Bai Xia almost couldn’t remember the last time she had “happy times.”
Now, the memories resurfaced.
Back then, it was still early.
She was young, her parents were still alive, and she didn’t live in the Underground Street, but in a beautiful Little Apartment.
It was a midsummer afternoon.
She lay on the small bed in her home, pretending to nap, but secretly playing on her phone.
A classmate sent her a Compressed Video File called “Good Stuff.”
She hesitated for a moment, then clicked it open.
And so, youth began to stir.
It was the only time.
There are always mistakes in youth—movies show teenage love and abortions, but reality isn’t so dramatic.
Still, everyone does some rule-breaking, like copying homework, sneaking cheat sheets, or staying out overnight.
By comparison, Bai Xia’s actions hardly counted as unruly.
At least… the school rules didn’t say you couldn’t ‘rush,’ right?
After that, Bai Xia never did it again.
Besides reality, she preferred the feeling of controlling herself.
Whether emotions or bodily reactions, the girl was a master of self-control.
Until today.
Until now.
The first few minutes left her stunned, unable to decide what to do.
By the ten-minute mark, when Bai Xia realized something was wrong and wanted to go next door to stop it, it was too late.
She couldn’t even get out of bed!
Even moving made her tremble!
And after more than ten minutes, for the second time in years, Bai Xia experienced that sensation again—full-body trembling, back arched like a bridge, and a loss of control…
“Bai, Xiao, Ya!”
The girl wiped the fragrant sweat from her forehead and bit down hard on the name.
But soon her pretty face changed again.
No way… it’s still going?
The Eldest Miss of the Bai family ate too well, not only well-nourished but also full of energy.
Another round of ten-plus minutes passed, and Bai Xia’s mood shifted from anger, to calm, back to anger.
A full hour!
When the final storm ended and she was sure there would be no next time, Bai Xia was filled with fury and prepared to go next door.
But as soon as she sat up, overwhelming sleepiness surged through her, fatigue overtaking her body, and she collapsed again.
Zzzz
***
May 3rd, the third day of the holiday.
The early bird gets the worm, the late bird sleeps well.
Bai Xiaoya slept straight until noon—12 o’clock, with the sun high in the sky.
She rubbed her eyes and slowly woke up.
Just opening her eyes and seeing the daylight outside startled her.
She worried she was late for work, but touching the soft General Big White Rabbit brought instant comfort.
That’s right, I’m no longer the wage slave who had to rise early and work late in my past life.
Now, I’m a rich heiress with a big chest!
Her body, exhausted from last night’s “hard work,” was still sore and weak.
But it was a happy kind of tiredness, like staying up all night playing her favorite game, lying in bed too tired to move, but smiling with joy.
Come to think of it, should I take a bath?
But I’m so tired, I can’t even lift my arms.
Bai Xiaoya thought for a moment, lifted the corner of the blanket, and closed her eyes to feel.
Mmm, fragrant!
I’ll wash tonight, then.
She lay on the bed a while longer, then picked up her phone and sent a message to Zhang Butler—
[Old Zhang, tell the Kitchen I want ribs for lunch, and some stewed hen with angelica and red dates.]
Overworked, need to replenish energy.
[Zhang Butler: Yes, Eldest Miss, understood!]
Bai Xiaoya tossed the phone aside, closed her eyes, and stretched comfortably.
Nice! Now this is living!
Get up for lunch, rest after eating, then go back to sleep.
Don’t ask why—napping is healthy.
Zzzz
Bai Xiaoya’s day was blissful—sleep, eat, sleep, then play on her phone after waking.
No work, no class, no chores, just laughter.
The day passed in a pleasant blur, and night fell.
Tonight was cloudy, thick clouds covering the sky—a dark, windy night.
Bai Xia turned on the desk lamp.
Her wine-red eyes stared coldly at the wall.
No one knew how she spent the day, starting from last night.
If Bai Xiaoya wanted to sleep, she had to be sleepy; if Bai Xiaoya wanted to eat, she had to feel full; if Bai Xiaoya wanted to ‘rush,’ she had to… as well.
All day, nothing but eating and sleeping!
When evening came and Counseling Mode ended, Bai Xia regained her freedom and a burning fury.
‘Second Young Miss, do you have any plans?’
This was the question Li Butler asked her yesterday after arriving at the Bai family.
Li Butler meant to ask if she had any hobbies or wants, so he could make arrangements.
Bai Xia’s answer then was, “Just studying and living well is enough.”
But her true plan was to first gather strength and look for a chance to investigate the “Business” from years ago that caused her family’s downfall.
It wasn’t just a simple commercial failure—it was entangled with something mysterious.
The Pocket Watch in her hand was proof.
But now, all plans could wait.
Bai Xia had a new urgent mission that had to be accomplished tomorrow.
To fiercely () Bai Xiaoya!
Counseling was effective.
Bai Xia agreed with the mysterious existence’s view—big-chested women really need to be disciplined.
A hundred times wouldn’t be too much!
Her rage burned into her dreams, not cooling even by dawn.
But by the next day, after a good sleep, Bai Xia calmed down enough to plan rationally.
First, post-event safety assurance.
Around nine in the morning, Li Butler arrived at the door carrying some equipment.
“Second Young Miss, the items you requested have arrived.”
After waking, Bai Xia had messaged him, saying she wasn’t used to old-fashioned cameras and asking him to find a new Digital Camera, and a Fixed Tripod as well.
So Li Butler went out early and bought them.
“Thank you, Uncle Li.
There’s one more thing,” Bai Xia said.
“Please wait outside the door for a moment.”
Such a simple request—of course Li Butler obeyed immediately.
Bai Xia placed her phone on the bedside table and turned the volume to maximum.
She stepped out as well and closed the door.
“Uncle Li, can you hear the sound inside?
I’m afraid I’ll disturb others if I play music.”
“Please rest assured, Second Young Miss.
The room is well soundproofed; even like this, you can only hear muffled sounds—it’s hard to make out clearly.”
Li Butler pressed his ear to the door.
Bai Xia smiled.
“Thank you.
Now I’m relieved.”
“It’s nothing.
Anything else, Second Young Miss?”
“No, that’s all.”
Good.
The environmental risks of the operation site were confirmed—it was safe to proceed.
Next, Bai Xia returned to her room, locked the door, and pulled out her suitcase to find several useful items.
A Lock Pick circulating on the Underground Street Black Market.
While clumsy for most cases, it was barely enough to handle a bedroom lock.
A Signal Blocker, bought from the secondhand market, rumored to be used in past years’ exam halls, able to block cell signals.
Some Nylon Restraints from the Rose Nightclub in the Underground Street—their use was self-explanatory and might come in handy.
With the just-acquired Digital Camera and Tripod, equipment was ready—only timing remained.