Chapter 73 Chapter 73 “Damn…you’re such a goblin…
Below the floor where Yu Sixie and Xi Tong live, there is a relatively independent guest room area.
This place is usually used to accommodate close guests or family members for temporary stay.
Yu Ziche lives in one of the rooms here.
Now, the guest room next to him has been carefully cleaned up and welcomed a new resident - Xueying.
On the surface, this decision was made because Yu's mother felt sorry for this girl with "a miserable life and a hardworking and studious heart". She thought it would be inconvenient for her to do research in the school dormitory. She also considered that Xitong and she were from the same school, so if she came to live with Xitong, they could take care of each other and it would also add a younger atmosphere to the home.
The deeper reason, perhaps even Yu's mother herself was not fully aware of, was Xueying's just right obedience, the desire for family warmth that she occasionally revealed, and the face that was similar to Xitong but more fragile, which invisibly touched her heart of pity as an elder.
The layout of the room continues the Yu family's usual low-key luxury.
The walls were a soft light gray, and the floor was covered with thick, creamy white carpet that made no sound when stepped on.
A large single bed is covered in silky Egyptian cotton in a soft champagne pink. A walnut desk and matching bookshelves sit by the window, flooding the room with light. The en suite bathroom is fully equipped, even featuring a small bathtub.
Compared to Yu Ziche's room which is cluttered with game consoles, trendy toys and messy clothes, Xue Ying's room is tidy to the point of being rigid.
She had very few belongings. A few professional books were neatly placed on the bookshelf, skin care products and cosmetics were arranged in an orderly manner on the dressing table, and the few clothes hanging in the closet were mostly plain and elegant colors, similar to her usual dressing style at school.
However, for her, living here is not just for a comfortable place to live.
Xueying stood in the middle of the room, looking around at this space that did not belong to her but was temporarily occupied by her.
The direction of the window allows one to catch a glimpse of a corner of the balcony in Yu Sixie's room upstairs.
Her fingertips gently slid across the smooth desk surface, and a trace of imperceptible calculation and coldness flashed across her eyes.
Moving in is just the first step.
The shortened physical distance means that she has more opportunities to "accidentally encounter" Yu Sixie, and can also observe Xi Tong more closely, and even... get in touch with the core aspects of this family.
Next door, the noisy sound of Yu Ziche playing games could be faintly heard.
Xueying frowned slightly, but soon her brows relaxed again.
Although he is annoying, this good-for-nothing cousin is the key to her plan.
The girl walked to the window and pulled the thin gauze curtain, filtering the overly bright light outside into a soft and hazy one.
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The round dining table of the Yu family was large enough to accommodate ten people.
Yu's father and mother had their usual gentle smiles on their faces.
Yu Sixie sat next to Xitong, his posture as calm as ever.
Xitong ate quietly with elegant manners. There was a sense of alienation and indifference between her brows, as if the hustle and bustle around her was separated from her by an invisible film.
Su Luyao keenly felt that the atmosphere was not right, so she could only bury her head in her food and reduce her presence.
Xizhi sat on the children's dining chair, quietly eating the food on his plate, his big eyes blinking as he curiously looked at the adults at the table with different expressions.
The most "active" one is Yu Ziche.
He seemed to be the source of noise in this strange dinner party. He kept praising his aunt's cooking skills, picking up food for Yu's father and mother, and trying to talk to Yu Sixie, with his hand resting on Xueying's thigh beside him under the table.
And Xue Ying is undoubtedly the most "eye-catching" presence tonight.
She was wearing a soft beige sweater, sitting upright, with impeccable dining etiquette, and a perfect, slightly shy smile on her face.
She answered Yu's mother's concerned questions in a gentle voice, occasionally echoing Yu Ziche's topics, appearing considerate, and even gently reminded Xizhi to be careful with the heat, playing the role of a sensible and considerate person living under someone else's roof to the fullest.
However, her overly perfect performance and the complicated looks she occasionally cast at Xitong made an inexplicable chill appear beneath this harmonious appearance.
At the dining table, the sounds of knives and forks colliding, Yu Ziche's slightly noisy voice, Yu's mother's gentle inquiries, Xue Ying's soft responses... were intertwined together.
