Using Beauty to Commit Crimes (Lily ABO) - Chapter 3
“Peng Chong is a bit anxious…” Cheng Sihe noticed the doubt in Jiang Yan’s eyes.
“…That boy,” she quickly added.
“The change in environment and the approaching differentiation period have made him very tense and wary. He’s had some issues with eating and sleeping, but don’t worry, I’ve already had a psychologist talk to him and he’s had a full physical. His pheromone concentration in his bl00d is within the normal range, so there are no major problems.”
Jiang Yan pulled up her shirt sleeve, and Cheng Sihe skillfully helped her tie the medical rubber tubing. Jiang Yan bit off the needle cap with her teeth and, without even blinking, injected the inhibitor into her bulging vein.
The cold inhibitor began to spread through her body along the vein, like a cold, ruthless water snake coiling around her arm. Powerful muscles constantly contracted and constricted, and hard scales scraped against the inner walls of her bl00d vessels. The sensation made her shudder and feel sick to her stomach.
Even with two lifetimes combined, Jiang Yan had injected inhibitor hundreds of times, but she still couldn’t get used to this awful feeling.
Jiang Yan gritted her teeth and endured the most painful part, exhaling with a pale, trembling face.
She really needed to get rid of those irrelevant things quickly.
“Where is the Beauty?” Jiang Yan liked to call the girl that; she deserved it.
Even when she was swamped with work, Beauty’s overly beautiful face and the question of whether her d1ck was really big enough still crowded her mind.
Of course, there was also Beauty’s warm breath when she leaned in to speak, which directly led to Jiang Yan’s frequent distractions, the very obvious smile lingering on her lips, and even the significantly increased frequency of unconsciously touching her earlobe.
More importantly, it made her exceptionally look forward to tonight’s entertainment.
Jiang Yan tossed the empty syringe into the trash. A drop of bl00d beaded from the injection site. Cheng Sihe handed her a sterile cotton swab, and she haphazardly wiped it twice and was done.
“She… she’s fine.” Cheng Sihe’s tone was a little hesitant. Jiang Yan looked at her, puzzled.
“She came and asked you,” Cheng Sihe decided to tell the truth.
“Is CEO Jiang always this busy?”
Su Yi came to ask her on the third night of staying in the villa.
She stood under the extremely flamboyant Tom Dixon rose gold combined lava lamps and looked completely unchanged. Cheng Sihe still remembered how she felt the moment she saw her.
“Beauty” had, of course, been completely made over. Cheng Sihe had found a professional stylist to create looks for the two young ones. Even a brick wall in the Jiang family’s house was exceptionally exquisite and beautiful, let alone two living people.
Su Yi was no longer wearing the light blue orphanage-issued dress, made of cheap, rough fabric, with a tasteless cut, and faded from washing.
She had been changed into a black sleeveless full-skirted dress, covered in heavy gold thread brocade embroidery and decorated with thousands of pearls. The multi-layered skirt resembled blooming dahlias clustered around her thighs.
It was a dress that would shine brilliantly even on a star-studded red carpet.
And her hair, like rich ink, cascaded over her shoulders, subtle waves like dark clouds framing her bright, fair face. The stylist had put in a lot of effort.
But all these adornments seemed insignificant in front of her beautiful face. Her excessively striking beauty directly overwhelmed all these superficial embellishments, like a diamond whose astonishing quality doesn’t change regardless of its setting or packaging.
Cheng Sihe even felt that her bare feet, with slender ankles that seemed as if they could be encircled by a thumb and forefinger, stepping on the dark red carpet, were even more alluring.
“…Yes.” Cheng Sihe forced herself to look away from Su Yi. She suddenly felt lucky that she was just a Beta.
“You can tell me if you have any needs or questions.”
“Any?” Su Yi confirmed.
Cheng Sihe particularly regretted saying that at the time.
“She asked you,” Cheng Sihe paused, her voice almost squeezed out from between her lips, “if you’re a… pedophile…”