Chapter 16: The Fake Heiress of the Wealthy Family (Part 16)

Shi Xu felt a sense of powerlessness rise in her heart.

In the face of such a situation with Shen Ke, she couldn’t provide any help at all.

“Baby, if only I were a bit more useful.” Then you wouldn’t have to hear those words.

Shen Ke heard this and smacked her palm on Shi Xu’s shoulder. “If you want to feel useful, skip class today and take me out to play.”

Naturally, Shi Xu wouldn’t refuse any request from Shen Ke.

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After changing into casual clothes, Shi Xu sat on the bed and opened her phone to search for fun places to go.

Amusement park? Too cliché.

Aquarium? Not fun.

Movie? Even more boring.

At that moment, Shen Ke had just finished doing her makeup—or what could barely be called makeup. She only applied a layer of sunscreen, covered her slightly red eye sockets, and topped it off with some lipstick.

She turned her head and saw Shi Xu playing on her phone. Shen Ke frowned in displeasure. “Shi Xu!”

Shi Xu immediately put down her phone and looked up. “What’s wrong, Baby?”

Shen Ke walked over. She had changed into a pink-and-white ballet-style short skirt, with a white pearl necklace adorning her slender neck.

Her long, wavy hair cascaded down, tied on both sides with light pink butterfly bows.

Shi Xu took one look and couldn’t tear her eyes away.

Shen Ke let out a light hum. “You’re not even watching me do my makeup.”

Shi Xu stood up, her gaze locked firmly on Shen Ke. “Sorry, Baby. I was just looking up where we should go next.” So cute. Just looking at her made it clear how fragrant and soft she was.

She wanted to kiss her.

Shen Ke pursed her lips. “Forget it. Come help me put on my socks.” With that, Shen Ke sat on the bed and pointed to the long socks placed nearby.

She didn’t like wearing long socks—they were a bit of a hassle—but a pretty little skirt needed the complete look.

Anyway, with Shi Xu around, as long as Shi Xu didn’t act up, she made a perfect servant.

Shi Xu’s eyes widened suddenly as she stared at Shen Ke’s long, slender legs. She quickly grabbed the white long socks, half-squatted on the ground, her every movement overly hasty, as if afraid Shen Ke would change her mind.

She could hardly believe it—Shen Ke was actually rewarding her like this.

Shen Ke wiggled her feet. “Hurry up.”

Shi Xu’s hands trembled as she grasped Shen Ke’s foot. Her own skin was dark, while Shen Ke’s was so fair it dazzled the eyes. Through the pale skin, faint blue veins were visible on the back of her foot. The contrast made Shen Ke’s foot look especially erotic.

She slipped the white long sock on, then pulled it up along her leg.

She watched as the white fabric gradually covered that slender section of leg, finally stopping at the thigh. When she let go, the edge of the sock gripped the thigh, squeezing out a soft curve in the flesh.

So erotic.

Baby, how are you perfect from head to toe?

Shi Xu took a deep breath, then did the same for Shen Ke’s other foot. The heat surging through her was almost overwhelming.

In front of Shen Ke, she had no self-control at all.

After helping Shen Ke put them on, Shi Xu stood up and asked, “Baby, where are your shoes? I’ll put them on for you.”

Shen Ke naturally wouldn’t refuse someone offering to serve her. She pointed outside. “They’re out there—a pair of white little leather shoes.”

Shi Xu hurried out the door.

Shen Ke felt a bit puzzled. What was up with Shi Xu? Why so rushed? Her voice had sounded so hoarse earlier too. Was she sick?

But even if Shi Xu was sick, she wouldn’t care.

Shen Ke looked down at the long socks now properly on and nodded in satisfaction. It really was convenient not having to do it herself.

Before long, Shi Xu came back with the little leather shoes, squatted down, and slipped them onto Shen Ke’s feet. She looked up, her gaze unusually deep. “Baby, is there anything else you need?” Even against her wheat-colored skin, the flush was visible, along with her somewhat heavy breathing.

Shen Ke bit her lower lip. She’d seen Shi Xu in this state before—last time in the bathroom. Thinking of that scene made Shen Ke’s face heat up uncontrollably.

Her eyelashes trembled as she stood up and huffed angrily. “Dead Pervert! Don’t act up!”

Shi Xu chuckled lowly. So cute—calling her arousal “acting up.”

As Shen Ke stood, Shi Xu looked aggrieved. “Baby, I’m not acting up. You know that. I just like you too much, but I won’t force you to do anything.”

