The Cold, Aloof Dominatrix After Parasitically Entering a Rich Family - Chapter 48

Chapter 48: Boarding School: “I know what that ‘climbing up and down’ dance you were talking about is…”

The school Gong Shayu found for Tu Si was a local comprehensive arts school, categorized as a second-tier undergraduate institution.

Based on her SWOT analysis, the performing arts major was a great fit for Tu Si. Fang Yu had suggested enrolling her in a youth class at a film academy first, and then having her take the standard college entrance exam.

But Gong Shayu vetoed that option: “Why endure hardship that isn’t necessary?”

Fang Yu: “…”

Wait, Boss, didn’t you tell us that the dimmer the star, the brighter it shines, and the harder the life, the stronger the person?

It had been two months since the school year started. As a special transfer student, Tu Si didn’t have many options for either a dormitory or a class.

After completing the enrollment process, the residential advisor led them to the dormitory. Tu Si followed behind, pulling her luggage, while Gong Shayu spoke with the advisor.

Eventually, thanks to her financial power, Tu Si secured a single room.

Tan Ke was left waiting downstairs, and only Gong Shayu and Tu Si entered the dormitory on the third floor.

The room’s furnishings were simple: a bed, a desk, a chair, and a bathroom. At least it was clean and tidy.

In just two days, the Cuscuta spirit had traveled from a bungalow to a mansion to a cage. Her emotional journey was also: flat to convex to concave.

There simply wasn’t enough space for her to release even half of her true form.

“Jie-jie, can I not live here?” Tu Si looked at Gong Shayu, trying a dying-struggle act of cuteness. “It’s not very far from the lake. I can live there and come to school every day.”

Gong Shayu: “You call three hours of round-trip travel time ‘not very far,’ and you’ll be traveling during rush hour traffic. Wouldn’t it be better to rest during that time instead of being stuck in a jam?”

Tu Si: “I ride a skateboard; I don’t get stuck in traffic.”

Gong Shayu felt she couldn’t stay any longer. Although she knew Tu Si’s tears weren’t worth much, she worried about being swayed by pity.

As she left, Tu Si tried to cling to her for more nutrients but was ruthlessly pushed away by Gong Shayu. “Starting this month, you’ll have a salary. Assistant Fang will give you 50,000 every half a month. You can eat whatever you want. Before you wear anything, take a picture and send it to me.”

Tu Si’s mind instantly switched: Finally, money!

She experienced such complex emotions for the first time: sorrow and joy mixed together. The tears in the corners of her eyes hovered without falling, and the curve of her lips alternated between rising and flattening. It was an awkward expression that was neither crying nor smiling.

Gong Shayu’s heart was touched again at this moment. She pulled Tu Si into her arms and then gently kissed her on the forehead.

“All right, go set up your bed, put on the duvet and pillow covers, and put your clothes in the wardrobe. A week will pass quickly.”

Tu Si nodded obediently: “Okay, but… I don’t know how to put on the duvet cover…”

Gong Shayu was defeated. Thinking of how Tu Si always wrapped her bath towel, she imagined the pitiful sight of her possibly trying to stuff herself into the duvet cover.

Thus, Madam Gong resigned herself to helping her Canary put on the sheets and duvet cover. While tidying the clothes, she discovered that Tu Si’s small suitcase only contained one change of clothes. The rest were all their wedding photo albums.

Gong Shayu: “…”

The next second, Miss Gong said flatly: “If you really don’t want to board, you can commute!”

Tu Si was puzzled. Did she also think these albums made her look too beautiful and change her mind because of them?

Tu Si’s motive for bringing so many wedding photos was simple: Gong Shayu had deleted all the human contacts she had access to in Yalugang, meaning she couldn’t even get likes when she posted the wedding photos on her moments.

So, the Cuscuta spirit planned to share her beautiful photos with all her new classmates.

…

Tan Ke stood under a tree near the dormitory smoking, attracting several female students who were secretly taking pictures. Assistant Tan nonchalantly flicked the ash, but when she looked up and saw the boss and the canary coming down together, she incredulously stomped out the cigarette butt and quickly cleared the scene—it didn’t matter if people took pictures of her, but pictures of Gong Shayu would be trouble.

She decided she needed to call Fang Yu right away to confirm her boss hadn’t been possessed.

“Go back to Garden City first,” Gong Shayu instructed.

Tan Ke took the suitcase from Tu Si and reminded her: “It takes over an hour to drive from Garden City to the school. Will Miss Tu be too tired?”

Gong Shayu said: “Starting now, we’ll leave from Yufu. Tan Ke, find another professional formaldehyde removal company and personally oversee it tomorrow. We’re moving back to Yufu this week.”

“…” Tan Ke: “Yes.”

President Gong must just be temporarily running a ‘Spoil the Canary’ program.

Sure enough, after stopping for a meal on the road, they reached Garden City at ten o’clock at night. To better transport the boss and the canary in the morning, Tan Ke booked a room at the hotel where she had stayed last night.

She also asked the front desk about monthly rates.

“Oh my good heavens! What is the background of this specialty? How did she charm President Gong like this? What happened during this time? This must be temporary, right?”

Fang Yu answered the phone and was immediately bombarded by Tan Ke’s rapid-fire questions.

