The Cold, Aloof Dominatrix After Parasitically Entering a Rich Family - Chapter 50

Chapter 50: Talking Back: “I like it now. I can sleep in class…”

“Leukemia.” Gong Shayu’s voice was so steady it sounded like she was reviewing today’s report. “I had a physical exam two months ago. I didn’t have any issues like that.”

Since the truth was out, the doctor no longer stammered: “The final test results will only be available tomorrow, but your current bl00d condition is not optimistic. Specifically… you have malignant white bl00d cells, and your red bl00d cell count is low. Since we don’t have previous data to compare it to, we can’t determine the growth trend of these malignant white bl00d cells, so…”

“But there was no problem two months ago!” Tan Ke found it hard to accept. “President Gong has always been very healthy, and she exercises daily. How is this possible???”

The doctor’s tone was cautious: “This is just a preliminary assessment. The precise situation requires tomorrow’s bone marrow aspiration and bl00d analysis.” He turned to Gong Shayu, lowering his voice slightly: “President Gong, have you recently experienced bone pain, fatigue, or unusual bruising?”

In the past, Gong Shayu might have merely scoffed. After all, her life was barely distinguishable from death, and this would only serve as an extra ingredient for her to mock the cruel heavens.

But now, upon hearing this, a trace of unfamiliar fear surfaced in her mind.

She suddenly became protective of her life, subconsciously pressing the snake bone chain on her wrist, as if she could hold back the sudden approach of death.

She waved her hand, signaling that she wanted to be alone for a while.

Five minutes later, Tan Ke, who was standing by the door, was let in.

Gong Shayu was fully dressed, a completely different person from the pale woman lying on the hospital bed just moments ago.

Tan Ke stared, lost in thought, at her boss’s upright, mountain-like figure—Miss Gong wore exquisite black silk high heels, her steps firm and powerful, the heels tapping the marble with a rhythmic, conquering sound.

The hospital and doctors had been carefully selected by Tan Ke to avoid the Gong family’s medical system, yet Gong Shayu still walked out with the aura of a queen inspecting her territory.

“Why are you staring?” Gong Shayu finally broke Tan Ke’s gaze when they reached the car door: “I’m not dead yet.”

The tough-as-iron Tan Ke felt a sudden sting in her nose at that moment, an urge to hug her boss and burst into tears.

“What is that look?” Gong Shayu couldn’t tolerate it. “You cannot disclose this to anyone, not even Fang Yu.”

So, in President Gong’s eyes, I’m more reliable than Assistant Fang. Thinking this, Tan Ke’s heart felt even heavier.

“It’s mainly because she’s too soft-hearted. I’m afraid she’ll show it in front of Tu Si,” Gong Shayu added.

Tan Ke: “…”

Okay, so in the boss’s eyes, I’m just a hard-hearted brute.

…

After the fierce, tiger-like operation last night, Tu Si’s WeChat Moments started featuring actual text. As soon as class was dismissed, the red, yellow, and blue girls stood guard at Tu Si’s classroom door, awaiting instructions from their “boss.”

Tu Si now also had her first WeChat group: [Look to Tu for Guidance]

@T Boss, we’re waiting for you outside your classroom.

Tu Si was awakened by her phone vibrating. Yesterday she had two theoretical classes, Film History. Today she had Appreciation of Art Works and The Art of Dialogue.

Due to her aversion to written characters, Student Tu Si had to close her eyes and listen, only to drift off to sleep. Since enrolling, Tu Si had attended five classes and slept through all five.

She looked out of the classroom and saw the red, yellow, and blue girls leaning against the hallway railing, playfully roughhousing, completely oblivious to disturbing others’ class time.

Of course, neither was Tu Si.

She stood up and slowly walked toward the classroom door, stunning the teacher and students. Just as she reached the exit, the teacher called out: “Hey, student, where are you going!?”

It was extremely rare for a university teacher to run overtime, especially to prattle during the lunchtime hour.

But the one running overtime was Director Ji, so the students were hungry but dared not speak out.

Director Ji’s full name was Ji Liping. She was a broadcast major and, like other schools’ deans, was professional and strict.

Setting aside her stunning looks, this transfer student had alienated the teachers, even Director Ji, by sleeping through every class and hanging out with the three biggest delinquents in the department.

Finally, someone was about to clash with the director.

All the students held their breath, waiting for the next development.

“Going out to eat,” Tu Si answered honestly.

“Who told you to go out to eat?” Ji Liping roared. She had never seen such an audacious student in all her years of teaching.

Tu Si pointed at the red, yellow, and blue girls: “They’re taking me out to eat. They said they know a good restaurant.”

The students instantly became excited. Some exchanged glances, and then words.

Director Ji’s facial muscles twitched uncontrollably. This was blatant disregard for discipline.

The students’ facial muscles also twitched uncontrollably. They were struggling to hold back laughter.

“Did I say class was dismissed?” Director Ji’s broadcasting voice came online, her volume rising. Her deliberately elongated final tone was like a brass doorknob, instantly solidifying the classroom door into the heavy plank of a locked old manor, making it hard to breathe.

Tu Si thought for a moment and replied: “The bell rang. Maybe the teacher didn’t hear it.”

The students could no longer control themselves and burst into earth-shattering laughter. Those who had been holding it in the longest pounded the desks and stomped their feet.

Looking back at Director Ji’s face, it was pitch black. She slowly walked in front of Tu Si and changed her tone, adopting a clear, bright, and vibrant girlish voice, startlingly similar to Tu Si’s own.

