Chapter 74 She just wanted to find a way to vent her anger. ...
"Come in."
Eun pushed open the door and walked gracefully to the bedside: "Madam."
Leng Cuizhu leaned against the headboard, most of her body covered by a blanket, with only her shoulders and above exposed.
She lifted the bed curtains and smiled at him, "You're back! I thought you'd never come back."
She rested her chin on her hand: "Where have you been having fun again?"
Yuen remained silent and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Madam, I'm sorry."
"Why are you apologizing to me?" Her smile vanished. "I don't need it."
"If you have nothing else to say, then leave. I don't want to talk to you."
"That day on the boat, I didn't mean to leave. I just encountered a problem myself, so..."
She interrupted the man: "Something went wrong? Then you shouldn't have promised me you could help me beforehand. What situation is more important than a human life?"
"Of course, I didn't expect you to save Si Qing back then, but you shouldn't have left without saying goodbye, giving me hope only to abandon me!"
She caught her breath and said, "Eun, you have betrayed my trust in you time and time again."
“Originally, among those men, you were indeed exceptional and very attractive to me,” she said. “But my curiosity and patience have their limits. I can’t stay in the same place forever waiting for you to return, or go to great lengths to find you. I’m not that infatuated.”
"Since you've decided to leave me behind, you have to accept being replaced by someone else."
After she finished speaking, she lifted a corner of the blanket, and a dodder peeked out from it, sticking out its tongue to lick the water stains from the corner of its lips.
The man's expression faltered for a fleeting moment, then vanished just as quickly.
He relaxed his brows and smiled.
“Of course Ewan is willing to accept.”
"What did you say?"
"Madam, anything is fine as long as you're happy."
For Yu En, love is not about control or possession.
Instead, it is submission.
Completely abandoning oneself, separating body from soul. Clinging to her shoulder, until becoming one with her.
His soul did not belong to himself, but to her.
A slave should never expect to monopolize his master's love.
A slave should think about how to please his master.
Dodder glared at her: "Eun, are you out of your mind?"
"I stole her from you, and she likes me more than you. You're faking it, aren't you? Pretending to be magnanimous and forgiving, but you're probably grinding your teeth to powder, aren't you? Oh my god... I hope you don't assassinate me as soon as I leave this room?"
"Let me tell you, don't even think about it. I'm not only wary of people, I'm also full of malicious intentions. If you want to set me up, you'll have to wait until your next life!"
Her head was throbbing: "Dodder, shut up."
"Oh dear, I'm not used to using my hands."
She raised her hand and slapped his face, her hand getting wet: "...Get out."
"Why?"
"go out."
"Okay. Well, at least let me get dressed before I leave, okay?" Dodder blinked and timidly shrank back into the blankets to get dressed.
She looked up, her tone softening slightly: "Eun, you go out too."
She couldn't understand Eun's thinking. Or rather, she had never thought like him.
Rather than trying to understand her, she preferred to believe that he was just being sweet-talking.
Perhaps she was also at fault; she was too harsh on him.
However, Si Qing's death plunged her into grief, making it impossible for her to view many things fairly.
She couldn't understand what had happened to Eun that made him abandon her again and again.
Moreover, he had previously encouraged her to kill Si Qing.
What grudge or grievance did they have that made him so hostile towards Si Qing?
Actually, she wasn't grieving solely for Si Qing's death. She didn't love Si Qing that much; she didn't particularly like Si Qing while she was alive, and she certainly wouldn't fall deeply in love just because someone died. She was anxious about the series of consequences brought about by Si Qing's unexpected passing.
Not only did she fail to cure the poison, but she also became a suspect.
If she had known this would happen, she shouldn't have gone to that appointment.
In the following days, she didn't even glance at Dodder or Eun, and went about her own business.
Dodder was puzzled at first and went to her several times, but each time she kicked him out. After that, he didn't dare to go anymore and just stayed in the yard every day, rubbing his buttocks and sweeping the floor.
Leng Cuizhu didn't make him sweep the floor; it was his own choice. Every afternoon after sweeping, he would cheerfully knock on her door, begging her to come and check.