It seemed as if there were invisible threads pulling in the air, maintaining a fragile balance that could break at any moment.
Everyone has their own thoughts, and there is a suffocating sense of weirdness in the air.
…
Xueying's arrival was like a tiny stone thrown into the ocean, disappearing into the sea before it could even create ripples.
Xitong did not comment on this. In essence, she and Xueying were no different, both living in someone else's home.
Yu Sixie was indifferent to this.
The Yu Mansion did not become more lively with the arrival of the new member, and life went on as usual.
It was not until the end of spring that Xueying finally got the opportunity she had been waiting for.
The research team took on an important project in cooperation with an overseas institution and needed to send a core member to accompany Lu Feng to the United States for a three-day academic exchange. One of the important tasks was to serve as an on-site translator.
Originally, this task fell on Xueying without any suspense, as she had always actively expressed to her supervisor that she wanted to participate in academic activities.
However, at the team meeting the day before departure, Xueying's face turned pale, she coughed lightly from time to time, and asked Lufeng for leave in a weak voice:
"Teacher, I'm sorry... I had a sudden high fever last night and my throat is terribly sore. The doctor said it was acute tonsillitis and advised me to rest for a few days and absolutely not talk too much... I'm afraid I can't go on this business trip. I'm really sorry for holding everyone back..."
As Xueying spoke, her eyes were slightly red, filled with self-blame and regret.
Lu Feng looked at her and saw that she was indeed sick. Although he was disappointed, he could only express his understanding.
The project cannot be delayed, and someone must provide on-site translation.
At this moment, Xueying raised her tearful eyes, looked at Xitong, and suggested in a sincere tone, "Teacher, Senior Sister Xitong's English is very good and her professional foundation is solid. She is the most suitable person to replace me. Although she has only been here for a short time, this is a good opportunity to quickly integrate into the project..."
Her suggestion of "considering the overall situation" was reasonable. Lu Feng thought about it for a moment and then looked at Xi Tong inquiringly.
Although Xitong felt it was a bit sudden, considering the needs of the project, he could not find any reason to refuse, so he nodded and agreed.
Xueying lowered her eyelids to hide the gleam of triumph that flashed across her eyes.
The next day, Xitong headed to the airport with the tutor team.
The huge Yu family home seemed particularly empty during the day.
Because Yu Sixie had an important video conference in the morning, he did not go to the company, but worked in the study on the top floor of the backyard.
Near noon, he finished the meeting, rubbed his brows tiredly, walked out of the study, and prepared to go downstairs to rest for a while.
As soon as I reached the stairs, I heard a suppressed, faint sob coming from downstairs.
Yu Sixie paused and looked in the direction of the voice, only to see Xue Ying sitting alone on the sofa in the living room on the first floor, with her back to him and her shoulders slightly heaving.
He didn't want to disturb them and was about to leave.
But Xueying seemed to have heard his footsteps. She stood up hurriedly and turned around. There were still traces of tears on her face. Her eyes and nose were red, and she looked pitiful.
"Mr. Yu... I'm sorry, did I disturb you?"
The girl's voice was hoarse and nasal after crying. She hurriedly wiped her tears with the back of her hand, and her movements seemed a little clumsy and helpless.
Yu Sixie stopped and asked out of basic courtesy, "What's wrong?"
This question opened the floodgates of Xueying's emotions.
Her tears welled up again, but she forced herself not to let them fall, her voice choked with sobs: "No, nothing... I just... I just received a call from home, and... my dad..."
She hesitated to speak, her face revealing unspeakable humiliation and sadness.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, and forced a smile that was uglier than crying: "I'm sorry to have laughed at you. I just... I just feel very tired and confused sometimes. I'm not as amazing as Senior Sister Xitong, who does everything well and has so many people love her... I have nothing. I can only work hard, but I can't seem to escape from this quagmire of a home..."
Her words were fragmented, without specifying what had happened at home, but the despair of being stuck in the quagmire, the loneliness of having no one to rely on, and the powerlessness of trying desperately to break free from fate but being repeatedly frustrated were all vividly expressed.
Yu Sixie looked at Xueying's thin shoulders trembling slightly when she cried, and listened to the heavy burden in her words. Somehow, his mind suddenly flashed back to many years ago when Xitong had just entered college and had shown a fragile and stubborn side in front of him because of the troubles at home.
