The Domineering CEO, but a Crybaby! - Chapter 5
Chapter 5: Change of Clothes
“Baby, a plaything needs to know its place.”
“Boss, what’s wrong?”
Su Ming was startled by the sound of He Shu slapping the cabinet door and nervously looked at her hand.
These glass cabinet doors were custom-made and very sturdy; hitting them like that could easily hurt her hand.
He Shu’s hand was fine; it was her heart that was hurting!
Not only had her dog-walking dream been shattered, but ‘dog-walking’ would probably become a nightmare from now on. If she were ever forced to ‘walk dogs’… the image, she really didn’t dare to imagine.
And she couldn’t do it!
He Shu leaned against the cabinet door, close to tears. Just a moment ago, she thought that if the items in this cabinet forced her to use them in the plot, she would choose to die.
Now, looking at it, compared to ‘dog-walking,’ wearing a few ‘small accessories’ was nothing.
Su Ming saw that He Shu wasn’t responding, and her face was getting worse, looking very distressed, her eyes even red.
She quickly stepped forward: “Boss, are you feeling unwell somewhere? Should I call Doctor Pei to come and check?”
He Shu gave a bitter smile. No doctor she called could save her; that perverted Pei might even accelerate her demise.
She was about to wave her hand and tell the person she was fine when she heard a prompt in her mind again.
West Mountain Villa, Scene One plot is about to begin. Host, please prepare the following props as soon as possible and enter the designated scene.
He Shu glanced at the prop prompt; it was for her to pick out an outfit in this room.
She had already read the next part of the plot, which was to have Cen Qianyi change clothes, and the other party would refuse.
Originally, she was relieved that this plot was quite simple, but she didn’t expect the suicidal part to be that the person was locked in the ‘dog room.’
She also blamed herself for her bad reading habits, skipping over environmental descriptions unrelated to the main plot. Just now, in her haste to know the next plot, she only read the dialogue and events.
She had no idea what this ‘dog room’ was like… but hearing the name, He Shu’s mind automatically brought up scary things like dog cages and chains.
“Boss?”
Su Ming didn’t get a response and grew more confused. She followed He Shu’s gaze to the door leading to the dog room. Was there something wrong?
Thinking about it, Boss had been acting unusually ever since she met the person inside.
Could she have been infected by that person… but Doctor Pei said the other party only had a fever from a common viral infection.
In her hesitation, He Shu turned to look at her, her eyes strange and her emotions complex.
He Shu was truly puzzled. This lackey of hers seemed quite normal; how could she help her, a pervert, do these things?
Seeing that this person felt completely comfortable in this room and showed no discomfort when she said she sent someone to the dog room, was she inherently a pervert, or did money make people perverted?
Unfortunately, she hadn’t seen any related descriptions of her in the original novel yet.
Looking at the concern in the other person’s eyes, He Shu pointed to the side.
“Pick out an outfit.”
Now was not the time to discuss why the lackey was also ‘perverted’; she still had to survive first.
The more of this plot she went through, the less she wanted to start over, because starting over meant she would have to do those ‘perverted’ things again.
Su Ming breathed a sigh of relief when He Shu finally acknowledged her. Hearing the command, she immediately went to do it.
He Shu didn’t want to look at the clothes on the mannequins; not a single one was decent or covered everything.
Anyway, the system didn’t require her to pick it herself.
She continued to look at her reflection in the cabinet. Just now, she suddenly realized something: the face reflected in the glass looked similar to her, but there were some differences.
“System, what’s going on? Why does the pervert in this book look like me?”
This body certainly wasn’t hers; the system had already said her body was cremated in her original world.
Host, when a paper character is infused with your soul, it will conform to your facial features, except for certain unique descriptions in the book that cannot be changed.
For example, common novel descriptions like moles under the female lead’s eyes, on her nose tip, behind her ears, or on her collarbone, and birthmarks on various parts of her body shaped like flowers, moons, or stars.
These wouldn’t change.
In the original novel, He Shu, a perverted cannon fodder, didn’t have much physical description from the author. It just so happened that He Shu’s own eye shape matched the author’s brief mention of ‘narrow and deep,’ so her current appearance was very close to her own.
However, since she was a CEO, her facial features were slightly sharpened, making her look more mature and heroic.
He Shu wasn’t happy. This was worse than a strange face; looking at her own face, she felt even more like she was the pervert from the original novel.
