The Frail, Alluring O Always Wants Me to Mark Her (GL) - Chapter 4: 04
When the car pulled up in front of the Zhu family estate, Zhu Lexing was Browse the social media platforms of this world.
With six genders, the topics of conversation naturally underwent subtle changes. Amidst posts about how beautiful celebrity bare-faced photos were and how funny TV drama plots were, occasional blue-marked news flashes would appear about Omegas/Alphas unexpectedly going into heat, causing disturbances, making it seem as surreal as a movie.
After Browse some netizens’ comments, Zhu Lexing casually clicked to deactivate her account.
The original owner lived extravagantly; even without revealing her true identity, posting photos of scenery and food attracted tens of thousands of followers.
Zhu Lexing didn’t want to manage this account, and leaving it unattended risked being exposed, so she simply deactivated it, getting it over with once and for all.
She came back to her senses and noticed a woman with her hair done up standing outside the car window. Her appearance was ordinary but very approachable, and she seemed to have been waiting for a long time. Seeing Zhu Lexing look at her, the woman lowered her eyes and called out, “Miss.”
The identity of the newcomer was naturally clear: one of the Zhu family’s domestic helpers.
Zhu Lexing had hired several nannies before transmigrating, but none of them had ever called her “Miss.” She found it a bit hard to adapt. She responded indifferently, then saw the woman maintain her smile, opening the car door for her while effortlessly picking up her bag.
The sequence of actions was fluid; Zhu Lexing didn’t even have a chance to refuse. She could only step out and follow closely behind.
Behind the wrought-iron gate was the Zhu family’s four-story detached villa. The villa was grand, built like a castle. One side of the lawn had been converted into a garden, while the other side remained abruptly vacant.
Zhu Lexing didn’t understand architecture, but she became increasingly aware of the Zhu family’s wealth.
The door was ajar, but the woman made no further movement. Zhu Lexing, bewildered, mimicked her, standing motionless by the door, and then heard a sudden “Miss is back” from inside.
It was a female voice, not natural, but rather startled. This was like a spell; footsteps rushed in, the main door swung open, and servants scurried out of various rooms like moles, surrounding Zhu Lexing.
Some inquired about her well-being, some took the bag from the woman’s hand to return it to her room, some asked what she wanted for dinner, and some wanted to half-kneel to massage her legs.
When Zhu Lexing was finally settled on the sofa, surrounded by them, she finally came to her senses—
So, for that short distance from outside the villa to the front door, the Zhu family had a dedicated person to serve the original owner.
Zhu Lexing had never dreamed of such a scene, let alone the group of overly submissive and fawning servants gathered around her.
Her discomfort grew, and she unconsciously frowned.
A person with a sharp appearance, when not trying to please anyone, merely being lost in thought can seem like they’re mocking others.
Everyone collectively stopped their movements. Zhu Lexing was clueless but tentatively asked, “You guys, stay away from me, can you…?”
The inquiring “can you?” hadn’t finished when the servant who met her gaze retreated several steps in horror, as if she were some man-eating demon.
Looking at the others, as they all retreated, their inner thoughts were written all over their faces.
Although Zhu Lexing wasn’t universally loved in modern times, she still ranked high in annual popularity surveys. When had anyone ever gone out of their way to avoid her?
She hated the system.
After a chaotic scene, everyone returned to their places. The living room was empty and large, the chaotic footsteps faded, and there was no sound except for the news on TV.
No one came to disturb her, and Zhu Lexing finally had some peace and quiet. She wanted to go upstairs, but the system, like a ghost behind her, reminded her: [Yan Mian is expected to return to the Zhu family in twenty minutes. Please prepare, Host.]
Zhu Lexing: ??
The system was laconic: [Your current score is zero. If you do not complete the daily tasks, you will be deducted 1 point.]
And negative points meant electrocution.
Zhu Lexing immediately stiffened by the armrest, and after a long while, she gritted her back teeth and walked downstairs as if treading on knives.
She hated the system!
Around seven o’clock, the long table was fully set with dishes. Zhu Lexing scanned the table; there was every kind of dish imaginable, but only one set of bowls and chopsticks.
“Where’s Yan Mian’s?”
As soon as she spoke, a scene suddenly appeared in Zhu Lexing’s mind:
It was months ago, at the dining table, “Zhu Lexing” and Yan Mian having their first meal face to face.
