The Cold, Aloof Dominatrix After Parasitically Entering a Rich Family - Chapter 57

Chapter 57: The Dandy: Sent to School

Since this wasn’t her first call from the traffic police, Gong Shayu was completely unfazed.

Right after she hung up, another call came in.

Gong Shayu looked down at the familiar three characters on the screen: Weng Hongye.

A-Jie’s meaningful memories suddenly echoed in her ears again, like a mosquito buzzing by her ear when half-asleep—inopportune but impossible to dismiss.

The name “Weng Hongye” spread out like ink dropped into water, quickly blurring into a mess, making it hard to discern.

Tu Si was a Cuscuta strangling her neck, a Cuscuta spirit gently drawing the life from its host.

Now, even her only remaining relative—her uncle—was surrounded by question marks.

What about her bl00d-related son? This thought was like the small snake on the uninhabited island that day, slowly crawling up her forearm along with the phone’s vibration.

Gong Shayu composed herself and slid the “Accept” button.

“Hey, little sister, why did you take so long to answer?” Weng Hongye’s voice came lazily through the receiver.

Gong Shayu: “In a meeting.”

“Oh, that voice sounds off,” Weng Hongye tutted. “Did you swallow a razor blade?”

Gong Shayu’s fingers unconsciously rubbed the snake bone bracelet on her wrist. Suddenly, she felt she was being overly suspicious.

She and her mother were nothing more than two insignificant fallen leaves to the Weng family. They posed no threat. When her grandmother passed away, her uncle voluntarily gave her mother an extra property.

And Weng Hongye—a man in his thirties, still a standard dandy. Aside from his talent for flirting, what else could he possibly accomplish?

“Yeah, I haven’t been feeling well these past few days,” Gong Shayu said.

“Huh? I’m back. I’ll drop by to see you and Auntie later.” Weng Hongye sounded warm.

Gong Shayu thought if she went to her mother’s place without Tu Si, she might be lectured. For now, she didn’t want to face Tu Si.

“We’ll see. If you want to come to my company, I can try to squeeze out an hour for you.”

“Got it. Thank you for the summons, President Gong.”

…

Back in the office, Gong Shayu called in both Fang Yu and Tan Ke, though at different times.

First, Fang Yu.

“Go to the North District Traffic Police Department right now,” Gong Shayu said. “Tu Si was caught by the traffic police again.”

“?” Fang Yu nodded but stood still. Based on experience, when she reached the door, Miss Gong would call her back and say, I’ll go.

Gong Shayu looked up. “What are you waiting for?”

Fang Yu: “…”

Assistant Fang slowly took two steps, and sure enough, Gong Shayu called her back: “If… I mean, if it’s the same situation as in Yalugang, sigh, ahem… just go first.”

Fang Yu: “Understood.”

Did the two of them fight?

The boss’s wife is so thoughtless. The boss is this sick, and they’re still fighting?

After Fang Yu left, Tan Ke knocked and came in.

“Go find a Daoist Master who can exorcise demons and subdue monsters,” Gong Shayu paused and corrected herself: “A Master of Metaphysics, a fortune-telling Master of Metaphysics, to read Tu Si’s fortune.”

“!!! Okay, please send me Miss Tu’s date and time of birth.”

Tan Ke: Since when did President Gong believe in this stuff?

Gong Shayu was stumped by the question. If Tu Si truly was a spirit, her birth details were likely fake. The welfare home in Wuli Town was fake, and so were her few extraordinary-looking “sisters.”

“President Gong?” Tan Ke interrupted Gong Shayu’s thoughts. “Or I can just ask Miss Tu directly.”

“No need. Just calculate mine,” Gong Shayu said casually.

Tan Ke was completely dumbfounded. Is this still our President Gong? Sick and refusing to trust doctors, yet believing in fortune-tellers!!?

…

When Fang Yu arrived at the traffic police station, Tu Si was sitting there, helplessly swaying her head from side to side. Her skateboard wasn’t in sight.

“Hello, I’m here to handle Tu Si’s case,” Fang Yu greeted the traffic officer.

The moment Tu Si saw Fang Yu, she suddenly stood up with a “swoosh”: “Jie…! Where is Jie-jie?”

“President Gong is handling something. She sent me over,” Fang Yu reassured her. “What exactly did she do?”

The traffic officer glanced at Tu Si: “Driving without a license + speeding + incoherent rambling. But we tested her. Thankfully, it wasn’t drunk driving or drugged driving. Otherwise, she’d be packing for jail now. (1)”

Fang Yu: “Has our country’s law advanced so much that you need a license to ride a skateboard now?”

The traffic officer who was assisting her nearly choked on his words. He immediately played the video on the computer, clicking on the wheel of the speeding pink Ferrari: “You call that a skateboard?”

Fang Yu was stunned. This troublemaker, Tu Si, was getting better at causing trouble every day. It seemed this matter needed to be reported to President Gong.

“Can I speak with her?” Fang Yu asked. The officer gestured for her to enter through the side door.

“Jie-jie didn’t come?” Before Fang Yu could speak, Tu Si asked first.

“…” Fang Yu controlled her expression. “President Gong is sick. Do you know that?”

Tu Si blinked, deciding to follow Kong Meng’s advice: “I know. But I helped cure her. Did you know that?”

