The Cold, Aloof Dominatrix After Parasitically Entering a Rich Family - Chapter 60

Chapter 60: Debut: “She’s my wife.”

“Cici…”

They had moved to the living room at some point, right beneath the background wall covered with their wedding photos. The smiling faces in the pictures now overlaid the figures wrapped in entanglement. Gong Shayu regained the dominant role.

Her lips were now like conquering spears, tracing a path down Tu Si’s forehead, nose, lips, cheeks, collarbone, and further down…

The heart-refreshing floral scent grew more and more intense, becoming increasingly intoxicating.

“Wait a moment…” Tu Si’s breathing was shaky: “Jie-jie, let’s do it together.”

With that, she responded to Gong Shayu with equal force. They teased and provoked each other in tremors, finally merging into the same battle song.

…

A Cuscuta spirit in heat during early winter is a terrifying sight. Her eyes shifted repeatedly between pitch black and jade green, like a pendulum swinging between extreme purity and extreme desire—exquisitely beautiful, immensely seductive!

Gong Shayu thought, The ancients said it’s worth dying under the peony; dying for a loving little yellow flower who looks at you so eagerly is definitely worth it.

But on the other hand, all these years, she had been able to maintain sufficient rationality and clear-headedness in any situation. How was it that when she met Tu Si, this clarity was instantly replaced by lust? Even the deepest, most painful, and clearest wound in her heart felt momentarily healed, allowing her to become an ordinary person and experience the happiness of one.

The buried emotions hadn’t disappeared; they would erupt one day in an even crazier way.

Tu Si drove her to madness, and at the same time, she carried her madness.

Thinking this, she felt a little bit like she was bullying and exploiting the naive Miss Cuscuta.

Gong Shayu lowered her head and kissed the tear-stained jade-green outer corner of Tu Si’s eye, gently stroking the fleeting little yellow flower on top of her head.

She didn’t remind her or show any abnormality, acting so normal that Tu Si thought she had managed to maintain her human form without using spiritual power during such an intense battle. It seems her cultivation has progressed.

The two spent an unforgettable weekend, shamelessly and ceaselessly.

…

On Monday, Tu Si was once again treated to a personal ride to school by Miss Gong.

Upon arriving at the school, Gong Shayu didn’t immediately leave. She turned the car around and parked on the road across from the school.

Five minutes later, Red, the most talkative and sharing person among Red, Yellow, and Blue, appeared next to the black Bentley.

“Jie-jie, Sis, Big Boss,” Red bent over, feeling awkward, her eyes darting around, trying to peek at Gong Shayu through the car window.

Miss Gong sat in the car, half a head shorter than Red. The moment the window rolled down, her gaze was clearly looking up, yet Red felt she was being looked down upon.

Her already nervous body was now trembling like a sieve.

“From now on, you have a job,” Gong Shayu’s red lips parted: “Keep an eye on Tu Si. Report any anomaly to me immediately.”

Red stared at Gong Shayu in confusion. She saw a sneaky-looking young man reflected in the black sunglasses. In that instant, she suddenly felt enlightened and found a dream—

To become the person sitting in that car!

Gong Shayu saw her remain silent for a long time. “Any questions?”

Red stammered: “N-no.”

Just as the car window was closing, Red mustered the courage to ask: “Excuse me, what… what counts as an anomaly?”

“That’s a good question. I’ve sent it to your phone. You have one hour to memorize and understand it.”

Red stared blankly at the receding Bentley, immersed in the joy that Gong Shayu had spoken so many words to her.

Only when the car disappeared at the end of the road did she belatedly open WeChat. The latest message contained thirty tightly packed rules for anomalous behavior.

Oh, my heavens, this is more brutal than the school rules!!!

…

During lunch, Red finally couldn’t hold it in and asked Tu Si, “Why is your sister’s surname Gong and yours Tu?”

Tu Si was puzzled: “Why do you ask ‘why’?”

Red: “…”

Yellow chewed on a pork rib: “It means they’re not biological sisters.”

Blue pondered: “Hmm, I don’t think they look alike either. But your sister is really good to you.”

Tu Si finished the food in her mouth, prepared to pick up another pork trotters, and glanced around. Seeing many people staring at her, she controlled her volume and whispered: “She’s my wife.”

“…”

“!!!”

“?##?”

Red, Yellow, and Blue turned into literal emoticons for the first time in front of Tu Si. The girl saw the frantic expression on their faces—the same look you’d have when running a red light and a car suddenly appears.

“Don’t tell anyone else this, because I can’t say it outside without her permission.”

I’m only telling you because I really can’t hold it in. I actually want to tell every human, animal, and plant in the whole school that Gong Shayu is my wife!!!

The Cuscuta spirit was no longer just speaking in bullet points. She had learned what she considered the human art of speaking half-truths and keeping the rest to herself.

Red, Yellow, and Blue looked at each other. The air, thick with the smell of green onions, seemed to freeze. Three minutes later, they finally let out a collective, heart-rending scream: “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

All three of them had seen Gong Shayu, especially Red. Miss Gong was practically a goddess in her eyes. Now, someone was telling them that the goddess was married, and to the person closest to them!

This feeling was akin to a devout believer suddenly discovering that the deity they worshiped day and night was actually the wife of Wang Mazi, the pancake seller next door???

Of course, Tu Si’s appearance was definitely not that of a “Wang Mazi.” She was simply so calm that while the others were digesting the shock of her words, she took the opportunity to eat two more pancakes.

