Chapter 24: The Fake Heiress of the Wealthy Family (Part 24)

“Little Yu, go pick up Shen Ke and bring her to the Shen Family. It’s time to prepare.”

Shen Yu smiled and took on the task.

Yes, it was time to prepare.

Shen Yu drove her red sports car to the building where Shen Ke rented her apartment, then made a call. “Shen Ke, come down. You’re coming with me to the Shen Family. No need to pack luggage.”

With their background, obtaining Shen Ke’s address and phone number was effortless.

After hanging up, Shen Yu leaned against the car door. She waited about ten minutes before Shen Ke appeared.

Shen Ke’s curly hair wasn’t tied up but draped loosely behind her head. She wore a blue-and-white sailor uniform.

The skirt hem stopped just above her knees, revealing pink knees and a short stretch of fair thigh. Her calves were slender and straight, covered in white slouchy socks, while a pair of glossy black leather shoes clicked against the ground.

Her beautiful face was so delicate that no pores were visible, her skin seeming as if it could be pierced by a puff of breath. From head to toe, not a single flaw marred her perfection.

The sailor uniform only amplified her youthful vibrance.

Shen Yu ogled her without restraint. She had seen plenty of beauties, men and women alike, but none captivated her gaze like Shen Ke.

It had been ages since she last dreamed about Shen Ke.

She occasionally visited the school for a glimpse of Shen Ke, but no matter how many looks she stole, erotic dreams never returned. Clearly, that initial overstimulation had been the trigger for those consecutive nights.

Dreams of devouring Shen Ke completely.

Shen Ke approached and said coldly to Shen Yu, “Let’s go.” Her little face wore a sullen pout, yet it carried an endearing charm.

Shen Yu chuckled lightly. She seized Shen Ke’s wrist and swiftly pinned her against the car door. “Good little sister, no need to rush.”

“I have something to tell you.”

Shen Ke startled inwardly, furrowed her brows, and snapped fiercely, “What are you doing? Let me go!” She wasn’t afraid of Shen Yu—in the Shen Family, only Shen Mother and Shen Yi scared her.

Shen Yu lowered her eyes to gaze at Shen Ke. She truly resembled a hissing little cat; even in anger, she only seemed more adorable.

Shen Yu tightened her grip on Shen Ke’s hand slightly, her smile widening. “You don’t know yet, do you? Shen Yi’s been shipped off abroad.”

“Mama used you to threaten her.” Her magnetic, melodic voice dripped with lazy allure, the final syllable drawn out in faint ambiguity.

Shen Yu was already tall, and her high-heeled Martin boots made her tower even more. From behind, she completely eclipsed Shen Ke.

“Who knew someone like Shen Yi would go abroad for another person’s sake? Little sister, what is it about you that’s so magnetic?”

Shen Yu’s gaze drifted down to those lips. “Your kissing skills, maybe?” She immediately averted her eyes, disgust flashing across her face. “But the thought of kissing the same sex turns my stomach. How do you even manage it?”

Shen Yu’s revulsion was blatant, and Shen Ke caught every bit of it. Anger flushed her face red.

This nutjob Shen Yu kept harping on how disgusting it was right in front of her—deliberately, to get under her skin!

Shen Ke’s little face grew taut. She tilted her head up, big eyes fixed on Shen Yu. “Sister, come closer.”

Shen Yu arched a brow and leaned her face nearer.

Shen Ke sneered, reared up, and smacked a firm kiss right on Shen Yu’s lips—a crisp, resounding peck.

Shen Yu froze. In that fleeting touch of Shen Ke’s lips, numbness shot through her entire body.

Her heart thundered—thump, thump, thump.

Shen Ke declared smugly, “Heh, count yourself lucky. Plenty want a taste but never will.” Inwardly, though, she seethed: Stinky Shen Yu! Kissed by the same sex—hope you puke! That’s the idea, disgust you right back!

Shen Yu recovered, released Shen Ke, and her expression shifted unpredictably.

She stared intently at Shen Ke for a beat, then yanked open the driver’s door, slid in, and ordered, “Get in.”

Shen Ke flashed a triumphant little grin. Heh, Shen Yu was totally grossed out.

Shen Ke hopped into the passenger seat and eyed Shen Yu’s blank profile.

“Actually, Sister, that sexy figure of yours—big chest, long legs—is super popular. Everyone wants to pin you down and blow their load in your mouth.” Even saying it made Shen Ke’s cheeks heat.

The line came from those videos she’d watched last time; too raunchy to forget.

Didn’t Shen Yu despise same-sex stuff? Time to shove it down her throat.

The crude words stalled Shen Yu’s hand on the key. She whipped around, eyes narrowing, dark red lips parting. “Shut your mouth.”

She fired up the engine, slammed the accelerator, and the flashy red sports car peeled out.

Shen Ke made no effort to conceal her scheming glee. Her pretty eyes screamed “mission accomplished” in bold letters, radiant and spirited.

Shen Yu caught the look in the rearview mirror and quirked her lips in amusement. So naive.

A single kiss and some idle barbs—she actually thought it repulsed her.

Sure, she could fake disgust to toy with her.

“Don’t say such gross shit again.”