Fang Yu looked into Tu Si’s innocent eyes and paused.

No one knew better than Fang Yu why these two had gotten together.

But no one understood better than Fang Yu that Gong Shayu had developed genuine feelings for Tu Si. The indulgences that Gong Shayu herself hadn’t even noticed, Fang Yu saw clearly.

The woman who was decisive and ruthless in the business world was now ill… and the little canary was still lost in her own fairytale world.

Assistant Fang decided to be honest with her: “President Gong is seriously ill and running a high fever right now. Miss Tu, you need to grow up.”

As expected, Tu Si’s expression changed upon hearing this: “High fever? Take me to see her.”

“But you’re in trouble now. We need to solve this problem first.” Fang Yu patted Tu Si’s shoulder and turned to negotiate with the traffic officer.

Tu Si unconsciously rubbed her hands together.

She had clearly absorbed the toxins from Gong Shayu’s body, so why…? An unprecedented, suffocating sense of panic suddenly gripped her heart, making her fidget in her seat.

Tu Si could feel those damned vines wriggling frantically in her veins, ready to burst out at any moment.

“Assistant Fang, are you done? I want to see Jie-jie now,” Tu Si stood up abruptly, her voice trembling. She felt she was losing control of the vines inside her.

…

Two hours later, Weng Hongye’s gaudily modified sports car screeched to a halt in front of the Gong Corporation building.

His outfit—a studded leather jacket paired with neon green hair—was too conspicuous. The moment he stepped into the lobby, the receptionist alertedly stopped him: “Sir, do you have an appointment?”

Weng Hongye pushed his sunglasses down, revealing his charming, soulful eyes: “Beautiful, look at me. Do I still need an appointment?”

The receptionist quickly searched her mind. No celebrity or influencer had this style. Just as she was about to make it difficult, Tan Ke’s voice approached: “Of course you need an appointment, Young Master Weng.”

“Oh, little Tan Ke, you’ve grown up?” Weng Hongye whistled like a rogue and walked toward Tan Ke.

“President Gong is upstairs. I’ll take you up,” Tan Ke respectfully led Weng Hongye to the elevator.

“You look like you’re heading out?” Weng Hongye wasn’t pretentious at all, holding the elevator door open. “You go about your business. I can go up by myself.”

“It’s fine. I’ll take you up…”

“Aish… no, really no need. Let me slowly admire our Shayu’s company, shall we? Or do you want to spend more time with me?”

Tan Ke: “…”

No intention, and no budget for that.

Weng Hongye pushed Tan Ke out of the elevator without question.

Assistant Tan stumbled two steps, barely catching her balance, but she wasn’t angry. She’d had a few encounters with Weng Hongye and had a good impression of him. Assistant Tan’s philosophy was simple: anyone who was good to Gong Shayu got a good impression from her.

Young Master Weng fell into the good person category.

Watching the elevator numbers climb, Tan Ke suddenly remembered something and shouted toward the elevator door: “President Gong is on… darn it, I didn’t even tell him the floor number!”

…

As Weng Hongye knocked on the door, Gong Shayu had just opened the WeChat message from Fang Yu, which was an inquiry about whether to take Miss Tu home or bring her to the company first.

[She seems to have been startled by something, insisting on seeing you]

[Send to school]

Gong Shayu replied coldly, her gaze sweeping past the red number in the corner of Tu Si’s profile picture—

36 or 39?

Who cares about the temperature? Gong Shayu hated this part of herself.

“Aiya, look, look at our Shayu. No, I should call you President Gong now.” The moment Weng Hongye entered the office, he was like a colorful, buzzing swarm of bees.

Gong Shayu put her phone face down on the desk and casually grabbed a face mask, walking toward him.

“Is Uncle well?” Gong Shayu handed the mask to Weng Hongye.

Weng Hongye: “Why? I’m not sick. You, on the other hand, what’s with that voice?”

“I’m sick, so you wear the mask,” Gong Shayu said.

Weng Hongye didn’t argue, obediently tearing open the package and putting on the mask. Only then did he speak: “Got a cold?”

Gong Shayu shrugged: “Hmm, who knows? Probably.”

“Haven’t seen a doctor?”

“No, I’ve been busy, haven’t I?” Gong Shayu asked: “Coffee or tea?”

Weng Hongye pointed at the transparent tea set on the tea table: “I’ll make it. Freshly brewed tea smells the best.”

Gong Shayu remembered her history with poisoning. She had thrown away everything in the office that could be thrown away, but somehow missed this tea set. Logic told her to stop Weng Hongye.

But she didn’t.

“Sure,” Gong Shayu smiled, yielding the tea-making spot to Weng Hongye.

Weng Hongye had been a dandy since childhood, with all his efforts focused on eating, drinking, and having fun.

But at this moment, the way he focused on arranging the tea set showed a rare seriousness. Hot water poured into the glass pot. The tea leaves stretched and tumbled in the water. The steaming heat blurred the line of sight between the two.

Gong Shayu felt she really needed to see a therapist. This was Weng Hongye, her eldest cousin who viewed money as toilet paper. What evil could he possibly do?

“This tea is spoiled.”

Gong Shayu, with her rough voice, stopped the tea that Weng Hongye was about to put to his mouth.

His raised lips and the transparent teacup suddenly pulled apart: “Why didn’t you say so earlier?”