The Cold, Aloof Dominatrix After Parasitically Entering a Rich Family - Chapter 46

Chapter 46: Entanglement: “Gong Shayu, you are mine!”

The night was inky, and the car drove smoothly toward the apartment. Gong Shayu was already sound asleep in the back seat. Her normally awe-inspiring features were relaxed, long eyelashes casting a shadow below her eyes, and her breathing was so light it was almost imperceptible.

Tu Si signaled the driver to slow down and gently repositioned Gong Shayu’s head, which was resting on her lap.

The driver peeked through the rearview mirror. She rarely drove Gong Shayu alone; it usually only happened when Fang Yu had also been drinking.

The President in the back seat was always sharp and meticulous, perpetually encased in a neat suit, like a high mountain flower. It was hard to imagine her like this, completely defenseless, resting on someone else’s lap, like a cat with its claws retracted.

At a traffic light, the driver couldn’t resist looking into the rearview mirror again, but she was caught off guard by Tu Si’s pitch-black eyes. It was a chilling kind of black, with a silent warning and danger lurking in the depths of her pupils.

The driver instantly jolted, a cold sweat breaking out on her back. She quickly averted her gaze, gripping the steering wheel tightly, her Adam’s apple involuntarily bobbing.

The woman standing behind the boss is truly no ordinary woman.

By the time she calmed her breathing, the car had arrived at the apartment.

Tu Si bowed to thank the driver, then carried Gong Shayu into the elevator in the same posture as when they got into the car.

A good while later, the driver retrieved her jaw, which had dropped, and quickly started the engine.

Tu Si opened the apartment door. She mimicked Gong Shayu’s habit, opening the shoe cabinet at the entrance, retrieving a pair of slippers, squatting down, and helping her change shoes.

When she looked up, she met Gong Shayu’s eyes, which had somehow opened.

The dark-gray pupils in the half-closed eyes appeared particularly emotionless, yet her gaze was so lingering and hazy, as if reaching out for something.

Tu Si couldn’t describe the breathtaking intensity in words.

It was in this silent exchange of looks that a thought suddenly sprouted: Even if Gong Shayu couldn’t provide her with nutrients, she wouldn’t want to leave her anymore.

“Jie-jie…” Tu Si called out to her, reaching up to smooth back the strands of hair that were clinging to her forehead.

The Cuscuta felt it wasn’t enough. She picked Gong Shayu up again, using the posture of an adult holding a child. When she sat down, Gong Shayu naturally settled onto her lap.

The look of condescension gave way to a hint of awkwardness. Gong Shayu struggled to get down: “I’m heavier than you…”

Tu Si didn’t give her a chance. The hand resting on her back slid down to her lower back. She simply pressed gently, forcing Gong Shayu’s body against her own.

What followed was a flurry of dense kisses.

Gong Shayu’s body stiffened. After a fierce resistance, even her breathing was drowned out by the lingering, entangled tongues.

Miss Gong was furious. The Afghan Hound finally unleashed her inner dog. She broke free of Tu Si’s hands, attempting to reclaim the dominant position, but she forgot that Tu Si was a genius girl with an IQ of 210, whose ability to learn anything was extraordinary.

Tu Si effortlessly countered her every attempt at resistance. When Gong Shayu felt the kiss was no longer a brutal invasion but a gentle, nourishing embrace like spring rain, her entire being was already wrapped in warm water.

“Jie-jie, you are mine,” Tu Si mumbled against the back of Gong Shayu’s neck as she kissed her.

Gong Shayu instinctively flinched her waist, a groan of difficult-to-suppress air escaping her nostrils, followed by a barely-formed, “How dare you!”

Normally, Gong Shayu was aloof, rational, restrained, and ascetic. But now, under Tu Si’s guidance, she possessed a strange beauty of breaking taboos.

The Cuscuta spirit delivered her breath to Gong Shayu’s earlobe, bringing her unique fragrance, consuming Gong Shayu inch by inch.

Gong Shayu’s eyes were half-closed. Her long, curly hair was scattered around the bathtub. The few dark red strands at the ends were less obvious due to the moisture. Her hair, face, and body were covered in water.

Tu Si’s kisses became more languid. Gong Shayu no longer had the strength to wonder when this little girl had become so skilled. A wave of unprecedented shivers quickly swept over her, and her intoxication led her to surrender.

Tu Si, in a gasp between breaths, declared: “Gong Shayu, you are mine!”

Gong Shayu, also panting heavily beneath her, heard the words and laughed, her voice trembling: “Maybe you can be.”

Tu Si was ecstatic and wrapped herself around Gong Shayu with an indescribable softness.

…

Afterward, Tu Si helped Gong Shayu bathe again. While Miss Gong closed her eyes to enjoy it, Tu Si secretly released a few vines to embrace her from behind.

The Cuscuta loved this shower room surrounded by water on four sides. Warm water flowed from all directions. Her fingertips, covered in foam, glided over Gong Shayu’s smooth back. The scent of shower gel and the subtle floral fragrance diffused through the steamy air…

The long bathing ritual concluded only after the last drop of water fell from her hair.

…

From that day on, Tu Si became increasingly audacious: during the day, while Gong Shayu and Fang Yu discussed work, she would secretly lick Gong Shayu’s palm from an angle Fang Yu couldn’t see, or she would playfully pinch her lower back or stroke the red hair hidden beneath the black.