Shen Ke jutted her pointy chin. “I will! It’s my mouth—you don’t control it!” Pure little tyrant, all bark and bite.

Shen Yu huffed softly and fell silent.

Shen Ke figured Shen Yu was too pissed to speak. Her little face lit up visibly.

Unaware her every microexpression was clocked by the woman beside her.

The sports car flew, reaching the Shen Family sooner than planned.

After alighting, Shen Ke eyed the villa ahead and muttered with a lip curl, “Family of psychos.”

Spotting Shen Yu approach, Shen Ke latched onto her arm. She glanced up at Shen Yu’s furrowed brow and clung tighter.

Shen Yu tugged her arm. “Let go,” she murmured low.

Shen Ke snickered. “Nope.” Gotta gross you out!

Sensing the rigid tension in Shen Yu’s arm, Shen Ke lolled her head against it like an oversized accessory.

Shen Yu narrowed her eyes and marched into the villa.

Shen Ke’s arm-lock squeezed soft flesh against both sides, a subtle sweet scent teasing her nostrils.

It hit her crystal clear: she didn’t mind Shen Ke’s touches one bit.

Inside the villa, Shen Mother sat on the sofa. Shen Ke instinctively released Shen Yu.

Shen Mother sipped her tea and lifted her gaze. “Shen Ke, you’ll stay here at the Shen Family until the engagement banquet ends.”

Shen Ke nibbled her lower lip. “Got it.”

Shen Mother nodded. “Your room’s the old one.”

Shen Ke murmured agreement and headed straight upstairs, no fawning in sight.

Shen Mother watched her ascend and remarked flatly, “This kid’s changed a lot.” No trace of her old spoiled antics.

Shen Yu smiled. “She’s grown up.”

“After all, Shen Ke’s getting engaged.”

“Engagement—what’s that mean?” The words sliced in abruptly.

The phrasing was halting—the hallmark of Feng Jian in the Shen Family.

Shen Yu turned to Feng Jian at the entrance and beamed. “Little Jian, back early today. A few minutes sooner, and you’d have ridden with us.”

Feng Jian drifted over in a daze, her pupils dark as unset ink, eerily so. She enunciated, “What. Does. Engagement. Mean?”

Shen Yu’s grin turned playful. “Engagement means engagement, Little Jian. No need to glare.”

Shen Mother interjected, “In three days, Shen Ke engages with the Yue Family’s daughter.” Her face stayed neutral. “I’ve handed you plenty; you get it.”

“Shen Family and Yue Family united—the stocks will surge.”

“Plus, no grudges held: we took Shen Ke back, secured her a fine match. Online chatter turns our way.”

“And it’s same-sex union. Gays and straights alike warm to our company.” Society or government might crack down otherwise.

But same-sex marriage was law; she’d prevail.

“Little Jian, we’re businessfolk. Profit rules.”

Shen Mother’s words pierced Feng Jian’s heart. Her eyes bloodshot, fists balled till nails bit flesh.

“Did you force her?” Her raspy voice chilled to the bone.

Shen Mother scowled. “Her choice. Little Jian, why fuss?”

“She shoved you downstairs—nearly killed you.”

Feng Jian jerked her head up. “I’ve said it plenty.”

“Was me.”

“Who tumbled down.”

Shen Mother’s aura darkened. “Drop it! Project done?”

Feng Jian gritted her teeth, bowed her head, passed the contract to Shen Mother, and stormed upstairs sans farewell.

Shen Mother massaged her brow. “One after another, possessed around Shen Ke.” Her face hardened. “Don’t tell me Little Jian too—”

“Mama, Little Jian doesn’t like Shen Ke. Don’t read into it—not everyone’s gay.” Shen Yu cut in languidly.

Then, “Mama, Big Sis clueless, right? She’d jet back otherwise. Big Sis’s temper’d tank the banquet.”

Shen Mother scanned the contract. “She stays in the dark.”

Shen Ke was on the phone with Shi Xu.

“Got it—you’re such a nag lately, Shi Xu.”

“No biggie. Few days, then out. Engagement banquet means custom gowns, all that jazz.”

“No! Beat it!”

Beep. Shen Ke hung up in a huff. Damn Shi Xu—long time no see, wants spanking? Right on the ass.

Whip-lashing works too.

Ideally in slutty lingerie, high heels while whipping.

Shi Xu had guts to voice it; Shen Ke barely stomached hearing. Way too hot!

“Knock knock knock.” Door raps echoed.

Shen Ke frowned, opened up.

Feng Jian’s pallid, exquisite face loomed.

Feng Jian rasped, “Shen Ke, talk inside?”

Shen Ke paused, then stepped aside. “Come in.”

Door shut, arms crossed, Shen Ke opened her mouth—only for Feng Jian to drop to her knees.

Shen Ke jolted, eyes bulging. “Feng Jian, you—”

“Shen Ke, sorry.”

Feng Jian craned her neck up, eyes crimson, tears trailing down. “I just.”

“Just wanted you happy.”

“I like you.”

“Always have.”

“Don’t—don’t engage.”

“Wait for me, please?”

Feng Jian stammered frantically, words tumbling incoherently.

Shen Ke missed most after that. Her brain short-circuited on “I like you.”

Feng Jian… likes her—