Chapter 17: The Fake Heiress of the Wealthy Family (Part 17) Part 3

Shen Yu arrived at that day’s lounge and watched the kissing pair slowly approach.

She sat on the sofa. Both noticed her, but only the one on the lap turned to face her.

Big cat-like eyes, a small straight nose, and a sharp little chin.

It was Shen Ke.

Shen Ke noticed her and reached out, her swollen red lips parting pitifully. “Second Sis, help me.”

At the same time, the other person shot her a gloomy glare.

Shen Yu narrowed her eyes. This time, she took that hand. The scene shifted abruptly—the entwined pair on the sofa became her and Shen Ke.

Shen Ke sat on her lap, panting urgently. “Second Sis, kiss me.”

“Help me cover up Big Sis’s taste, okay?”

The hot breath from Shen Ke’s mouth seemed laced with an aphrodisiac, instantly blanking Shen Yu’s mind.

She pinched Shen Ke’s chin, staring at those thoroughly kissed lips, and kissed her.

From kissing to pressing Shen Ke down on the sofa.

It was like she hadn’t kissed anyone in centuries, madly tangling with Shen Ke’s lips.

The door opened, and someone walked in. Shen Yu stopped kissing and looked up.

Shen Yi stood ramrod straight in the distance, watching them.

Shen Yu chuckled, picked up Shen Ke, and positioned her to sit on her lap facing away.

One hand gripped Shen Ke’s neck, forcing her to turn her head. Shen Yu leaned down and kissed her, tangling tongues, grinding with teeth, toying with Shen Ke’s lips until they were thoroughly ravaged.

Shen Ke could only accept it passively, all her whimpers blocked in her throat.

Ding ding ding!

The sudden alarm jolted Shen Yu back to reality.

She slowly opened her eyes, sat up in bed, went to where her coat was hanging, pulled a cigarette pack from the pocket, took one out, and lit it on the balcony.

It was already dark outside.

The ember glowed and dimmed. She didn’t like smoking, but when anxious, she always lit one up to watch the smoke rise.

That decadent, erotic dream—if the alarm hadn’t woken her, the her in the dream would’ve stripped Shen Ke bare by now.

Right in front of Shen Yi, going all the way.

Leaving Shen Ke drenched, those red lips spilling lustful moans.

“Tch, maybe I should find someone to sleep with?” Otherwise, why would she keep dreaming the same dream, about the same person, night after night?

Ten o’clock at night, Yuesheng Bar.

In the private room.

Shen Yu crossed her legs, leaning back on the sofa, sizing up the young men standing before her.

She wore a black bodycon long dress, wine-red long curls cascading behind her, and black-and-red stiletto heels that added a dominant edge to her sexiness.

Her friend grinned beside her. “Old Yu, these guys are all clean.”

“You’ve been looking so long—see anyone you like?”

Shen Yu frowned. “…Get me some women instead.”

Her friend whistled. “Who would’ve thought? You swing that way. No wonder you’ve been single all these years.”

“Should’ve said so earlier. My male and female models are top-tier beauties.”

He waved a hand at the manager nearby. “Go on, pick a few clean, pretty women for Miss Yu.”

“Oh, Old Yu, any specific requests?” her friend asked.

Shen Yu glanced at her. “Innocent-looking, long legs, plump lips, innocent eyes when looking at people, big eyes, double eyelids. Best if they look cat-like.”

Friend: …So specific. She had a target in mind. But cat-like?

She jerked her chin. “You heard her. Go.”

The manager led the men out and soon returned with several young, beautiful women.

Her friend said, “These pretty enough? Could be stars.”

Shen Yu stood, walked over, and inspected them closely. As Chen Yao said, these women were indeed stunning.

But it wasn’t enough.

“Sister, what do you think of me?” Suddenly, a voice spoke in her ear.

Shen Yu looked over and met a pair of timid big eyes gazing at her.

Exquisite features, simple makeup, dressed in a pretty white mini skirt—pure in a way that didn’t seem real.

A dark glint flashed in Shen Yu’s eyes. She sat back on the sofa and pointed at the woman who had spoken. “You, come here. Everyone else, out.”

The manager immediately ushered the others out the door.

The woman who remained walked over in a few quick steps and stood in front of Shen Yu. “Boss.”

Shen Yu pointed to the sofa beside her. “Sit here.”

The woman obediently sat down.

Shen Yu turned her face and examined her closely. The woman was strikingly beautiful, and the intensity of her gaze gave her an air of deep affection.

A flush crept over the woman’s fair skin, and she felt a flicker of pride deep inside.

Even a woman this beautiful had chosen her first. She still had her charms, after all.

But before her pride could settle in, a hand suddenly clamped around her neck, yanking her forward.

Shen Yu pulled the woman close. At such proximity, the scent of her perfume filled the air. The thought of what she was about to do with this woman made disgust roil in Shen Yu’s stomach.

She released her and stood up, smoothing her long hair. “As expected, I can’t accept overly intimate contact with someone of the same gender.”

“I have things to do. I’m leaving first.”

