Bai Song’s hands trembled uncontrollably, unable to even lift the teacup.
Tong Jiahui watched the shock in Bai Song’s eyes, the corners of her lips slowly curling upward.
Didn’t expect this, did you?
That the little pet you once toyed with at will has suddenly turned into a monstrous beast capable of swallowing you whole in one bite?
That the trash you once trampled and discarded now stands in a position where you must look up to her?
The hatred in her heart, like a seed drenched in potent growth serum, instantly sprouted into a towering tree.
She was unwilling, she was furious even grinding this person’s bones to dust wouldn’t compensate for the suffering she had endured back then.
A flicker of viper-like malice passed through Tong Jiahui’s eyes, yet her tone remained indifferent: “If you sign this contract, I guarantee your family’s company will resume normal operations by tomorrow.”
Bai Song’s expression was complicated as she stared at the contract before her.
It wasn’t a partnership agreement, it was a contract that would sell her completely to Tong Jiahui.
Bai Song’s face was blank, even verging on laughter. She asked woodenly, “System, can you tell me what the hell is going on?”
The system, equally dazed as if its soul had returned to its hometown, replied after a long pause in a faint voice, “Can you tell me how you managed to trigger a full-blown blackened route for the mission target twice in a row?” The black miasma emanating from Tong Jiahui was practically corrosive enough to dissolve it.
Bai Song: “…” Do you think I’d be asking you if I fucking knew?
The system lit an electronic cigarette, coughing violently from the smoke. “Y-you cough figure it out yourself.”
In this world, Bai Song was the daughter of the CEO of a publicly listed company. Though the company wasn’t massive, it was still listed, and her father had managed to carve out a place among the ranks of wealthy, successful individuals.
After graduating, Bai Song had joined the company to “help out.” But she was playful just as she had never focused on studying in school, work was merely a way to pass the time when she was bored.
After all, she didn’t need to earn money to support the family.
But Bai’s father knew his daughter was wild at heart, and as she grew older, she’d only become harder to control. So he kept her tethered, forbidding her from running amok outside. Not daring to defy the one who held the financial reins, Bai Song spent her days fooling around in the family company instead.
Bai Song was bisexual whether it was men or women, as long as they were good-looking, she was into them.
But because her family had been strict, she’d never actually dated before. Now that she’d finally graduated, she was like a bird just released from its cage before even learning to walk properly, she was already dreaming of flying.
She was wild.
Seeing how the receptionist’s uniform was both stylish and subtly alluring, she couldn’t resist flirting with her every day. Noticing how the marketing department’s big sister had a voluptuous figure and an outgoing personality, she’d shamelessly sidle up to hold her hand.
Her behavior was increasingly mirroring that of a sleazy, middle-aged boss with a receding hairline.
Fortunately, she was good-looking and young, so even if her tone and expressions were a bit lecherous, people just took it as a joke. Some even found her cute and played along.
Bai Song didn’t dare to actually proposition any colleagues, though she was afraid her father would beat her to death.
And then, Tong Jiahui appeared.
Tong Jiahui was a newly hired intern, rumored to be an orphan. Timid, dressed in frumpy clothes, with a plain, forgettable face further obscured by oversized black-framed glasses, her presence was practically nonexistent.
In the company, whether they were veterans or newcomers, everyone felt entitled to boss her around, ordering her to do this and that.
Anyone else would’ve flipped the table and quit long ago.
But Tong Jiahui actually endured it, putting on a pitiful, fawning demeanor that made people sick just looking at her.
However, what Bai Song disliked even more were those who bullied the weak, so she casually spoke up a few times, helping Tong Jiahui out of trouble on several occasions.
And just like that, Tong Jiahui became grateful to her.
From then on, Bai Song noticed that Tong Jiahui often stole cautious glances at her, even catching her secretly following her on multiple occasions.
If it were anyone else, they would surely be disgusted by such an invasion of privacy.
But Bai Song wasn’t.
Bai Song had never been in love before, and once she realized that Tong Jiahui’s behavior was a sign of being hopelessly infatuated with her, she immediately felt elated, convinced of her own irresistible charm.
Right then and there, she pinned Tong Jiahui against the wall in the company hallway, gripping her chin in a domineering, CEO-like manner, and smirked devilishly, “Woman, do you have feelings for me?”
Tong Jiahui was so frightened her face turned pale, stammering, “I don’t.”
“Don’t?” Bai Song traced Tong Jiahui’s lips with her thumb. “Then why are you sneaking around after me? If you don’t tell me, I’ll assume you’re plotting to rob or kill me and call the police.”
“No, no, I’m not!” Tong Jiahui was on the verge of tears, shaking her head frantically, her lower lip bitten white like a bullied little wife.
Bai Song almost burst out laughing but managed to keep her composure, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of her eye. “Jiahui, I like you too. Let’s be together.”
Dating someone else in the company might lead to trouble reaching her father’s ears, but with Tong Jiahui… this submissive lapdog wouldn’t dare tattle!
Tong Jiahui had no family, and under Bai Song’s coaxing, she soon moved in with her.