“Since that’s the case, this student must have learned everything from today’s lesson. You go ahead and recite it. If you truly know it, we’ll dismiss class. How about that?”

Tu Si stared, astonished, at Director Ji’s moving mouth. How could she sound exactly like her?

This skill made even an old mountain spirit like herself feel inferior.

Silence returned to the classroom. Tu Si’s eyes lit up: “Teacher, how did you do that?”

After two seconds of silence, the students booed: “Tsk—”

Director Ji is still Director Ji. Any student who crosses her will immediately back down.

Tu Si obediently followed Ji Liping’s instruction and walked onto the podium.

Director Ji crossed her arms, surveying the classroom with an expression that read: You little things. You’re far from being able to compete with me.

Tu Si pondered for a few seconds. Just when everyone thought she was about to concede, she opened her mouth: “Alright, wake up the sleeping students. You little brats, do you know how much I charge for one class hour outside? Now you get…”

Tu Si recited Director Ji’s entire lecture, starting from the very first sentence she had uttered upon entering the classroom. The female student who had been sitting next to her grew increasingly suspicious because she had tried to wake Tu Si up when the teacher said that initial sentence, but failed.

She was only pretending to sleep!

The classroom erupted into a second round of commotion. Students exchanged glances, their faces full of disbelief. Tu Si’s performance had far exceeded the human scope. Not only did she replicate every word Ji Liping said, but her speed was astonishing, like a tape recorder playing on fast forward.

The class WeChat group instantly blew up. A student secretly filmed the live scene and posted it to the school group.

[OMG, what is this human-shaped repeater?!] [How is Tone-Deaf Sis so powerful?] [Look at Director Ji’s face, I’m dying of laughter.] [Which class is this? Why haven’t I seen her???] [Name? Class? I’m coming!] [Performing Arts Class of ’25. She just enrolled yesterday. Don’t ask how I know; I’m her classmate.] [Aww, this sis is going viral!!!]

Ji Liping: “…………”

Tu Si felt terribly hungry. To eat sooner, she had to speed up her delivery even more. The last segment was virtually a rap performance.

Everyone: “!!!!!”

The Cuscuta spirit had become famous in her second battle.

The first battle was her running off-key by a hundred thousand miles with her excessively beautiful face. The second battle was this moment—replicating Ji Liping’s entire speech at double speed.

Z City Art School had produced some celebrities, even a top-tier one, but only Tu Si had made a spectacular transformation from “Tone-Deaf Campus Beauty” to “Goddess of Talking Back” within 24 hours of enrollment, carving her name onto the school’s celebrity list in this manner.

…

In the evening, Gong Shayu personally drove to the school. It wasn’t the black iron box but a brand-new pink-purple car sparkling with Tu Si’s favorite bling-bling, sitting across the street from the school like an iron rhinoceros.

Tu Si sniffed the scent and sped over on her skateboard. She executed a cool sliding stop in front of the car’s prancing horse logo.

Many students were already crowding around to watch. When Gong Shayu stepped out, students immediately took out their phones to secretly film. Miss Gong walked nonchalantly up to Tu Si, took the skateboard and luggage from her hands, and smiled brightly: “How was it?”

“Mhm.” Tu Si’s hand stiffened. She felt that today’s Gong Shayu was very gentle, very wrong.

After getting into the car, Tu Si buckled her seatbelt in the passenger seat: “Jie-jie, wasn’t Tan Ke supposed to pick me up?”

Gong Shayu kept a smile on her face: “What? It sounds like someone doesn’t want to see me?”

Tu Si: “No, of course I’m happy you came, but you keep smiling, and I’m scared.”

Gong Shayu: “…”

What kind of bizarre preference is that?

Gong Shayu’s smile immediately straightened into a line.

Tu Si’s heart, which had been suspended, finally settled. Soon, she heard Gong Shayu say: “I’ve signed you up for driving school. You’ll learn to drive this weekend. Also… this car is yours now.”

Her settled heart instantly soared again. Even though Gong Shayu was expressionless, in Tu Si’s eyes, she was as warm and happy as the sun.

“Really? I love it so much! Thank you, Jie-jie!” Saying this, Tu Si disregarded everything else, picked up Gong Shayu’s right hand, and kissed the back of it.

She always liked to do this—deliberately touching and rubbing against Gong Shayu when she wasn’t paying attention, holding her hand, or giving her kisses. Even when walking, she would unconsciously push Gong Shayu until she had no room left.

At some point, Miss Gong had actually grown accustomed to this mode of interaction.

Habit is a terrifying thing.

Gong Shayu thought: By giving Tu Si the utmost material enjoyment, she won’t be fooled by a fake gemstone ring again. It’s also time for Tu Si to learn to think for herself.

“How do you feel about school these past two days? Have you listened to the teacher?” Gong Shayu asked.

Tu Si: “It’s great! I’ve already made four friends, and I do whatever the teacher tells me to.”

“…” Gong Shayu asked with mixed feelings: “Didn’t you not want to go to school before?”

“I like it now. I can sleep in class, and I get good food after class. Besides not seeing Jie-jie, everything else is pretty good.”

Gong Shayu’s straight lips slightly curved up again: “You don’t have to listen to everything the teacher says. You can think about it yourself. If you think it makes sense, listen. If it’s unreasonable, you can refuse…”

They were chatting like a long-married couple who truly loved each other, but Tu Si still felt that her Shayu Jie-jie was particularly different today.