During the twenty-minute meal, “Zhu Lexing” smashed eight plates, one of which even shattered on the floor right by Yan Mian’s ear, nearly hitting her.
Yan Mian didn’t even touch her food, becoming a target for a half-hour tantrum. It was this dramatic scene that made all the Zhu family’s domestic helpers understand the true status of the ambiguously identified Miss Yan.
From that day on, no one dared to set a place for Yan Mian anymore.
Yan Mian also began to “avoid suspicion” with Zhu Lexing, locking herself in her room to eat after arriving home early. When the original owner found out, she casually fired the servant who brought her food, and the matter never caused a stir in the Zhu family again.
Zhu Lexing genuinely didn’t expect the original owner to be so deranged—not even allowing Yan Mian at the dinner table.
Her face darkened. The servants behind her sensed something was wrong but couldn’t pinpoint it, only whispering, “Miss Yan Mian hasn’t eaten with you for a long time.”
The implication was that it made no difference if a place wasn’t set.
“Zhu Lexing’s” disgust for Yan Mian was evident to all. With the fired servant as a precedent, no one dared to speak up, no matter how much they pitied Yan Mian. Some even intentionally tripped Yan Mian up to curry favor with Zhu Lexing.
Over time, the ignored one was still only Yan Mian.
After a long silence, Zhu Lexing finally spoke: “Go prepare for her. It will be the same from now on.”
“If she lives in the Zhu family, she is a guest of the Zhu family. Call her ‘Miss,’ and treat her as you would treat me.”
Her voice was cold, her gaze sharp as a knife as she scanned everyone. The servants were all silent as cicadas, not daring to exchange glances, but simultaneously had the same thought—
Is Zhu Lin coming back, or has Zhu Lexing gone mad?
Otherwise, how to explain this sudden shift in tone?
In the almost deadly silence, the door suddenly opened.
Yan Mian ascended the steps, standing quietly in the entryway, trailing inky light behind her. Her entire neck was sweating, and the bag on her shoulder, though not thick, appeared thousands of pounds heavy against her pale complexion, as if it could crush the frail, willow-like girl at any moment.
The moment Zhu Lexing saw Yan Mian, her indignation deflated like a punctured balloon.
She rose somewhat hastily, wanting to show concern, but felt that anything she said would be met with aversion.
Instead, as soon as Yan Mian was looked at by her, she instinctively dodged her gaze, lowering her head.
Between breaths, Zhu Lexing composed herself, then glanced at the man standing several meters from Yan Mian by the entrance, who showed no inclination to help her with her bag: “Didn’t you hear what I said? Do you forget how to walk when she comes back?”
No one in the Zhu family would defy Zhu Lexing’s will.
Like precise machines, everyone was programmed with the instruction to care for Yan Mian and began to operate again in sync. Bowls and chopsticks were placed before Zhu Lexing within moments, and the kitchen staff worked overtime to prepare a second portion of dessert.
Everything became orderly. Yan Mian didn’t even have time to refuse; regardless of how anyone had treated her that day, a smile appeared on their faces.
With Zhu Lexing’s resounding words, “a guest of the Zhu family,” still echoing in her ears, Yan Mian felt a surge of disgust. She clenched her knuckles, staring directly at Zhu Lexing.
Unless absolutely necessary, she didn’t want to owe the Zhu family anything.
“I can do it myself.” This was the first time in months Yan Mian had met Zhu Lexing’s gaze. Her voice was steady, but her heart beat several times faster than usual: “Please don’t trouble them with such a small matter.”
Yan Mian was not articulate; this rare refusal was already considered “resistance.”
Zhu Lexing was watched by those trembling eyes, and deep down, she knew how difficult it was for Yan Mian to speak up.
A soft corner of her heart was touched. Her lips moved slightly, and Zhu Lexing was about to offer comfort, but the accursed system unseasonably reminded her: [There are 4 hours and 55 minutes remaining until the end of today’s daily tasks.]
A bucket of cold water poured from the heavens, extinguishing Zhu Lexing’s misplaced pity. Fantasizing about the pain of electrocution, she stared at Yan Mian—or rather, at the golden patterns carved on the door behind her.
A series of daily tasks appeared in the air. Zhu Lexing chose a fill-in-the-blank question and said expressionlessly: “Heh, woman, you can?”
“It’s good to know your place. Understand your identity, you are nothing but a—”
Author’s Note:
Just my future wife x!