The Cold, Aloof Dominatrix After Parasitically Entering a Rich Family - Chapter 59

Chapter 59: Indulgence: She suddenly wanted to indulge herself, listening to her own…

Everyone, whether lying on the ground or standing in the audience, was collectively petrified.

The first to snap out of it were Red, Yellow, and Blue. The moment they saw Gong Shayu, their eyes had nowhere to look, eventually just staring at each other. Inspired by who knows what, they suddenly turned in unison toward Gong Shayu and bowed ninety degrees, their voices booming like a bell:

“Jie-jie!”

Gong Shayu: “…”

Tu Si was half-sobered by the shout. She judged from Gong Shayu’s eyes that her Red, Yellow, and Blue sisters wouldn’t survive the night in her phone.

She quickly tried to open her mouth to explain something.

But Gong Shayu spoke first, her voice icy: “Everyone, immediately delete the content you just filmed. If it’s already been forwarded, please recall it. For those who don’t delete cleanly—”

She looked around, a gentle smile on the corner of her lips: “You will receive a lawyer’s letter from the Gong Corporation before noon tomorrow.”

The onlookers instantly erupted, the murmurs of discussion bubbling like boiling water. Some stared down, frantically tapping their screens, some complained quietly, and others stealthily tried to slip away.

Gong Shayu stared at Red, Yellow, and Blue, then pointed her chin at Blue: “The three of you, check every person one by one.”

If they obeyed Tu Si because they were beaten into submission, their compliance with Gong Shayu was purely because Miss Gong had glanced at them one time too many.

…

Rewind to two hours earlier.

Gong Shayu stood before the photo wall, looking at the pictures one by one. In the photos, the two stood, sat, or lay down, gazing deeply at each other, hands intertwined, kissing. Whether due to the angle, the lighting, or the pose.

These scenes were blindingly real—they looked like a couple genuinely in love.

Gong Shayu’s throat suddenly tightened, and her gaze frantically fled, finally settling on that solitary, broken violin.

That was the past she had shattered with her own hands, the past she had constantly reminded herself to forget.

But at this moment, a strange impulse tore through her sanity. She suddenly wanted to indulge herself, to listen to her own heart for once.

As for whether Tu Si was human, it seemed less important. Weren’t many “humans” in her life just as useless?

If Tu Si really relied on absorbing her nutrients to survive, or to put it another way, if this mysterious illness was truly just poisoning…

No.

Gong Shayu fiercely denied herself. She had only just confirmed that Tu Si might not be human; she hadn’t just met her. If Tu Si truly intended to give her a terminal illness, why hadn’t she noticed anything before?

Stepping back, if Tu Si hadn’t saved her on the uninhabited island, she would have already died. So, using a bit of her body wasn’t entirely unacceptable.

With this thought, Gong Shayu opened her phone, her eyes fixed on Tu Si’s profile picture. The number above it had already reached 385.

Miss Gong didn’t have the patience to listen to every message, but after casually listening to the two most recent ones, she was completely panicked.

The noisy background and the deafening music clearly indicated a nightclub. Did Tu Si misunderstand her own alcohol tolerance?

The previously installed GPS worked perfectly. Miss Gong found the person without wasting a single brain cell. Seeing the three colored heads, she thought she also found the reason Tu Si was in this situation.

She had originally intended to warn the three-colored heads to stay away from Tu Si in the future, but when her eyes met Tu Si’s, Gong Shayu suddenly remembered the hurt look on the girl’s face after she had cleaned out her phone last time.

So, for the first time, Miss Gong considered someone else’s feelings and temporarily spared the three-colored heads’ lives.

Seeing the situation, the onlookers didn’t need Red, Yellow, and Blue to get involved. Those who knew the Gong family consciously deleted the photos and videos on their phones. The few who didn’t know the Gong family were scared stiff by Tu Si’s fists.

Finally, the police arrived. Red, at Gong Shayu’s instruction, had called them. The nearby patrol officers looked at the three men lying on the ground as if they were VIPs: “Didn’t we warn you not to go out drinking within the last six months? Do you really want us to work overtime?”

The man who had been punched and kicked passed out, woke up, was knocked out by the pain again, and woke up again. Seeing himself still lying on the ground, he burst into tears, begging the officer: “Please, just take me back to the station to rest!”

…

Ten minutes later.

Tu Si was mostly sober, leaning against the passenger seat of Gong Shayu’s car, complaining: “Jie-jie, I sent you so many messages and called you so many times, but you didn’t reply to any of them.”

Gong Shayu’s Adam’s apple bobbed. She didn’t know how to explain to Tu Si, and she hadn’t decided whether to talk to her openly about her identity or pretend she didn’t know anything.

“Tan Ke said you had a high fever. I was very worried. Are you better?” Tu Si asked softly, her chin trembling, her soft voice full of grievance.

Gong Shayu’s chest felt bitter and tight. She decided that unless Tu Si brought it up, she wouldn’t mention the subject.

“Yes, I’m better.”

After a moment, she continued: “I was quite busy these past few days, so I rarely looked at my phone. It won’t happen again.” Gong Shayu extended her right hand to rub the back of Tu Si’s head as usual.

Tu Si ducked toward the window: “I took off my wig.”

Gong Shayu: “It’s okay. Even the fake one is very beautiful.”

“!” Tu Si couldn’t believe her ears. She had expected Gong Shayu to scold her and warn her never to wear it again, just like those pretty mini-skirts.

She didn’t expect her to call her beautiful.