At that time, Xitong also gritted his teeth and had to rely on himself.
A barely perceptible trace of pity quietly passed through his heart.
Although Xueying and Xitong have very different personalities, their attitude of striving to move forward in the face of adversity seems to have some vague similarities.
Yu Sixie's tone softened unconsciously: "Everyone has their own path to take. There's no need to underestimate yourself. Take care of your health first."
Xueying was secretly delighted to receive his response, which was neither warm nor cold.
She raised her tearful eyes and looked at him gratefully: "Thank you, Mr. Yu. I will."
Those eyes were full of dependence and admiration as if he was the only light in her darkness.
Yu Sixie nodded slightly, said nothing more, and turned and left.
Looking at his departing back, Xueying slowly wiped away her tears, a subtle, cold arc appearing at the corner of her mouth.
A space for them to be alone together, showing weakness to gain sympathy, connecting his past with Xitong... The first step was a good one.
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Yu Ziche's guest room, which was filled with game figures and trendy brand logos, was now filled with a sweet and somewhat decadent atmosphere after passion.
Clothes were scattered messily on the carpet, and the air was still filled with intense breathing.
Xueying leaned naked against the head of the bed, allowing Yu Ziche to cling to her side like a sated large dog, his fingers lingering restlessly on her smooth skin.
There was no expression on her face, and her eyes were staring blankly at the expensive chandelier on the ceiling. There was only cold calculation and a hint of boredom in her heart.
To her, this young, energetic male body was nothing more than a tool to be used, a shortcut to her goal.
She felt no love or pleasure, only a sickening sense of having to pay the price to achieve her goal.
During lovemaking, she could only recall the vulgar taunts of her father from that dilapidated home, Xi Tong's cold yet lucky face, and Yu Sixie's lofty figure...
All the humiliation and ambition were transformed into a more determined and unscrupulous means in the disgusting □.
Yu Ziche came closer and wanted to kiss Xueying, but she turned her head away without leaving a trace.
An idea, like the eyes of a poisonous snake quietly lighting up in the darkness, quickly formed in her mind.
Xueying turned slightly to the side, stretched out her slender fingers, and gently stroked Yu Ziche's sweaty chest. Her tone was deliberately and lazily teasing: "Brother... tell me, if... Senior Sister Xitong accidentally got pregnant with someone else's child... would your brother still cherish her so much?"
Yu Ziche was stunned for a moment, then sneered, saying, "How is that possible? My brother stared at her like the apple of his eye! Besides, who else could Xitong have eyes for besides my brother?"
A hint of sarcasm flashed across Xueying's eyes. What an idiot.
She leaned close to his ear, her warm breath spraying on his earlobe. Her voice was very low and seductive: "Everything depends on human effort... What if she was 'unconscious'? For example... drunk? Or, was she given some... 'stimulating' drug?"
She looked at Yu Ziche's eyes, which had suddenly become filled with doubt and uncertainty, and continued slowly, like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue: "When the time comes, all we need is a suitable 'male protagonist' to appear... and everything will fall into place, won't it? When your brother sees her lying in someone else's bed... Oh, no matter how deep the feelings are, they will be shattered into pieces, right?"
Yu Ziche took a deep breath in shock at Xue Ying's bold and vicious plan, but then a twisted sense of excitement emerged.
He had long been fed up with Yu Sixie always getting the best of everything...
At the same time, Xitong... the scene he saw at their doorstep kept replaying in his mind...
Xue Ying observed Yu Ziche's expression and knew that he was moved, so she added fuel to the fire and drew circles on his chest with her fingers.
"Brother, no one would dislike Senior Sister Xitong, after all, she is so beautiful, it's human nature."
Yu Ziche looked at Xue Ying's charming and calculating face that was so close to him, and a surge of evil fire mixed with the thrill of adventure surged up in him.
He suddenly pushed her back onto the bed, his eyes excited and cloudy: "Fuck...you are such a fucking goblin!"
Xue Ying was under Yu Ziche, enduring a new round of impact, but there was no trace of emotion on her face, only cold indifference and calmness in carrying out her plan.
In order to get out of that muddy place, she would drag everyone down with her.
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