A child from a poor family matures early, and since Tong Jiahui genuinely loved Bai Song, she treated the apartment as their little love nest from the moment she moved in. By day, she was a diligent housekeeper; by night, she warmed the bed, dutifully “serving” Bai Song while gradually decorating their small but cozy home.
But Bai Song was fickle charitably put, she was still a child; less charitably, she was heartless.
At first, she reveled in Tong Jiahui’s wholehearted love and meticulous care, but over time, Bai Song grew bored. She decided that compared to plain noodles, she preferred spicy hotpot.
Yet she couldn’t bear to part with her ever-devoted caretaker, so Bai Song secretly cheated.
It started with flirty online chats, the thrill of dirty talk and late-night affairs excited Bai Song immensely. However, she was too cowardly to meet up in person, afraid of catching something.
She wasn’t worried about Tong Jiahui finding out. After all, Tong Jiahui loved her so much, what could she do even if she knew? At most, she’d just forgive her.
A little extra green on her forehead might even make her plain appearance stand out more.
Of course, Bai Song wouldn’t go out of her way to get caught. She kept her affairs extremely discreet.
And Tong Jiahui trusted her, never snooping through her phone or computer, so for a while, everything was peaceful.
Until Bai Song was getting married.
Not that she told Tong Jiahui herself. Tong Jiahui only found out when she overheard coworkers gossiping about it.
Shocked to the core, she nearly dropped the coffee she was handing out.
Her entire body went cold, lips trembling as she finished distributing the drinks before turning to confront Bai Song for answers.
Before she could walk far, scornful whispers rose behind her.
“Look at her, really thinks she’s something, doesn’t she?”
“What is she, anyway? He was just playing around. Forget the Bai family even I wouldn’t want someone as pathetic as her.”
“Hahaha, didn’t know you had that kind of taste.”
Tong Jiahui’s hands trembled at her sides. She knew they must have been aware of her relationship with Bai Song all along this was deliberate, meant for her to hear. She even suspected they were jealous, trying to drive a wedge between her and Bai Song.
Too bad she had overestimated Bai Song.
That very night, she spotted Bai Song at a Western restaurant near the company.
Bai Song was all smiles, sharing a candlelit dinner with a tall, handsome man. After the meal, the two went upstairs to the hotel and didn’t come out all night.
Tong Jiahui waited outside in the cold until dawn, her head pounding as she stumbled home. Collapsing onto the sofa, she burned with fever, half-dead.
When Bai Song returned and saw her lying there, his eyes filled with disgust. Then, when Tong Jiahui confronted him about the previous night, his temper flared. They fought viciously.
Bai Song sneered. “Are you insane? Why would I ever be serious about you? I was just keeping you like a dog. I gave you money, and you fed me and slept with me wasn’t that good enough? What right do you have to make a scene?”
Tong Jiahui’s eyes widened in disbelief. The woman she had loved so deeply could say something so cruel.
But Bai Song wasn’t done. She looked Tong Jiahui up and down, her voice dripping with disdain. “No looks, no figure, no skill you’re like a dead fish in bed. If I hadn’t spared your dignity, you’d have bored me to sleep. Tong Jiahui, take a look in the mirror. Staring at your face, I’ve honed my acting skills. At this point, I could fake an orgasm with a piece of wood.”
Tong Jiahui’s self-worth and dignity shattered into dust, ground beneath Bai Song’s heel and burned to ashes.
Then she ran out in tears and never came back.
Bai Song continued living her comfortable, privileged life, never hearing another word about Tong Jiahui.
At first, she had worried about her safety and even asked around for a few days. But soon, she forgot about her entirely.
Who would have thought that three years later, Tong Jiahui would reappear and in a completely new identity?
As it turned out, Tong Jiahui was the illegitimate daughter of the Tong family. Three years ago, when the Tong family’s only beloved daughter was given a terminal diagnosis for leukemia, they sought out Tong Jiahui. But somehow, the Tong family’s precious daughter died, and Tong Jiahui rose to become the head of the family, instantly untouchable.
The Tong family wasn’t like the Bai family they were conglomerate-level wealthy, their influence dwarfing the Bai family’s entirely.
No wonder, after three years, Tong Jiahui seemed like a completely different person.
Gone was the meek, submissive girl from before. Now, her face was flawlessly made up, her sleek black hair cascading down her back, glossy and rich. A center part framed her delicate, arched brows, her nose high-bridged, her lips painted a bold red.
Staring at that impeccable face, Bai Song could barely recall the plain, timid girl who used to smile at her with such desperate eagerness.
Bai Song’s parents were in the food business. Over the past few years, their failure to adapt had left them struggling, constantly under pressure, and their development had been anything but smooth. Recently, they had reached a point where every step was a challenge. If they couldn’t secure new investments soon, they risked a complete financial collapse bankruptcy and liquidation were not out of the question.
Bai Song knew all of this was Tong Jiahui’s doing. She was retaliating for the way Bai Song had played with her emotions before.
But this was all part of the plan. Her mission was to let Tong Jiahui take revenge, to destroy her family’s business, to leave her destitute and broken, to wither away in misery.
Yet, as Bai Song stared at the contract of servitude in front of her, she couldn’t help but feel that she must have woken up wrong that morning. Maybe she shouldn’t have gotten up to pee last night.