“Right, Baby, where do you want to go? Amusement park or something?”

Shi Xu quickly changed the subject. She helped Shen Ke put on her bag and waited for her answer.

Sure enough, Shen Ke’s attention shifted. She shook her head, frowned in thought for a moment, and realized there really wasn’t anywhere fun.

Seeing Shen Ke like this, Shi Xu knew she couldn’t think of anything. Her eyes fell on the racing car model in the room, and an idea struck her. She remembered there was a race tonight.

So she asked, “Baby, do you want to go watch a car race?”

Car race? Shen Ke blinked. “Sure! Let’s do that!” She had never seen one.

Shi Xu ran downstairs and shouted, “Dad, didn’t someone give you tickets to a car race? Give me two. I’m taking my friend to see it.”

Shi Dad, who was tinkering with parts, didn’t look up. “Probably in the apron pocket. Find them yourself.”

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“Boss, Miss Shen took the day off today.” The assistant handed over photos taken that day to Shen Yi.

Shen Yi hummed, closed her file, and took the photos from the assistant. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she examined them closely.

Looking at the two youthful yet perfectly matched figures in the photos, Shen Yi set them down. “Cancel this afternoon’s schedule.”

It seemed Shen Ke was stronger than she’d imagined.

The public opinion had already fermented, and the school was rife with malicious gossip.

But Shen Ke hadn’t come to her, nor gone to the Shen Family. Instead, she skipped school and went out with some shady character.

Dressed so prettily, too.

Little Ke, not listening again.

That kid from the Yue Family last time too—Little Ke always had annoying flies buzzing around her.

At 7:30 p.m., Shi Xu brought Shen Ke to the race venue.

Since it was a night event, it didn’t start until 8:00.

They arrived a bit late, and the spots with good views were already taken.

Shen Ke was led to a seat a bit further back. She frowned in displeasure and complained to Shi Xu. “This is all your fault. If you hadn’t been so slow buying stuff, we wouldn’t be stuck back here!”

Shi Xu took out the drinks she’d bought, stuck in a straw, and handed one to Shen Ke. “Sorry, Baby. Next time, I’ll run.”

Shen Ke glanced at it and turned her head away. “Hold it for me. I’ll drink it later.”

As she spoke, Shen Ke suddenly shivered. She looked around, feeling like someone was watching her.

Noticing Shen Ke’s unease, Shi Xu asked, “What’s wrong, Baby?”

Shen Ke pursed her red lips and whispered in Shi Xu’s ear. “I feel like someone’s been staring at me.”

Shi Xu whispered back, “Because you’re too pretty, Baby. Everyone wants to look at you.”

Shi Xu wasn’t lying. From the moment they stepped out, heads had turned constantly—alarmingly so.

Fortunately, most looks were appreciative. Otherwise, she might have lost it and started swinging.

Shi Xu’s breath tickled her ear, making it itch. Shen Ke pulled away from Shi Xu, rubbed her ear, and shot her an annoyed glare. Her big cat-like eyes sparkled, both playful and adorable. “You’re so annoying!” Shi Xu always said stuff like that.

The tension she’d felt earlier vanished with Shi Xu’s words.

Shen Ke smacked Shi Xu’s arm. “Keep it up, and I’ll kick you again.” Her red lips parted and closed, made strikingly vivid and alluring by the lipstick.

On a high platform nearby, obscured by a large thin curtain, Shen Yi watched Shen Ke silently.

A dark emotion filled her narrow eyes.

Seeing her in person was far more stunning than the stiff photos.

In the crowd, dressed in a pink-and-white short skirt and white long socks, Shen Ke was dazzlingly beautiful.

At that moment on the track, the racers one by one approached their cars.

When a tall woman in a tight black leather suit, with wine-red long wavy hair, stepped onto the field, the entire venue erupted.

Screams and cheers pierced the sky.

“It’s Miss Yu!!!”

This sudden turn shocked Shen Ke a bit. She turned her gaze to the track.

Once she saw who it was, her face soured, and her tone turned displeased. “What bad luck. It’s actually Shen Yu.” That hypocritical bitch Shen Yu actually had this much popularity—it irritated Shen Ke even more.

Anyway, the Shen Family had already kicked her out, so she didn’t need to call her Big Sis or Second Sis anymore.

Shi Xu said, “If you don’t like it, Baby, we can leave.”