Initially, Gong Shayu’s eyes could push her away one or two times, but later it devolved into: You glare all you want; I’ll do what I’m doing.

Fang Yu, unaware of the situation, jokingly said to Tu Si: “Miss Tu, are you planning to be President Gong’s full-time chauffeur now?”

At night, Tu Si’s sleeping quarters had somehow relocated from the sofa to the master bedroom. After being taken by Gong Shayu twice, Tu Si fought back, not to be outdone. After several intimate sessions, their bodies achieved an unprecedented harmony, as if they were inherently meant to be entangled.

Yalugang in late autumn was no longer so humid and hot, but it still required short sleeves. Just as Tu Si thought they would live happily ever after here, Gong Shayu suddenly returned in the middle of the day: “Pack your things. We have a flight this afternoon.”

Tu Si paused mid-chew on her potato chips. The TV was showing a scene of lions and tigers fighting on Animal World.

She suddenly remembered that the Rabbit Spirit had also told her similarly that the plane was about to take off. The next moment, she was completely cut off from her previous life. Even now, they rarely called her.

The Cuscuta spirit was very satisfied with her current life. She tentatively asked Gong Shayu: “Can we not leave?”

The snake bone bracelet had returned to Gong Shayu’s wrist at some point, looking even tougher than before.

“No. We’re returning to Z City.” It was a brief notification with no room for discussion.

Tu Si tried to whine. Usually, when she did this, Gong Shayu would concede a little, but today, she was pushed away to arm’s length when she tried to touch her.

“Hurry up and pack. This is non-negotiable, unless you want to stay here all by yourself.”

Gong Shayu turned to enter the bedroom. Tu Si followed and grabbed her arm: “You mean you’re going back with me?”

“What else?!” Gong Shayu couldn’t handle her thought process. “Hurry and pack. The car will be here soon.”

Hearing this, Tu Si was finally relieved and went to gather her belongings.

Gong Shayu swallowed the reminder she was about to give her.

Three hours later, Tu Si, pulling three large suitcases, two duffel bags, carrying a backpack given by the dance studio, and her skateboard, sat in the car heading to the airport with a look of “I’m going to embrace a new life.”

When Tu Si first arrived, she only had a small box. In fact, Gong Shayu had already cleaned out her luggage once. She originally intended to throw away this pile of things, but every time she threw one item, Tu Si retrieved it, and when she threw two, Tu Si brought back a pair.

To save time, Miss Gong stopped interfering. Anyway, the Cuscuta spirit had enough energy. If she liked the hassle, so be it.

…

Once on the plane, Assistant Fang, with Gong Shayu’s prior instruction, intentionally sat next to Tu Si while Gong Shayu was in the lavatory: “Miss Tu, do you have a plan for where to live when we return to Z City?”

Tu Si looked at Fang Yu with a face full of question marks and asked innocently: “Assistant Fang, don’t you know where Jie-jie lives?”

Fang Yu cleared his throat: “What I mean is, you are married now, so it might not be convenient to live with your sisters anymore. President Gong has a river-view apartment in the New City area. You can live there.”

Tu Si wasn’t picky about where she lived. She nodded in agreement: “Assistant Fang, you should go back to your seat. My short drama has a new episode.”

Fang Yu: “…”

I haven’t gotten to the main point yet!

“Ah… well, since the New City is closer to President Gong’s workplace, President Gong will…”

Gong Shayu, who had just finished washing her hands, couldn’t listen anymore. She walked toward them, saying: “You will live there. I will go home.”

These words hit Tu Si like a sudden blow to the back of the head. She felt betrayed by Gong Shayu, that she was ultimately going to be abandoned.

“That won’t work. Without nutrients, I’ll wither away and die in the New City river-view apartment,” Tu Si blurted out, aggrieved.

She was telling the truth, but the other two didn’t see it that way.

Fang Yu secretly gasped: Miss Tu really knows how to play the game!

If she had heard such words before, Miss Gong would have merely snorted and told her to shut up.

Or if they were alone, however Tu Si spoke, Gong Shayu would listen, finding it somewhat agreeable.

But now, even though only the three of them were in first class, Tu Si was so brazenly saying such embarrassing words in front of Assistant Fang. Gong Shayu was mortified.

“I’ll talk to her,” Gong Shayu forced herself to remain calm, signaling Fang Yu to return to his seat.

Her villa in Yufu had just finished renovations. Even after several rounds of formaldehyde removal, it needed two or three months to air out. If she left her cheap stepmother’s family unattended for those two or three months, she might be kicked out of the Gong family for marrying without authorization before long.

So, Gong Shayu had no choice but to hold her nose and go back to disgust them.

As for Tu Si, living under the same roof as them—even if Gong Zhongshan agreed, Gong Shayu would not.

Tu Si’s mind was too silly? Simple? Pure? In any case, she wouldn’t even know how she died.

“This is non-negotiable. You live in the New City. I will visit every weekend.”

Tu Si mentally calculated. The nutrients absorbed in one weekend would only sustain her for five days. For her current self, nutrients had become the most basic requirement, and she hadn’t found a more effective method of cultivation for her spiritual essence and spiritual power… Ugh, which one didn’t require Gong Shayu?

In short, she had been eating too much “fine grain” recently. A sudden cut-off or switch to “coarse grain” would be unbearable for her delicate human body.

“Also, you will only go there on weekends,” Gong Shayu added another blow: “You’ll be living at school during the week.”