The Cold, Aloof Dominatrix After Parasitically Entering a Rich Family - Chapter 49

Chapter 49: Nosebleed: Gong Shayu Said to Finish What You Start!

Tu Si opened the door. Standing outside were three young people with hair dyed in different colors: red, yellow, and blue. Tu Si found this color combination strangely familiar.

The one with the yellow hair gave a look to the other two. The red one stepped forward: “Sis, you eating in the dorm is disturbing us from doing our homework!”

Tu Si pointed at the blue one: “Oh, it’s the traffic light. But why is your hair blue and not green?”

“???”

The blue-haired girl felt deeply insulted. She repeated: “Your food smells too strong! It’s bothering us!!!” She then pointed at Tu Si’s empty food container with the same gesture Tu Si had used to point at her head.

The instruction manual had once told Tu Si that if she did something that affected others, she needed to apologize.

Tu Si bowed and apologized to them.

The red and yellow girls exchanged a look, suppressing a smirk. The yellow one said: “An apology isn’t necessary. Give us some compensation for emotional distress, and we’ll consider forgiving you.”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk… A single room. Definitely has some money.”

“Look, a limited edition Chanel,” the blue one reached out to pinch Tu Si’s clothes.

The students at this comprehensive art school generally didn’t have a high educational level, and their conduct was inconsistent. It was clear from one look that the red and yellow ones were not doing this for the first time.

They always picked on the weakest. A new transfer student like Tu Si was the perfect target.

And Tu Si fit their hunting criteria perfectly: her slender wrist looked like it could snap easily, her designer backpack had a limited-edition cartoon pendant, and even her voice had the soft lilt of someone naive to the world.

Of course, no one would tell Tu Si that the female student who previously occupied this single room had developed severe mental problems due to campus bullying and was now admitted to a sanatorium.

Tu Si didn’t like the blue-haired girl touching her clothes. She frowned and moved sideways, bowing to them again.

If they touched her clothes again, she would slap them. Gong Shayu had said she could hit anyone who offended her.

Just then, a rich scent of peony and a bright female voice came from the end of the corridor: “Oh! I just saw the dorm supervisor coming up!”

“You girls have some nerve. It hasn’t been long since the last person in 309 left. Are you causing trouble again?”

The red, yellow, and blue girls spat a curse at Tu Si as they turned to look at the newcomer.

“Senior Sister Bai,” the yellow one greeted the person with a forced swagger, “why do you have time to come down?”

The “Senior Sister” was Bai Dandan, a third-year student in the acting department, a campus beauty, and one of the few students at this art school whose name was recognized.

“She’s my friend’s younger sister. She just enrolled today. I came to see if she needed any help.”

Tu Si stared at Bai Dandan, feeling an inexplicable, very familiar feeling from her.

“Ah? A acquaintance of Senior Sister’s then. Well, we’ll get going then. Bye-bye!” The yellow one said, lifting her leg to walk away.

“Wait.” Tu Si called out to them. Her arm was already raised, but in the next second, she found she couldn’t move it.

“Get lost!” Bai Dandan snapped at the red, yellow, and blue girls.

Once the three had disappeared at the end of the hallway, Bai Dandan finally breathed a sigh of relief. She looked at Tu Si, and Tu Si looked back at her.

The Cuscuta finally took a careful look at her: a white dress, elegant and aloof like a white peony.

A beautiful peony.

A literal peony. Tu Si seemed to realize something and gasped, covering her mouth.

“Aren’t you going to invite me in to sit down?” Bai Dandan said.

Tu Si quickly stepped aside, excited: “Are you a white peony?”

Bai Dandan nodded: “Yes. And are you a Cuscuta?”

“Mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm,” Meeting another plant spirit for the first time, Tu Si was so excited she was a little lost.

In truth, the innate emotional system of plants isn’t rich. Only after taking human form do they change some personality habits based on the acquired environment.

Tu Si’s acquired environment was Gong Shayu, and Gong Shayu’s emotions weren’t overly rich either. Even so, Tu Si was ecstatic and reached out her vines to embrace Bai Dandan.

“Is it true? Besides Hu Die and the others, I haven’t met any other spirits, especially no plant spirits! How long have you been human? Are you a student at this school too?”

Bai Dandan stepped back half a pace and smiled: “It’s true. But I don’t dare touch your true form, because…”

Tu Si wiggled her vine: “Don’t worry. I won’t absorb your nutrients. I have a human host.”

“A human host?” Bai Dandan asked thoughtfully: “One or several?”

“Currently, one. Grandma Banyan told me that once I find the one who forms a bl00d contract with me, my spiritual meridian will fully awaken. By the way, your spiritual energy must be very abundant, right?”

Bai Dandan glanced around Tu Si’s room. Everything she saw was either a luxury item or a high-quality product. She didn’t answer the question directly, instead asking: “Does your human host know you’re a Cuscuta spirit?”

The question hit Tu Si like a blow to the back of the head. She shook it, answering truthfully: “I haven’t told her. Hu Die said this must not be revealed.”

Bai Dandan stood up: “That’s right. That’s why I came to see you today. You shouldn’t use your spiritual power randomly, or you’ll attract unnecessary trouble.”

“Next time, I’ll introduce you to another friend.”

When the white peony left, she and Tu Si exchanged WeChat contacts.

The dormitory returned to silence. Tu Si walked around, preparing to find a cup of milk tea. If possible, she still wanted to finish the task she hadn’t completed earlier.