The three people, who already followed Tu Si’s lead, now became even more obedient.

…

In the afternoon, after the acting class, Tu Si finally got the Peacock spirit’s invitation to join the dance club.

However, Tu Si’s off-key singing had become infamous at school through word-of-mouth, reaching an egregious level. It was said that the first time she arrived, her off-key singing made Director Ji cry. Since then, she could sleep brazenly in Director Ji’s class.

Therefore, her arrival sparked a frenzy of excitement in the dance club—the joy of watching a disaster unfold.

Representatives from various grades and majors came to record the event. It was as if capturing Tu Si’s latest moment of comedy was a hot topic. Of course, several soul-sketch artists were among them, ready to put Tu Si online and give her a savage makeover.

Representatives from the Director Department (at the top of the school’s professional food chain) and the Art Department (at the bottom) were both among the observers. Red, Yellow, and Blue took on the great expectations of the Photography Department and the Art Department—they had to capture footage no one else could. (1)

Red once again opened Gong Shayu’s WeChat, confirmed that the thirty rules did not include a requirement to report Tu Si’s talent performances, and confidently, boldly raised her phone.

“Have you ever seen her dance?”

“No.”

“What style is it?”

“It has to be Folk Dance. Sister Kong Meng invited her. She wouldn’t be interested in any other style, right?”

“Judging by her build, it looks a bit like ballet.”

“Modern.”

“Latin.”

“Classical.”

“…”

Tu Si was still negotiating with the Peacock in the changing room about her outfit. The area outside the dance studio was already packed with spectators. Everyone, holding a “mystery box” mindset, collectively added another 100 yuan to the betting pool…

Blue looked at the continuously growing betting chain in the group chat and concluded that Tu Si would definitely become incredibly famous, one way or another.

“Just wear this! Listen to me!” The Peacock couldn’t take it anymore. She couldn’t understand why Tu Si insisted on wearing a turtleneck sweater to dance hip-hop!

Tu Si gave her a hesitant look. The main reason was that Gong Shayu had repeatedly told her not to let others see her when she got out of the car this morning.

Finally, under Kong Meng’s sharp, peacock-like gaze, Tu Si reluctantly took off the turtleneck sweater, revealing the sports tank top underneath.

“OMG!!!”

Tu Si’s exposed skin was covered in hickeys. Her neck and abdomen were particularly shocking. The sight scared Kong Meng into an immediate peacock-display (a shocked reaction): “You! Who beat you up?”

“I’m warning you, don’t get too close to humans! And… this, tsk, tsk, tsk, did you not expose your true form during that… thing?”

Tu Si confidently shook her head and asked: “Should I still wear your outfit?”

The Peacock spirit retracted her feathers and rummaged through the cupboard, pulling out a white shirt to put under the oversized black T-shirt: “Here, wear this first. I’ll use some human magic to cover up those red marks.”

…

And so, Tu Si emerged just as the watching students’ resentment had reached a boiling point.

This was not a traditional performance but an audition for the dance club. It had already attracted dozens of onlookers, and the students who joined later were mainly there to place bets.

“Ah! My 100 yuan!”

“Nani! Is this modern dance?”

“Modern dance, hey, who’s still betting on modern dance?”

“Hey! Could it be street dance?”

“Looks like hip-hop—”

“Hey, you idiot! Do you see any female hip-hop dancers in the school’s street dance club?”

“…”

Blue had never seen or even heard of Tu Si dancing, so she hadn’t placed a bet. But no matter who won or lost today, she was poised to make two thousand from the pool.

“Bets are closed! Bets are closed! Showtime!”

Blue, afraid that everyone would tear her hair out if Tu Si bombed the audition, slipped into the dressing room one second before the music’s intro began.

“BANG!”

The first drum beat of the intro suddenly exploded. Tu Si slowly walked to the center of the studio. Regardless of how well she could dance, her posture screamed: “I’m so cool.”

She gave a slight smirk, the kind of wolf-cub grin only seen in underground battles.

Then, as the bass reverberated, her neck bone made a soft “click” as she tilted her head. Suddenly, her entire body seemed to have its spine removed—she arched back to the limit and sprang up like a coiled spring, her ponytail whipping a judge from the club in the face with a “slap.”

“Watch closely,” Tu Si said to the judge she had just hit with her braid.

The moment the music exploded, Tu Si’s joints seemed to collectively dislocate. A Wave began to spread from her left pinky, passing through her wrist as if an invisible hand was flipping it 360 degrees. By the time it reached her right shoulder, her entire body had become a perfect wave.

The audience, both inside and outside the studio, held their breath. Someone whispered: “Huh? Is she even human?!”

In the next second, Tu Si suddenly arched backward stiffly, like a zombie. Just before hitting the floor, synchronized with the dense drumbeats, she used her elbow to punctuate the rhythm.

“DONG!”

Her elbow joint and the bass drum sound simultaneously slammed onto the floor, kicking up a small cloud of dust.

Flexibility, wildness, power, and freedom were fully demonstrated in her few short eight counts.

Screams, whistles, and foot-stomping instantly erupted. Some people even jumped directly out of their seats, waving their coats and roaring.

Tu Si made a face and threw a flirtatious wink at them.

—The screaming intensified wildly.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Goddess!!!”

“AHHHH, kill me, freshman!!!”

“I’m dead!”