This afternoon, Leng Cuizhu was still in her room combing her hair, but Tu Sizi didn't come running to call her over for a checkup.
As the sun set, she realized something was amiss, put down the comb, and went out of the house into the courtyard.
I'll bite you to death! I'll bite you to death!
Leng Zhen was washing her hair by the pond when a rooster kept pecking at her legs. Not satisfied with that, it jumped up and pecked at the back of her hand.
Leng Zhen paused in rubbing her hair, glanced at the peck marks on the back of her hand, and stared at the rooster at her feet.
"Hey..." The rooster felt intimidated by the stare and slowly backed away, tucking its wings between its legs.
Leng Zhen suddenly grabbed the rooster, plucked all the feathers off its neck, and then, holding the rooster by the neck, plunged it into the water.
In an instant, water splashed everywhere, and cries of agony filled the air.
"Hehe ...
After struggling to flap its wings to no avail, the rooster choked on the water and coughed, kicking its two claws back and forth.
"Help, help me..."
"Leng Zhen!"
Leng Cuizhu rushed over: "Put the chicken down."
Leng Zhen glanced at her for a moment, then let the chicken sink into the pond.
After a few bubbles rose to the surface, there was no further movement.
Leng Cuizhu's eyes widened: "You..."
“I’ve let it go.” Leng Zhen scooped a dollop of orchid cream from the bottle, warmed it in her palm, and applied it to her hair. As she smoothed her hair, she said, “It’s because he eats too much and is too resilient. Once he falls into the water, he sinks and can’t float.”
His cheeks were covered in wet hair, as were his forehead, where a faint brown scar was faintly visible.
It was caused by her hitting it with her pipa that day.
Rather than arguing with him endlessly and ending up with both sides hurt, it's better to turn a blind eye and pretend to be amicable. Leng Cuizhu remained silent: "I told you, don't use the water from the pond at home to wash your hair; the smell of soap is hard to get rid of."
Leng Zhen paused in her kneading of the orchid ointment.
He looked up and smiled, "Sorry, I forgot."
"Washing your hair with cold water all the time is bad for your health, and it doesn't get it clean either." She turned and walked towards the kitchen. "I'll go boil some water for you."
She had just set up the fire in the kitchen and was adding water to the pot when Dodder came in crying.
"Why aren't you wearing any clothes again!" She quickly grabbed a dishcloth from the stove and threw it at him. "Wandering around naked like that, aren't you ashamed?"
Dodder was hit in the face with a rag. He covered his cheek, crying as he sat down on the ground: "Waaah—"
“I…I almost drowned,” he sobbed. “Your son is a complete bastard! He bullied me…I was in the water and drank several mouthfuls of his shampoo. If I had drunk a few more mouthfuls, I would have been poisoned by the scalp oil.”
"And he also pulled out a huge bald patch of hair from the back of my neck," he turned around, pointing to the small, red, swollen area at the back of his neck where hair was missing. "Look! Look!"
"Okay, okay, I saw it." She walked over, took off her coat and threw it at him. "Get up quickly, the ground is dirty."
"Go back to my room and lie down. Cover yourself with several blankets. I'll make you some brown sugar ginger tea when I'm done with my work. You just had some tea, so don't catch a cold."
Upon hearing this, Dodder cried even louder, clutching the outer garment tightly and sobbing as she hugged her legs.
"Host, I'm sorry... I originally wanted to avenge you, but I ended up causing you so much trouble... I'm so useless!"
“It’s not like this is the first time you’ve done this.” She ruffled his hair and sighed, “Go back to your room, and remember to dry yourself off before you go to bed.”
"Um!"
After boiling the water, she added some colorless and odorless oleander juice, which, while not good for hair, is bad for the scalp.
On the surface, she will maintain a harmonious relationship with Leng Zhen for the time being, but she can't be forbidden from doing anything underhanded, can she?
She didn't care whether Leng Zhen liked her or not, nor did she care whether Leng Zhen lived long or not; she just wanted to find a way to vent her anger.