Gong Shayu had said: You have to finish what you start.

At the same time, in Gong Shayu’s office, Fang Yu quietly placed the next day’s report and an insulated lunch box on the desk.

Gong Shayu was hunched over, evaluating the ICC transition plan. Hearing Fang Yu’s voice, she didn’t lift her head, simply asking: “How did it go?” Her voice was hoarse, fatigued from over ten consecutive hours of work.

“The whole house was tested just now, and there is absolutely no formaldehyde. Tan Ke is also on her way back to the company.” Fang Yu asked softly: “Should I open the lunch box for you?”

Gong Shayu gave an almost inaudible “Mhm.” She only looked up at Fang Yu after the last page of data had been circled in red ink: “Pick two plans from these to test out domestically before New Year’s Day.”

Fang Yu nodded halfway through her thoughtful response, realizing something was wrong. She gasped: “President Gong? Your! Your nose…”

Gong Shayu felt a sudden rush of heat through her nasal cavity. The scent of rust spread through her mouth and teeth. She instinctively raised a hand to touch it, seeing a shocking crimson smear on her fingertip.

The food in front of her suddenly twisted into lines. As the world spun, she heard Fang Yu’s scream coming from very far away.

Then dizziness violently struck, and her body tilted uncontrollably to one side.

…

Tu Si followed the street landscaping’s direction and found a fruit tea shop.

It was nine o’clock on a late autumn night. Besides the server, Tu Si was the only customer in the shop.

Water droplets condensed on the glass door slid down slowly, blurring the reflections of the few students walking home together outside.

Tu Si took a sip of the milk tea. Actually, the fruit tea tasted better here, but ever since Wang Wei treated her to it once, she knew it was made from the “corpses” of fruit, and she found it hard to drink.

Even green leafy vegetables were on Tu Si’s prohibited food list.

[Jie-jie, what are you doing?] [Will you come pick me up tomorrow?] [Jie-jie, I miss you very much.]

Tu Si followed her routine, sending these three messages to Gong Shayu. She took a selfie and then a picture of the street scene through the glass, preparing to post it on her moments.

Her moments were usually simple symbols or emojis. She had already posted once tonight, and this time, she wanted to write something different.

But the text on her phone started jumping again, making her temples throb with pain. She had already suffered from “text poisoning” once during class today. After thinking for a while, she wished someone could help her edit it.

Just as she was thinking this, she saw familiar faces—the red, yellow, and blue trio were walking towards her from across the road, giggling.

Tu Si quickly pushed the door open and stopped them right outside the fruit tea shop.

“Boss, looks like this sis is delivering money a thousand miles just for us.” The red-haired girl spoke first.

“Slap—”

The sound of the slap was crisp and clean. The red-haired girl’s wig was knocked askew. The red, yellow, and blue girls froze solid.

Tu Si slightly turned and bowed deeply to the yellow one. The next second, she raised her hand and delivered a slap.

“Slap!”

The blue one reacted first, opening her mouth to curse: “I…”

Before the word was out, Tu Si’s third slap whistled and landed.

The red, yellow, and blue girls looked at each other and charged at Tu Si like they were possessed.

Tu Si grabbed a handful of hair on top of their heads, only to be horrified when the hair separated from the scalp!

The red, yellow, and blue girls wailed. The three head coverings under their wigs looked like three pineapples. Frustrated, they charged at Tu Si again.

The Cuscuta seemed to have developed an interest in the wigs and swung another slap.

The three girls were like big fools, typically offering the right cheek right after the left was struck.

“What is this?” Tu Si asked curiously, holding the three handfuls of hair.

Her eyelashes were straight and long, her pupils pitch-black, her gaze overly innocent, and her brow slightly furrowed, conveying a naive, harmless confusion. Her expression was like that of a child unknowing of the world, as if the flurry of slaps had been a mere illusion.

The red, yellow, and blue girls trembled and exchanged another look. Then, in unison, they reached into their pockets for their phones and opened WeChat, their fingers shaking.

The girl who had been wearing the yellow wig and was the leader said: “Sis, add our WeChat… we’ll transfer the money right now…”

Hearing someone mention adding WeChat, Tu Si also quickly pulled out her phone and scanned each of their friend QR codes.

When she received their transfers, three “ding, ding, ding” notifications quickly came through on WeChat.

Three transfers.

Tu Si was silent for a moment, asking puzzledly: “Why are you transferring money?”

Gong Shayu had said she couldn’t take things from others.

Tu Si: “I don’t want this.”

The red, yellow, and blue girls looked at each other again and said in unison: “Sis! We’ll listen to you from now on!”

…

When Gong Shayu woke up, Tan Ke was talking to the doctor.

“You’re awake?” Tan Ke raised a hand, signaling the doctor to be quiet first.

Gong Shayu tried to prop herself up. Her elbows trembled uncontrollably. Tan Ke hurried forward to help her.

Miss Gong then noticed the IV needle stuck in the back of her hand. She tugged at her mouth: “So dramatic?”

Tan Ke: “President Gong, you scared us to death.”

“Is it fever or low bl00d sugar?” Gong Shayu’s voice was even hoarser than before due to exhaustion.

Under Tan Ke’s visual warning, the doctor hesitantly adjusted his glasses, looking like he wanted to speak but couldn’t.

Gong Shayu: “Tan Ke?”

Tan Ke’s suddenly elevated breathing quickly fell back down: “The doctor suspects leukemia.”

The Doctor: “…”