“Boss, I’ve picked one. Is this alright?”
Su Ming quickly picked out an outfit.
He Shu snapped back to reality and looked down at the clothes draped over her arm: a rose-red long dress. The fabric seemed quite ample and complete.
He Shu quietly breathed a sigh of relief. It was much better than the few dresses she had glimpsed earlier that only covered the vital parts.
She took it, silently giving her lackey a rating in her mind: not too perverted yet.
At least not as perverted as the original owner. She suddenly understood now why these three rooms were connected.
Imagine ‘her’ waking up, opening the door, coming to this room to pick out ‘clothes’ and ‘props,’ and then proceeding all the way to the dog room to ‘train the dog.’
This entire flow of movement, how fast, reasonable, and perverted… He Shu got goosebumps just thinking about it.
She turned to look at Su Ming, who was patiently waiting for her next instruction.
“Don’t call it… the dog room anymore.”
Although Su Ming didn’t understand why He Shu was so sudden, she immediately complied: “Okay, Boss. What should I change it to?”
“Pet room.”
…
Burying her head in the sand, seeking a sliver of comfort.
It was barely there.
Even if it were changed to ‘heaven,’ He Shu wouldn’t dare to enter…
After Su Ming left, He Shu took ten deep breaths, praying to every deity she could think of.
This also included a dog she had once owned, a Samoyed known as the “smiling angel.”
She hoped her angel would bless her from dog heaven… After all, it was a ‘dog room’ plot, and as a dog angel, it should be a professional match.
In the last second of the countdown, He Shu closed her eyes, pushed open the door, entered, closed the door, and covered her eyes, all in one smooth motion!
The room was silent. He Shu cautiously opened her eyes just a slit, peeking out through her fingers. Not daring to look too much at once, she slowly shifted her gaze from the right corner.
The walls were normal, beige plain wallpaper. The window behind the sheer curtain was normal, a normal size for a human bedroom. The curtains in the corner were a fresh light green color, normal!
Initially, there didn’t seem to be anything perverted about it. He Shu let out half of the breath she had been holding. The rest was sucked back in when she saw the large iron cage by the curtain.
It was sucked back so quickly that she started coughing violently.
She knew it! Since it was called the ‘dog room,’ how could there not be something special!
Finally stopping her coughing, He Shu straightened up and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. Now with a clear vision, she took in the entire room, understanding it thoroughly.
The room was normal, the decor even a bit cozy, with all the furniture in warm tones.
Even that large iron cage was painted beige, and it was tied with all sorts of small stuffed animals.
And in the middle of the room, there was a huge circular ‘dog bed,’ shaped and colored like toast, twice the size of a human mattress.
Cen Qianyi lay inside, a small bundle. She seemed to have just heard the movement, slowly opening her eyes, which were filled with confusion.
He Shu’s heart suddenly leaped. She cautiously reached out and waved at the person from a distance, but the other party seemed not to see her, just staring straight ahead, her gaze unfocused.
Good. Ara-Leaf No. 1 was working. She wouldn’t be able to see all day.
He Shu spoke according to the prompt.
“Little blind one, are you awake?”
As the words fell, countless ‘killing intent knives’ instantly condensed in the air, their blades all pointing directly at her, so close they almost poked her eyeballs!
He Shu was so scared she turned and ran. As her hand pressed on the doorknob, a sharp alarm sounded in her mind.
Escaping the scene is a serious violation. The character will be erased!
He Shu suddenly froze. She had forgotten that she could run before because the scene’s plot had already been completed, and she had freedom to do anything during the unscripted time in the book.
Not now. She was in the scene; she couldn’t run!
He Shu’s tears immediately fell. This killing intent was even scarier than in the hospital. The surrounding temperature plummeted; she felt like she had entered an ice cellar.
The voice from behind her was even more terrifyingly cold.
“Where is this?”
He Shu looked back and saw the now-awake person fumbling with the cushion beneath her, the chains on her hands clanking.
The moment Cen Qianyi awakened, she remembered everything and recognized the person at the door as the woman from the hospital.
Clearly, she was no longer in the hospital.
She looked down at her hands. The original handcuffs were gone, replaced by an iron chain.
It was painted beige and hung with various colored stuffed animals… a hint of confusion flashed in her eyes.