As for those dream scenes with Shen Ke, they were probably just because she’d never been with anyone. She’d accidentally glimpsed something like that, leading to repeated dreams. It would pass in a few days.

She left the bar and received a call from Shen Mother.

“Second daughter, Little Jian is getting discharged tomorrow. Go pick her up.”

“You’re the idlest one in the whole family.”

Hearing the unquestionable tone on the other end, Shen Yu replied, “Got it.”

She hung up and narrowed her phoenix eyes, her lips curving into a cold smirk.

She really was quite idle.

The next day, at the hospital.

“Let’s go. Time for discharge.” Shen Yu leaned against the doorframe with her arms crossed, a smile on her face. She was wearing her usual seductive makeup—sexy and elegant. No one would guess she was a race car driver.

Feng Jian had changed out of her hospital gown. Because of the wound on her forehead, her front bangs had been cut short, revealing her features.

Her skin was coldly pale, her narrow eyes dull and vacant. She looked like a delicately crafted doll.

She ignored Shen Yu and walked right past her, heading straight out.

Shen Yu snapped a photo of Feng Jian’s back and sent it to Shen Mother.

—Picked up the person. She looks completely fine.

After sending it, Shen Yu followed at an unhurried pace.

Once Feng Jian reached the main road, Shen Yu said, “Get in the car. Time to head back.”

Feng Jian slowly shook her head. “I want… to find Shen Ke.”

Shen Yu laughed and handed her phone to Feng Jian. “I’d advise you not to go looking for her.”

Feng Jian hesitated for a moment before taking the phone and scrolling through it with downcast eyes.

Comment after comment cursing Shen Ke… Feng Jian’s fingers slowly tightened.

Shen Yu took the phone back, her smile turning mocking. “Mom’s already told everyone everything. She’s even released the video of you being pushed down the stairs.”

“What you’re seeing now is just the tip of the iceberg.”

“Do you really think Shen Ke wants to see you, the chief culprit?”

No, she wouldn’t. From the moment Feng Jian had been brought back to the Shen family, Shen Ke had hated her guts.

But she still wanted to see Shen Ke—to apologize, to hear her voice.

Feng Jian took a step toward the bus stop.

Shen Yu’s smile widened as she leaned against the car door. She had no intention of driving her.

Besides, Feng Jian wouldn’t get in her car anyway.

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At school.

As expected, with Shen Yi’s help, the online backlash had vanished.

The students would probably forget about it soon enough.

News moved on too quickly these days—something new would pop up in a matter of days.

She still overheard whispers about the “fake heiress,” but far fewer people were talking about it.

Shen Ke sat at her desk, flipping through her study materials.

Shi Xu had been taking great care of her. The new car had arrived, and she’d even installed air conditioning in her room.

To this day, Shen Ke hadn’t touched the money in her card.

Her life was no different from her time at the Shen family—except for the living space. She didn’t have a big room for her little skirts anymore, though she hadn’t taken many when she left anyway.

Feeling a bit bored, Shen Ke tried calling out to her system.

[System, you there? When’s the protagonist taking over as head of the Shen family?]

No response. As expected, it wasn’t around.

Shen Ke pouted and gazed out the window, her thoughts drifting.

Truth be told, she wasn’t from this world. She was a tasker.

Her original life had been affluent, but she’d been poisoned to death. It happened so fast she hadn’t felt much pain.

When she woke up, the system informed her that she’d joined some company—as a new hire in the vicious cannon fodder division.

Her first task world was simple, meant to help her get familiar with the process. All she had to do was play her part naturally and wait for the protagonist to become the head of the Shen family. Then she could leave.

That’s why Shen Ke had stayed fully immersed so far, without bothering the system.

It was always busy managing tons of people—it couldn’t watch her every second.

Shen Ke called out again: [System.]

This time, there was a response. [Mm? What’s up?]

Shen Ke puffed out her cheeks in displeasure. [System, I don’t want to stay in this world anymore.]

[They’re all crazy! The big villain keeps hugging and kissing me nonstop—scared me half to death, like she wants to eat me alive. But the book you showed me said Shen Yi was a clean freak with zero sex drive!]

[And Shi Xu’s just as bad. Do you know what she tried last time? She wanted to kiss my feet! I kicked her right in the face, and she laughed! Total pervert!]

Shen Ke grumbled on and on.

The system sounded a little helpless. It had just finished being busy when it tuned in to her nagging. In its flat, mechanical tone, it said, [I didn’t know. The main characters in this world are supposed to all be straight women.]

[If you want to leave early, help the protagonist claim the head position sooner. But don’t let your performance score drop.]

[For newbies, performance is the most important part of the evaluation.]

They hadn’t chatted in ages, but the moment they did, Shen Ke got annoyed again. The system had said all that, and it was still useless—she’d just have to keep waiting in this world.

She had no idea when Feng Jian, that awful thing, would step up.

Shen Yi was so terrifying—there was no way Feng Jian could beat her.

Feng Jian was a little psycho, but Shen Yi was the king psycho!

Shen Ke said listlessly, [Don’t talk to me anymore. You’re useless.]

System: [……]