The Cold, Aloof Dominatrix After Parasitically Entering a Rich Family - Chapter 58

Chapter 58: Cleaning Up: “No, I’m here to clean up her mess.”

After a recommendation, Tan Ke found the most famous Master of Metaphysics in the area—Blind Wei.

How divine was Blind Wei? Her battle achievements couldn’t be described in three days and three nights, but the most legendary one was how she accurately predicted that the unborn eldest son of the Chi family, one of Z City’s five major wealthy families, would be born without an anus.

Fortunately, they prepared in advance. The moment the Chi eldest son was born, he immediately underwent an anoplasty. Post-surgery, the Chi eldest son was more obedient than regular children—no crying, no fussing, and not even a picky eater. As an adult, he became invincible, with over three figures of children across the major continents of the global village through DNA.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, remarkable, truly remarkable. This fate is extraordinary!” Blind Wei nodded, then shook her head. “This woman is truly a dragon among humans, but… hiss!”

Tan Ke looked at the recorder on the table, wondering if she should turn it off.

“Her fate is too hard. So hard that even the King of Hell fears it three parts. But she jinxes her family and friends… Don’t press it. She needs to hear it, so you must let her listen,” Blind Wei interrupted Tan Ke’s hand movement.

Tan Ke: “…”

You know she’s listening, yet you announce what I’m about to do?!

“Ah, continuing. She jinxes relatives and friends, destined not to get along with ordinary people. She was supposed to live out her days alone, but it has changed here.”

“Some bonds are predestined from the past life. Tell her not to struggle. This one is the noble person in her destiny…”

…

Gong Shayu listened to Blind Wei’s words on the recorder, deep in thought.

But the flower in her destiny was not so calm. The increasingly cold weather, coupled with the long time since she last saw Gong Shayu, made both her human body and her plant body extremely uncomfortable.

These were emotions she had never experienced: sadness, resentment, loss, self-doubt, and anxiety.

Tu Si channeled all of it into her appetite. She participated in the Luosifen (Snail Noodle) Challenge at the cafeteria, winning the 5,000 yuan cash prize by devouring fifteen liang (about 750g) of extra spicy Luosifen in half an hour.

Red, Yellow, and Blue were so excited they nearly knelt on the spot. Tu Si’s ranking on their school’s Top 30 List instantly climbed by two places.

“Boss, you’re too awesome!” Yellow was so excited she tried to hug Tu Si.

The Cuscuta spirit extended an arm, a movement identical to Gong Shayu’s, blocking her a full arm’s length away.

“Let’s go, let’s go drinking!” Blue suggested. “It’s Friday, anyway. Boss, didn’t you say you weren’t going home today?”

Red heard this and became even more excited: “Yay! Yay! We’ll drink and then just sleep for a day and a night at the dorms.”

Tu Si, who was usually curious about everything, was currently unenthusiastic: “Alcohol doesn’t taste good. It’s bitter and astringent.”

“But the bar is fun. Boss, aren’t you in a bad mood lately? I’ll take you somewhere that will definitely cheer you up.”

Hearing this, Tu Si reluctantly nodded.

…

The quarterly summary meeting had just adjourned, and Fang Yu swiftly gathered the regional managers for a dinner party.

Originally, considering Gong Shayu’s health, she hadn’t been invited, but just before leaving, President Gong uncharacteristically announced that she would also attend.

Tan Ke was still trying to dissuade her: “President Gong, your cold hasn’t healed yet. Why don’t we go back and rest?”

Hearing this, Gong Shayu suddenly realized that her energy had been much better these past two days. Although she still coughed occasionally, anyone who has had a cold knows these are late-stage symptoms.

Sure enough, not being with Tu Si…

Gong Shayu didn’t want to fall into this logical dead end, so she insisted on joining the dinner: “It’s fine. Let’s go.”

On the way to the restaurant, Miss Gong suddenly changed her mind: “Go back to Yufu. Tell Fang Yu I’m not going.”

Tan Ke: President Gong has been very off lately, completely distracted.

Perhaps sensing Tan Ke’s unusual look, Gong Shayu offered an explanation: “So I don’t spread the cold to everyone.”