Tu Si stared at Gong Shayu for two seconds, as if confirming something, then strongly smacked a kiss on her cheek.

Who knew that Gong Shayu would ask another question that made her want to immediately blossom: “Those three classmates of yours… which one talks the most and likes to share things?”

Gong Shayu was actually interested in her friends?

Tu Si looked at Gong Shayu in shock, her eyes brimming with impending delight: “The one with the red hair. She shares a lot of things in the group every day.”

“And the blue-haired one, she loves freedom. She says every day, ‘Who could ever fall in love with the uninhibited, freedom-loving me?’ Sometimes she’s very you-yu (melancholy). And the yellow-haired one, she’s very considerate. As a human, she’s very loyal.”

“Then send me the WeChat contact for the red-haired one.”

“Huh?”

“Isn’t she your good friend? It’s normal for me to add her WeChat,” Gong Shayu said matter-of-factly: “Just as normal as you adding Tan Ke’s WeChat.”

“Oh, right, right, right.” Tu Si happily pulled out her phone and immediately sent Red’s WeChat contact card to Gong Shayu.

Later, Tu Si learned that Miss Gong was interested in Red’s talent for being a snitch and a tattletale. Of course, that was a long time later.

Tu Si realized that the current Gong Shayu seemed like half a different person. Why “half a person”? Mainly because she had much more patience with her individually. She would now repeatedly teach Tu Si everyday life knowledge that she used to scoff at.

However, her requirements for Tu Si’s clothes and conversation content were even stricter than before.

…

By the time the car reached Yufu, it was already late, eleven o’clock at night.

The moment Gong Shayu stepped on the brake, Tu Si’s dense, continuous kisses followed.

Gong Shayu held her face in her hands, her breathing unsteady: “No, my cold isn’t completely gone. It’s contagious…”

Tu Si ignored her, blocking her mouth again. In the crossfire of gasps, she mumbled incoherently: “I’m not scared… I’m a Cuscuta spirit, hmm?” Her hot breath stained Gong Shayu’s earlobe red.

Gong Shayu pulled away from her again, warning her sternly: “Whatever kind of flower you are, this is the last time you mention it to anyone.”

For some reason, Tu Si was extremely aroused by Gong Shayu admonishing her in a state of blurred eyes, husky voice, and unsteady breathing.

She loved seeing Gong Shayu like this—clearly overcome by desire, yet stubbornly maintaining a serious facade.

“I’ll listen to Jie-jie. It’s just that I haven’t seen you for so long, and I miss you terribly,” Tu Si was always this direct, possessing the ability to turn all her desires into declarations of love.

Gong Shayu coughed unnaturally: “Go inside first.”

She then pushed the door open and got out of the car. Tu Si couldn’t help but admire her. Gong Shayu was the most self-controlled human she had ever met. Even when she was so obviously aroused, she could hold back.

Before the Cuscuta spirit could finish her admiration, she was swept up and carried sideways, letting out a string of surprised gasps. Tu Si immediately adjusted her posture, wrapping her legs tightly around Gong Shayu’s waist, like a vine clinging to its only support.

Lowering her head brought a new, fiercer round of kisses.

Tu Si felt that Gong Shayu’s dislike of having people in the house was correct. At this moment, the empty mansion seemed to stretch into the entire back mountain, with only the two of them floating in this boundless space.

Breathing sounds, heartbeats, kisses, low moans, and whispers were all infinitely magnified. The smells of perfume, grass, flowers, and the faint scent of mint cigarettes were all blended together, wrapping them in a dream isolated from the world.

They were uninhibited, indulging freely. Their bodies were so perfectly intertwined that, in this moment, Tu Si even suspected Gong Shayu was the other half of her bl00d contract.

In a surge of emotion, she wrapped her arms around Gong Shayu’s shoulder, her fingertips tracing the curve of her shoulder and neck, finally lingering beneath her left shoulder blade. Her fingertip brushed against the slightly raised area. Gong Shayu’s body instantly stiffened, and she instinctively tried to push Tu Si away.

The Cuscuta spirit, lost in passion, was not one to be easily pushed. She quickly reversed her move, and with the sharp sound of tearing cloth, she ripped Gong Shayu’s black shirt, which was partially covering her body, into shreds—

Miss Gong’s curve from her collarbone to her abdomen was completely exposed to Tu Si’s view.

But Tu Si’s interest seemed to lie elsewhere. One hand cupped the back of Gong Shayu’s head, fiercely pulling the woman into a tight embrace. Her other hand impatiently moved around Gong Shayu’s left shoulder, her fingertips stroking the spot again.

Tu Si gazed at the crimson rose: “Jie-jie, let me look closely…”

She gasped and leaned in, her hot breath heavy and warm on that patch of skin.

This warmth reminded Gong Shayu of the shadowless surgical lamp during her operation. She had woken up abruptly during the surgery, her back similarly exposed to prying eyes. Several doctors under the surgical light became shadowy figures. Without her consent, they cruelly removed the mark from her body…

“Jie-jie, this flower is so beautiful. Did it always grow here?”

Before Gong Shayu could respond, a soft touch came from the place that held her most secret pain.

“Does it hurt?”

Tu Si asked softly, then used even lighter pressure, nudging the rose with her nose, like a young beast gently licking a companion’s wound.

Gong Shayu knew Tu Si was asking if it hurt when she got the rose tattooed. But this delayed concern was like a potent medicine, dropping precisely onto the forcibly removed mole, traveling across vast, distant time and space to bring it salvation.