But Shen Ke huffed. “No way. I want to stay and watch Shen Yu make a fool of herself.”

Shi Xu, of course, went along with Shen Ke unconditionally.

She had no interest in the race, but as long as she was with Shen Ke, anything was fine.

Like right now—Shen Ke watched the race, and she watched Shen Ke.

Her straight little nose, long curled lashes, the sweet scent on her…

Her Baby was too perfect.

Shi Xu’s infatuation was plain as day in her eyes.

But Shen Ke didn’t notice. Her attention was fully on the race.

Shen Yu’s red race car sped like a ghost, leaving all the others in the dust.

No one could catch up.

Without suspense, Shen Yu took first place.

As the cheers on the track surged again, Shen Ke angrily grabbed the drink beside her and took a sip.

Shen Yu really did have skills. Was it her imagination, or had she just locked eyes with Shen Yu?

The thought flashed by, and Shen Ke didn’t dwell on it.

The drink hit her tongue—bitter peach flavor. She wrinkled her nose. So gross.

“Baby, you drank my drink.” Shi Xu’s voice came from beside her.

Shen Ke looked down and saw she was holding a pink canned drink. Checking the label, it was a fruit wine.

Alcohol, huh. No wonder it tasted awful.

Unhappily, she handed it back to Shi Xu. “Shi Xu, I need to use the bathroom. Come with me.”

Bathroom.

Shen Ke finished washing her hands and stepped out, waiting at the door for Shi Xu.

Everyone was watching the race now, so the hallway was empty.

After standing there a bit, her head started feeling dizzy, and her body grew warm.

Shen Ke looked down at her little leather shoes and mumbled, “Am I just tired?” She’d been pissed off all day, cried for so long, and hadn’t rested. Probably exhaustion.

As she pondered this,

Suddenly, the crisp click of leather shoes echoed in the empty hallway.

Shen Ke didn’t pay it much mind at first, until the footsteps grew closer and finally stopped right in front of her.

A shadow fell over her, and a magnetic yet exceptionally cold female voice came from above. “Little Ke.”

The voice made Shen Ke freeze. She slowly raised her head.

She met Shen Yi’s narrow eyes behind silver-rimmed glasses.

Deep and chilling.

Shen Ke clenched her fingers. “B-Big Sis.” Seeing Shen Yi’s face brought back the scenes she’d deliberately buried—Shen Yi kissing her lips, biting her nape. These weren’t things a sister would do.

Shen Yi was a madwoman.

Shen Yi said lowly, “Come with me.” Her tone brooked no argument.

Shen Ke pursed her lips. “I-I have to wait for my friend.”

Shen Yi lowered her lashes slightly and reached out with slender fingers to brush Shen Ke’s bangs. A cold fragrance wafted from the touch, making Shen Ke tremble all over.

“Little Ke, don’t make me say it again.”

Shen Ke’s fear of Shen Yi was rooted deep. She couldn’t resist at all.

When Shen Yi stepped forward, Shen Ke followed with difficulty.

Shen Yi led her to a room.

It seemed like a lounge of some sort, with a bed, sofa, TV—everything one might need.

Shen Yi sat on the sofa, her expression indifferent. She said lowly, “Come here.”

Shen Ke naturally didn’t want to, but looking into Shen Yi’s dark eyes made her heart race with panic.

Shen Ke’s expression was listless, clearly unhappy.

She shuffled over to Shen Yi at an excruciatingly slow pace.

Back when she was still the Shen Family’s Third Miss, she’d feared Shen Yi. Now that she had no backing at all, she feared her even more.

Standing before Shen Yi, Shen Ke kept her head down, one hand clutching the arm of the other, her voice tiny. “Big Sis, w-what do you want with me?”

“Little Ke, do you want me to help suppress the public opinion?”

Shen Yi sat on the sofa and said this to Shen Ke standing before her.

Shen Ke bit her red lip. Of course she wanted to, but Shen Yi wouldn’t help her without reason.

Shen Ke didn’t notice that the skin exposed outside her clothes had already flushed pink. At that moment, she presented herself before Shen Yi in an utterly alluring pose.

Shen Yi’s gaze was inscrutable. She said again, “If you want it, then kiss me.”

These words made Shen Ke snap her head up. She felt her mind go blank. Her eyes widened, her red lips parted and closed repeatedly, but she couldn’t utter a single word for the longest time.

Shen Yi leaned back against the sofa’s armrest, her expression cold and detached. “It’s just a kiss.”