Tan Ke chuckled twice. She had found the Great Immortal Wei, so she naturally remembered every word the woman had said and knew that “bond” referred to Tu Si.

Assistant Tan recalled asking Blind Wei to calculate her own career path at the same time: “Aiding their marriage is more important than working hard. Your meteoric rise is imminent!”

If not now, when should I show my effort?

“Actually, President Gong, Miss Tu has sent me many messages lately. She’s very worried about your health. Why don’t we…”

Tu Si had indeed sent many messages to Tan Ke and was genuinely worried about Gong Shayu’s condition.

Sure enough, hearing this, the distracted look on Gong Shayu’s face snapped back for a split second.

Then, the CEO’s thin lips parted: “Don’t mention her again.”

Tan Ke: “…”

In that moment, Assistant Tan suddenly felt a little pity for Tu Si.

…

The car arrived at Yufu. Miss Gong told Tan Ke to go home and not come back this weekend.

Tan Ke agreed and drove out of the villa gate.

The sky was already dark. The garage lights stretched Gong Shayu’s shadow long, eventually disappearing into the gloom.

The garage was empty, and footsteps echoed between the concrete walls. Gong Shayu walked through the silent passage in her high heels until the cool light of the elevator descended upon her.

She stopped, her gaze casually sweeping over the mirror-like white marble floor—

The shadows of two cars lay quietly overlapped.

She had deliberately avoided this earlier, but now it was unavoidable.

Tu Si’s pink Ferrari, bright to the point of being blinding, now nestled gently beside the black Bentley like a docile cat.

The light cast their outlines onto the cold floor, creating a strange illusion of mutual reliance.

Gong Shayu stared at the pair of shadows, the corners of her lips tightening imperceptibly.

The elevator chimed, “ding,” and the cold white light spilled out, swallowing the shadows on the marble.

As the elevator slowly ascended, Gong Shayu’s thoughts drifted, recalling the sight from last week when she picked Tu Si up from school at this very time.

Tu Si had chattered endlessly beside her and had personally told her she was a Cuscuta spirit. Thinking about it now, it seemed Tu Si hadn’t done anything wrong.

Back here, this priceless mansion was still as cold as a crystal coffin.

Oh, an ugly-cute doll playing the violin lay quietly in the crystal coffin, raising its eyes to peer at Gong Shayu.

But Miss Gong inexplicably felt the muscles in her shoulders and neck relax inch by inch—she actually found the courage to take off her armor from this ugly-cute thing.

She habitually looked up at the violin, only to be stunned by the wall covered in photos of Tu Si and herself.

In every photo, Tu Si was smiling like a flower, her captivating eyes filled with deep affection. Gong Shayu unconsciously walked closer, her fingers touching the edge of a frame. The icy contact made her realize with a start—

She had never looked closely at these wedding photos after they were taken.

The person in the photos was abnormally unfamiliar:

When did I pose like this?

Did I wear this wedding dress?

Why am I smiling?

“Is this me?” Gong Shayu asked the person covering the wall, as if asking a stranger.

Despite being assaulted by this bizarre emotion, Gong Shayu couldn’t help but be drawn to Tu Si next to her.

In contrast, Tu Si’s every expression, every look, was vividly etched in her memory, even the curve of her hair tips was intimately familiar.

It was a feeling of being in another life.

Gong Shayu opened WeChat on her phone, clicked on the number over a hundred on Tu Si’s profile picture, and scrolled through the messages from bottom to top.

…

“Little beauty, come on, have a drink with us,” several men walked over to Tu Si’s table, smiling broadly. In the deafening music, their voices were barely audible.

But Tu Si heard them clearly: “You guys aren’t bad people. Come on, join us.”

This was the fifth group of people who had tried to join their table tonight. Red, Yellow, and Blue had never received such attention at a nightclub. Coupled with the effects of alcohol, they were a little light-headed.

The men sat down next to Red, Yellow, and Blue as they spoke.

Actually, judging by their hair colors, they matched the girls quite well. Red, Yellow, Blue, Orange, Green, Purple—only missing one more color to complete the rainbow.

