the company ‘donate’ annually? Don’t you know? Don’t you know the operating status of ICC over the past two years either?”

“Bang—”

Wu Li completely slid off the chair and onto his knees, his kneecaps heavily hitting the marble floor.

He finally broke down, crying out hoarsely, “It really isn’t my fault! I was just an errand boy… President Gong! My son just turned one month old; he can’t lose his father!!!”

Gong Shayu looked down at the snot-filled man, a flash of weariness in her eyes.

She sighed, stood up, and left.

“President Gong! Wait!” Wu Li suddenly scrambled forward, his fingers tightly grabbing the door frame. “I… I have a secret! Can… can it get me a few years less in prison?”

Gong Shayu paused at the doorway. “That depends on what your secret is.”

“It’s about Miss Tu.” Seeing a chance, Wu Li quickly said, “Her background. Miss Tu also comes from Wuli Town. There’s a mountain there, rumored to be the place with the strongest spiritual energy between heaven and earth…”

Before he finished, Gong Shayu violently spun around, taking a quick step forward. Her five fingers clamped down on Wu Li’s throat like an iron vise, pinning his entire body against the cold wall.

The violence in Gong Shayu’s eyes nearly burst from her sockets. Her voice was extremely low: “You had better not think about Tu Si. Remember! You don’t know her, and she doesn’t know you!”

Wu Li’s head hit the wall with a dull “thud.” His pupils contracted. He suddenly recalled the terrifying rumor—this woman dared to kill even a mercenary!

He knew he was facing death.

The crushing grip suddenly loosened. Wu Li slumped to the ground as if exhausted. In truth, he wasn’t even sure if Tu Si was human or demon, but in his desperation, he didn’t want to miss any chance of survival.

His memory flashed back to Wuli Town. His father, in his old age, had received a kindness from the Rabbit Spirit Bai Ying. The old man told him this secret before he died, asking him to repay the favor with his life if necessary.

Now, it had become his bargaining chip for survival.

Listening to the sound of high heels receding, Wu Li’s mind, emptied by terror, suddenly formed a thought: Compared to Tu Si, Gong Shayu seemed more like the demon…

The “demon” Gong Shayu returned to her office, closed the door, and let out a long breath…

Then, after silently reciting the clauses of the marriage agreement to herself, she adopted an observer’s stance, dissecting her chest layer by layer to examine her pale heart.

From the moment she saw Tu Si and Ah Jie standing together, to Fang Yu accidentally drinking the coffee she drank.

Also, with her current workload, she could easily stay in the rest area behind the office for a month.

The facilities there were complete, and there was absolutely no need to commute every day. But she still insisted on going back, as if… as if some irresistible instinct was driving her.

Perhaps just to see that woman asleep?

No, it’s more than that…

And today, when Tu Si’s name was uttered by Wu Li, Gong Shayu felt like she was about to explode. It had been a long time since she had been unable to control her emotions like this.

Why is this happening?

To Miss Gong, it was like an accident, and she wasn’t adept at handling it.

Gong Shayu lit a cigarette and slowly sorted through the source of the entire “accident” in the smoky haze. Ever since they returned from the deserted island, she’d had a strange illusion that Tu Si belonged to her.

It’s like a sense of possession growing out of thin air… Yes! Possession!

However, nothing happened there, aside from her being bitten by a snake and the other party selflessly rescuing her, that should lead to this strange desire.

Could it be gratitude?

Or… the residual effects of the snake venom were simply not cleaned out.

Perfect!

Me, poisoned by a snake, and a genetically mutated canary—Gong Shayu was amused and irritated by the thought. She decided that when she went back tonight, she would have to set a new rule for Tu Si: No more watching short dramas!!!

Since returning from the deserted island, Tu Si could clearly feel a surge of mighty power awakening within her.

She hadn’t clung to or kissed Gong Shayu for several days. Yet, she could still clearly feel the spiritual energy flowing through her meridians. However, besides minor parlor tricks like moving objects with her mind and the remote control automatically changing channels, she had no idea how to wield this power.

In other words, before she became a spirit, she relied on Grandma Banyan’s millennia-old spiritual power to dodge heavenly tribulations. After becoming a spirit, she relied on Gong Shayu’s nourishment to maintain her human form.

As for proper cultivation methods? She was completely clueless.

Tu Si’s life continued much like a green plant’s: in the morning, she chased the sun, chatted with the banana leaves, and reasoned with the rubber trees.