“A fun place, I guarantee you’ll like it.”
He Shu finished her line. Looking at Cen Qianyi’s weak, powerless fumbling with the chain and the confusion in her eyes, she calmed down.
It seemed that the muscle relaxant hadn’t worn off yet; otherwise, with such strong killing intent, she would have killed her instantly.
Thinking of this, He Shu was also a bit confused. The system said this muscle relaxant only lasted three days, so why did the plot between them in the original novel last longer than three days? Cen Qianyi could move, so why didn’t she kill her immediately?
And just stayed by her side, letting her play?
Could it be… He Shu’s heart suddenly skipped a beat, her eyes widening. Oh my god, could she have become ‘addicted’ after three days of playing?
Could she, could she possibly, really be an M?!
As this possibility came to mind, some things suddenly shifted!
So, the reason she wanted to kill her earlier than in the original novel was because she didn’t hit hard enough, or didn’t lick enough?
Once this thought entered her mind, He Shu’s gaze towards Cen Qianyi changed…
The dialogue reminder in her mind interrupted her thoughts.
He Shu temporarily suppressed this sprawling line of thought and continued to speak.
“I carefully picked out an outfit for you. Do you like it?”
He Shu, matching the dialogue, raised her hand and gestured with the item in her hand.
“Oh, I forgot you can’t see.”
After saying that, following the action prompt, she let out an exaggerated laugh, a laugh uglier than a cry.
“It doesn’t matter, as long as I like it. Are you willing to put it on for me?”
He Shu breathed a sigh of relief after speaking. This plot was simple. She just had to wait for Cen Qianyi to refuse, then drop the line, ‘Baby, a plaything needs to know its place,’ and she could leave.
After this plot ended, she had to quickly read the original novel to find out why Cen Qianyi stayed by her side, this pervert, without leaving…
If she really liked being an M, then she was sorry, but to save her life, she could also exert some serious effort when lashing out.
“I like it. Put it on for me.”
He Shu heard the other party speak and was about to read her line when the line suddenly disappeared.
He Shu, realizing what happened: ?!!!
No, what did Cen Qianyi just say?
She likes it? Put it on for her?
He Shu looked down at the clothes in her hand, her eyes suddenly red with anger!
“System, why isn’t she following the plot again?! What do I do now!”
The long-gone system reappeared shakily online, its high-pitched, low-pitched voice sounding like a bad connection again.
Improvise.
After saying that, it immediately went offline. It couldn’t stand the killing intent.
He Shu really wanted to spit bl00d. She didn’t want to improvise this part! She just wanted to quickly end this plot and get out of this door!
She looked at Cen Qianyi, what was wrong with her? Was her nightgown uncomfortable?
However, the camisole nightgown she was wearing did indeed have very little fabric, exposing large areas of skin. Was she cold?
He Shu looked down at the clothes in her hand. This outfit certainly seemed to have much more fabric; putting it on would indeed make her warmer.
She picked up the clothes and unfolded them. After seeing the specific details of the dress, He Shu felt like she was going to spit bl00d.
Good heavens! Su Ming, that lackey, she had thought too highly of her. To choose such an outfit, she was simply the pervert among perverts!
When she had taken the dress, it was folded in half, so she hadn’t seen the front of it clearly.
This dress was indeed a tight-fitting, long one-piece dress. Its length could cover her buttocks, and the back looked very normal. Who would have thought! The front! The entire chest area was mesh!
It looked like it was spliced with black fishnet stockings!
And the mesh holes weren’t small; at least a pinky finger could fit through!
“System, system, come out quickly! Can I go out and pick another outfit?”
Escape from the plot scene is prohibited before the plot ends.
“I’m not trying to escape, I want to change into a different outfit!”
No matter how much she called, the system wouldn’t respond.
He Shu could only give up. She looked back at Cen Qianyi. Seeing the other party’s unfocused, light purple eyes, He Shu truly wished she could suddenly see now and examine the dress herself!
After thinking for a moment, to prevent the other party from thinking she was deliberately not giving her clothes to wear and holding it against her, she honestly but tactfully described the dress to her: “This dress is a bit revealing. It doesn’t cover what it should.”
It wasn’t just that it didn’t cover; it practically put everything on display.
He Shu, with a hint of a sob in her voice, asked: “Are you sure you want to wear it?”
“I’ll wear it.”