Tu Si was also wearing a wig, her favorite sakura pink. She was completely unaware of how many eyes were glued to her since she put on that wig.

Even the most seasoned bartender at the bar was distracted. Fake whiskey overflowed the rim of a glass, soaking a dark patch onto a nearby customer’s jeans.

The customer, seeing everyone was distracted by the same sight, just smiled and let it go.

“Who said you could just sit down?” The man sitting next to Red was too lewd. She immediately jumped up, refusing to cooperate.

“Aiya, little sister, don’t get excited…”

“Who the hell is your little sister?” Blue’s wine glass slammed onto the table: “Get out!”

With Tu Si around, they felt not only highly respected but also incredibly safe.

As the saying goes, alcohol gives courage to cowards. These men were just students from a nearby university, seemingly in sports majors. Already high on hormones, their adrenaline collectively spiked upon seeing Tu Si.

They couldn’t afford to lose face in front of a potential “goddess.” Seeing that being gentle didn’t work, they resorted to force.

“We’re sitting here today. What are you going to do about it?” The leader, a man with orange-dyed buzz-cut hair, put his wine glass heavily on the table, the amber liquid violently shaking inside.

Actually, the bars in the university town were relatively less mixed. The bar staff were used to seeing rowdy jerks acting up under the influence of alcohol.

Normally, the girls just needed to call a waiter, and the situation would be resolved.

But Tu Si’s group’s attire was too eye-catching, especially the three protectors—Red, Yellow, and Blue—who looked very much like juvenile delinquents. If it weren’t for the addition of the Sakura Pink tonight, no one would have dared to provoke them.

For a moment, no bartender stepped forward.

The men laughed more boldly. The orange-haired man who had just slammed his cup, unafraid of death, reached out to grab Tu Si’s hand.

Tu Si allowed him to pull her up, looking at the group of humans in confusion. The surrounding noise instantly quieted. She only saw Red, Yellow, and Blue wielding their wine glasses, and the men’s faces changing as they fought around her. Her body merely followed the pulling force in his hand.

The cold wind howled. Tu Si realized she had already been led out the door.

“Little sister, come with us. We’ll take you for something exciting.”

Tu Si tilted her head, her sakura-pink hair flying in the cold wind: “What is ‘exciting’?”

“Hahahaha, should Big Brother say it here?” Under the streetlights, their shadows resembled a pack of greedy hyenas surrounding the slender girl.

“Boss! Come over…” The voices of Red, Yellow, and Blue gradually became clear. Even now, Tu Si didn’t know their real names, or whose voice this specifically was.

She glanced at the hyenas again, finding their smiles nauseating. Tu Si felt uncomfortable, covering her mouth, wanting to find a place to vomit.

“Hey! You’re not allowed to leave…”

Tu Si felt too unwell. She bowed three times to them. When she straightened up, she had completely changed.

The harmless beauty instantly transformed into a ruthless, violent bandit.

Her expression became cold and hard, her movements brutal and swift, her strength terrifying. And her technique for inflicting pain, of course, was master-level.

A heavy punch landed on a man’s stomach, the pain wrenching his internal organs, but there wasn’t a single bruise on his body. Next, a kick landed on another’s crotch. The pain index nearly spiked to the limit of human endurance, yet still, no visible wounds.

The last one was the most tragic. Like the conclusion of an essay, he not only had to echo the beginning but also summarize—he received both the heavy punch and the brutal kick.

He immediately passed out on the spot.

Imagine three burly men curled up on a busy street, unable to live or die, leaking bodily fluids from their eyes, noses, and mouths, surrounded by over thirty people recording them with their phones, yet no one even bothers to call 110.

Just then, a black, panther-like Bentley slowly pulled to a stop, and another peerless beauty stepped out. The violent bandit finally stopped the abuse. What a sense of salvation!

“Jie-jie?”

The biggest hyena, hearing the female bandit’s call, quickly switched his pleading gaze to Gong Shayu’s face: “Sis? Ah, ah, ah… please… did you come to preside over justice for us?”

“No, I’m here to clean up her mess.”