After delivering shampoo to Leng Zhen, she went to deliver brown sugar ginger tea to Tu Si Zi.
The dodder was sleeping quietly in bed without making a fuss. When she saw her enter the room, she quickly sat up and stared at her intently. When she reached the bedside, she reached out to take the teacup and took a small sip.
"Why..." He took another sip, "Why does it taste so bitter?"
"How could it be? Brown sugar water isn't bitter at all." She patted his shoulder. "Drink it all, okay? Be a good boy."
Dodder looked troubled, but still obediently finished the brown sugar ginger tea.
He fainted on the bed immediately after drinking it, foaming at the mouth.
"Ah! What's wrong with you..." Leng Cuizhu reached out to pull him, only to realize something. She slapped her thigh: "Oh no, I forgot to wash the pot after boiling the water."
She hadn't expected oleander juice to be so toxic; just a few drops were enough to poison the child, Cuscuta.
She tried feeding him water and inducing vomiting, but he still didn't wake up. She rummaged through drawers and found a packet of laxatives that Leng Zhen had made before. Just as she added it to the water to feed the dodder, the dodder suddenly woke up.
“Oh,” she put down her glass, “you’re awake.”
Dodder clutched her chest, still shaken: "Host, I...I had a really scary dream."
Leng Cuizhu: "Are you hungry?"
The dodder seed muttered to itself, "Someone has been chasing me... threatening me as they chase me."
"He threatened me, saying that if I didn't finish the storyline this month, he would take me offline and fire me."
Leng Cuizhu continued, "Do you need to pee? I just gave you a lot of water."
"I'm not afraid!" he roared from the ceiling, "I'm not afraid of you!"
"...What are you doing?" She wondered if Cuscuta was hallucinating from the poison. It seemed she needed to take some laxatives to expel the poison, lest she become as delirious as she was now.
She picked up the water glass on the table and handed it to him: "Stop yelling, have some water."
Dodder grasped her hands: "Host, I love you, and no one is allowed to separate us!"
He shouted at the ceiling again: "That's just how I am. What's wrong with a system falling in love with its host? You cold-hearted people, do you even know what love is? Have you ever been cared for by such a beautiful and kind-hearted woman? Do you know what it feels like to be favored in dire straits? You don't understand anything, and you will never understand me!"
"I quit! So what if you fire me? Do you think you bunch of bots can kill me?"
"...Who are you talking to?" She also looked up at the ceiling.
Dodder suddenly hugged her.
His voice was hoarse as he roared, and he sobbed, "I love you."
"oh."
"Let's never be apart, okay?"
“The system has a long lifespan, it can live for thousands of years. After your husband dies, we will get married and become husband and wife. I will take care of you in your old age and see you off when you die, and take care of your descendants.”
"If you have no descendants, I will guard your grave until you are reincarnated, and when I meet you again, I will stay by your side and watch you get married, start a family, and have children..."
Leng Cuizhu said in a low voice, "Why are you thinking so much?"
"If you stop liking me and become disgusted with me in the future, will you still want to stay with me forever? A lifetime is a long time, let alone several lifetimes. A person's true feelings can't withstand that kind of time."
“No,” the dodder cried. “If that’s the case, then you can kill me and eat me, lock me in a cage, and kill me every time I live, so that I can suffer a thousand cuts forever.”
She suddenly said, "I won't eat such a pungent chicken."
Since that day, Cuscuta has been acting as if possessed, with a persistent high fever.
At first, he could still get out of bed to drink porridge, but later he couldn't even get out of bed anymore. He curled up in a ball all day long, and his body was burning hot like a furnace.
Even more bizarrely, his hair began to turn yellow, and within a few days, most of it had turned yellow.
What was originally just dry and yellowish bangs has now turned into real yellow hair.
"how are you feeling?"
She wrung out the towel, brushed the sweaty hair from Cuscuta's forehead to one side, and covered her forehead with the towel.
"hot……"
The dodder was covered up completely by the bedding, with only its head sticking out.
His face flushed red, and he groggily reached for her hand: "Host, my body is so hot... and it hurts so much."
Am I going to die?
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