“After you kiss me, I can help you quash the public backlash. For Little Ke, it’s a bargain, isn’t it?” Her tone was casual, as if she were merely commenting on the fine weather.

Shen Ke couldn’t stop nibbling her lower lip. Her mind spun dizzily for no apparent reason, and heat kept building in her body. She had no strength left.

In her current state, she didn’t want to think too hard.

What Shen Yi said made sense. It was only kissing Shen Yi— they’d done it before anyway, so what was the big deal?

Once she kissed her, all those nasty rumors about her would be suppressed. Shen Yi had the power to make that happen.

Silence stretched on until, after a long while, a soft voice echoed in the empty room. “Okay.”

Shen Yi’s eyes suddenly darkened to an intense black.

So foolish, Little Ke.

Too easy to dupe.

Shen Yi removed her glasses and shrugged off her black vest, leaving only her white fitted shirt.

Her index finger tapped lightly against her thigh. “Little Ke, come here.” Without the glasses to shield them, her eyes were fully revealed—cold and sinister like a snake’s.

Shen Yi’s meaning was plain as day.

Shen Ke’s body trembled faintly. She gritted her teeth and climbed onto her lap.

Shen Ke’s cheeks burned red, her eyes shimmering with tears like a clear spring stirred into seductive ripples.

With Shen Ke so close, mere inches away, Shen Yi reached out and gripped her slender waist. Her expression remained unchanged. Her pale, thin lips parted slightly as she spoke. “Have you been drinking?” There was a faint whiff of alcohol, barely detectable.

Perched on Shen Yi’s lap, Shen Ke shook her head at first, then nodded. “Just a little.”

Shen Yi’s fingers lightly caressed the delicate fabric at Shen Ke’s waist. So she had been drinking—no wonder she didn’t seem so terrified.

Normally, Shen Ke would have burst into tears in a situation like this.

Now sitting higher, Shen Ke loomed over her a bit. Shen Yi tilted her face up slightly, fixing her gaze on Shen Ke’s flushed lips. In a soft voice, she commanded, “Kiss me.”

Shen Ke pursed her lips, lost in thought as she stared motionlessly at Shen Yi’s mouth.

Shen Yi was patient. She didn’t press Shen Ke but simply let her stare.

Yet those eyes remained locked on Shen Ke, like a predator pinning down its quarry, poised to devour it whole.

After a moment, Shen Ke finally moved. She leaned in slowly and pressed her lips to Shen Yi’s, then stopped.

Feeling the soft, tender sensation on her lips, Shen Yi let out a low chuckle. The pleasant sound slipped through the seam where their lips met.

So adorable, Little Ke.

Shen Ke had no idea what that enigmatic laugh meant.

But she had kissed Shen Yi now, so it should be enough.

With that thought, Shen Ke tilted her head back slightly, putting some distance between their lips. In the next instant, however, a cold hand seized the back of her neck.

The chill made Shen Ke tense up all over, her heart pounding harder with each beat.

“Little Ke, that’s not enough,” Shen Yi’s low, husky voice murmured.

Shen Ke’s eyes flew wide, alarms blaring in her head.

Before she could struggle free, the sound of the door opening rang in her ears. Shen Ke’s breath hitched.

Someone had come in!

She couldn’t turn around, though—her nape was held fast. Then came Shen Yi’s torrential kiss.

Her lips were pried open by force, her soft mouth invaded. Their lips sealed together without a gap, robbing her of breath.

Tears spilled from Shen Ke’s eyes as she whimpered pitifully.

At the same time, another voice sounded from behind. “Big Sis, you’re in quite the mood.”

That teasing lilt flashed a name through Shen Ke’s mind: Shen Yu!!!

Even with someone else now in the room, Shen Yi showed no sign of stopping. Her tongue ravaged every corner of Shen Ke’s mouth.

Shen Ke was kissed boneless, desperate to break free but too weak to manage it. Her slender fingers could only clutch feebly at the fabric of Shen Yi’s shirt from behind.

She could feel the stare boring into her back—Shen Yu, watching her. Watching her kiss Shen Yi.

A tidal wave of shame engulfed Shen Ke. She squeezed her eyes shut tight, her long lashes quivering fiercely.

[System, I quit. I want to leave. Wuwuwu, it’s so scary.]

[Ding! The protagonist has not successfully become the head of the Shen Family. Tasker 56417 cannot leave this world.]

[Character portrayal degree: 100%]