In the afternoon, she would play around in the dance studio in front of the mirror, much like stretching her true form.

In the evening, she’d hold a bottle of milk tea with double pearls and slowly wobble her way home.

At night, she’d watch TV and wait for Gong Shayu.

Ah Jie and Wang Wei were both busy this week and hadn’t come to see Tu Si. Today’s routine had reached the milk tea and short drama phase.

Tu Si, utterly unaware that this would be her last short drama, was giggling foolishly at her phone. Halfway through, the phone died and automatically shut off.

The evening light, like a fire phoenix printed in the west, splashed red across the ground. The skateboard with the Afghan Hound motif carved a graceful arc on the pavement. Tu Si stood on the board, her body swaying with its speed.

Wherever she went, she often provoked lighthearted whistles. At first, Tu Si would stick out her tongue and make faces at them. Later, she would return with a louder whistle. Today, she suddenly wanted to try a different approach.

Tu Si lightly snapped her fingers. The boy who led the whistling suddenly felt a loosening around his waist. His athletic pants slipped to the ground without warning, revealing his Ultraman boxers. Laughter immediately erupted all around him.

The breeze swept Tu Si’s bangs across her forehead, carrying the boy’s intermittent sobs to her ears. She pulled her lips into a smile and flipped a middle finger behind her.

Tu Si took a wide turn and saw a familiar back—the limping old woman.

The skateboard stopped in front of the Yalu Port University for the Elderly.

Wang Wei had told her the old woman would have a terrible life after being driven out of the ICC by Gong Shayu, but she now saw that the old woman looked much better than before.

“Grandma, what are you doing here?” Tu Si tilted her head, asking curiously.

“Me? I’m working here now,” the old woman smiled contentedly. “This job was found for me by that little lady boss from the hotel.”

“She’s a good person. She gave me a sum of money and also asked the Social Security Bureau to arrange this relaxed job for me. I have air conditioning when it’s hot and heating when it’s cold…” These words lingered in Tu Si’s heart like the sweet aftertaste of milk tea.

Although the Cuscuta spirit didn’t care about good or bad people, she felt a strange sense of pride. She wanted to immediately share this good news with Wang Wei and tell the person that Gong Shayu wasn’t as cold as she made her out to be.

Unfortunately, her phone was dead.

Tu Si bought a box of fried chicken and two cans of beer downstairs. Upon arriving home, she was surprised to find Gong Shayu’s black high heels already in the shoe cabinet.

She glanced at the beer in her hand and thought boldly: If… if, Gong Shayu scolds her for eating indoors again, she would give her two, or maybe three, chicken legs.

“Jie-jie?”

Tu Si called out toward the bathroom. She pushed the door open, but no one was there.

The entire apartment was quiet, as if no one else was home.

“President Gong?”

Tu Si walked toward Gong Shayu’s bedroom. The door wasn’t closed. She stood at the entrance and looked in. The curtains were drawn, and the light was dim.

Strangely, even so, Tu Si could now see everything clearly inside. The entire room was neat and tidy—but she wasn’t there.

“Miss Gong?” Tu Si maliciously prepared to call out all of Gong Shayu’s titles. “Are you in the study? I’m coming in.”

Before she finished, the study door was pushed open. It was also empty.

Ah! Tu Si’s anxious heart settled. Gong Shayu probably returned and then went out again.

The flower demon hummed a little tune, pretended to wash her hands, and then walked toward the balcony with the fried chicken and beer.

She went to the balcony to eat purely because she found eating alone too boring, and she could chat with the green plants there.

Ma Yi, who dances, suddenly stopped dancing. Ah Jie, who occasionally cooked for her, was nowhere to be found. Even Wang Wei, her milk tea buddy, was working earnestly every day.

“Ai!” Tu Si sighed, and the moment she pushed the balcony door, she remembered one more title for Gong Shayu.

So, as if completing some ritual, she called out to the balcony: “Wife?”

Gong Shayu and the green radish on the balcony simultaneously turned their heads to look at her.

Tu Si: “…………”

Gong Shayu was sitting on the balcony making a phone call and smoking.

Tu Si heard her laughing as she spoke to the person on the phone: “It’s her. Good. I’ll take it over for you to see when I get back.”

She was smiling very sweetly, a tender look Tu Si had never seen before. The fingers holding the cigarette were slender and long. Tu Si could see the blue veins on the back of her hand clearly through the skin. That morning, it was this hand…

Tu Si’s heart involuntarily sped up. She swallowed, yet felt even thirstier.