The contractual marriage was a secret, so Fang Yu could only hint: “Perhaps while someone was out playing, the two of them went through life and death together?”

“Are you talking about the Yalugang incident? I got the news and immediately asked President Gong, but she wouldn’t let me go. What could I do?”

Fang Yu felt it was better to be direct with Tan Ke: “She is now President Gong’s legal wife.”

“WTF?” Tan Ke was completely stunned: “P-P-President Gong’s wife?”

“President Gong is married to her. Be careful.”

…

At one in the morning, the President’s wife was sound asleep after a tiring day and a shower.

Gong Shayu finished her work and left the study, only to find Tu Si had fallen asleep on the sofa again.

In the orange light, the tear stains at the corners of her eyes seemed not yet dry. Miss Gong gently stroked her cheek.

She performed her second self-reflection of the day: Tu Si needs me so much; making her board is truly a little cruel.

In a daze, Tu Si felt someone approaching. Smelling Gong Shayu’s unique fragrance, the Cuscuta spirit relaxed, allowing the other person to carry her to bed.

Tu Si’s body went completely limp. Lying on Gong Shayu’s shoulder, she asked: “Jie-jie, can I be on top tonight?”

Tu Si was often like a child—crying when unhappy, laughing when happy, saying directly what she didn’t want to do, and asking directly for what she wanted.

For example, right now, with an innocent, holy face, she was making a shameful request to Gong Shayu: “I want you.”

Even Miss Gong blushed in the face of such directness.

Tu Si suddenly found it very amusing. She jumped off Gong Shayu and smiled cunningly at her.

“I know what that ‘climbing up and down’ dance you were talking about is.”

Before Gong Shayu could react, Tu Si treated her like a pole, put her hands on her shoulders, and started grinding against her. The movements were sensual, the expression exaggerated. Just as she was about to twist and wrap her legs around her, Gong Shayu scooped her up and tossed her into the fluffy duvet.

“From now on, you are not allowed to say you can dance in public, and absolutely do not dance like that!” Gong Shayu demanded forcefully. “Otherwise, I will lock you up.”

Tu Si was breathless from the kissing, already lost to the moment, but the warning, along with tiny specks of spiritual power, drilled into her mind through her bloodstream.

…

This led to the following day when Tu Si made her first appearance in class. When the teacher asked her about her talents, Tu Si silently wondered: Should I answer long hair or long legs?

“It can be singing, dancing, or playing a musical instrument.”

She remembered Gong Shayu’s warning from the night before and decisively answered: “Singing. I can sing.”

Students in an art school, if not fully skilled, at least possess a little talent.

Her class was the acting major of the performing arts department. The students were all good-looking, but Tu Si’s appearance was simply too outstanding, leading to high expectations from everyone.

Before the Cuscuta spirit could even warm up her voice, a classmate started the commotion: “What song are you going to sing? I’ll put on the backing track for you…”

“I’ll do it! I’ll do it…”

“Look at you guys. She’s going to sing a cappella.”

A female classmate who couldn’t stand the commotion laughed and scolded them.

Tu Si showed no nervousness. She took the microphone the teacher handed her and began with a rap version of “The Orchid Grass”—

I came from the mountains Bringing the orchid grass Planting it in the small garden Hoping the flowers bloom early… (1)

The first four words were stunning. By the fifth, it became shocking, and afterward, it was a mind-numbing noise.

If one had to nitpick, her voice wasn’t unpleasant. On the contrary, Tu Si’s voice was magnetic and ethereal. The main problem was the pitch: it jumped from the peak of the Himalayas to the Mariana Trench.

Everyone: “…”

Is this the skill of a great beauty!?

After a deafening silence, a few mischievous students in the class burst into laughter.

Tu Si perfectly demonstrated the principle that if you’re not embarrassed, others will be. She bowed and looked at the class teacher.

The “others” included the teacher. Although they were in the acting department, every admitted art student had to pass a professional entrance exam. Tu Si’s skill level clearly indicated she was admitted through connections.

The teacher awkwardly rubbed her nose and raised a hand to signal the students to quiet down: “Student Tu’s true abilities haven’t been fully revealed yet. We’ll have a chance to see them later.”

Just like that, Tu Si was haphazardly admitted as a transfer student for the first year.

…

After school in the afternoon, Tu Si received a call from Gong Shayu and excitedly said: “I’m already walking towards the school gate. When will Jie-jie arrive?”

“Cinci,” this was the first time Gong Shayu had called her so gently to her face, “I have a lot going on at the company today. Stay in the dorm for now. Be a good girl!”

Tu Si stopped in her tracks. In Yalugang, she also went out to class every day and interacted with other humans, but the difference was that she went back to Gong Shayu’s house every night.

She didn’t know when, but the Cuscuta spirit had become addicted to depending on Miss Gong. Apart from the nutrients, it seemed that only where that person existed would she not feel panic.

Tu Si wanted to say something more, but she heard Gong Shayu being called away on the other end of the phone.

An hour later, Tu Si received a local express delivery containing a change of clothes and food.

Tu Si retaliated by drinking all the soup base. She took a few photos of the empty food container and posted them on her moments.

She quickly received a like from her only good friend, A Jie.

Tu Si was about to complain to her about Gong Shayu breaking her promise and leaving her alone at school, but before she could finish a sentence, she was interrupted by a few urgent knocks on the door.