Seven days remain until the end of the month.
Three days have passed since Zhao Yicheng drugged her, launched a sneak attack while she was unconscious, and she made a desperate escape.
Xu Yinsheng has been holed up in the villa, with all the lights on, twenty-four hours a day, illuminating every corner.
These three days have been a period of extreme trepidation and anxiety for her, living in constant fear that Zhao Yicheng might suddenly burst into the villa and pin her to the bed for revenge.
Xu Yinsheng admitted that she had been a bit heavy-handed.
But given the situation at the time, if she hadn’t struck hard, she might have ended up reporting to the proctology department the next day.
After fleeing back to the villa, she tried calling Zhao Yicheng, hoping to ease his anger with an apology, but no one answered.
Xu Yinsheng wasn’t sure if that beer bottle had killed Zhao Yicheng or just knocked him out, but she had used a lot of force, and then, with a “bang,” a miracle happened: the beer bottle broke in half.
***
~ In the bedroom ~
A small bulge rose on the pristine white bed.
Xu Yinsheng was completely curled up under the covers.
On the bedside table lay beef jerky and compressed biscuits, while torn food wrappers and biscuit crumbs were scattered on the floor.
Xu Yinsheng had a pair of panda eyes, dark circles under them, and bloodshot eyes.
She had barely closed her eyes these past three days.
Even when she occasionally felt sleepy, closing her eyes would instantly bring that refined scoundrel’s face to mind, startling her awake.
“Drugging” – a term very common in film, novel, and comic works.
It’s often used by villainous characters against beautiful female leads or supporting characters, or even male leads and supporting characters in some works, as a means of forceful appropriation, though it almost always fails.
Even now, Xu Yinsheng hadn’t fully recovered from the shock of “Zhao Yicheng drugging her.”
She knew Zhao Yicheng had a mental illness, that his emotions could be extremely radical in certain ways, but drugging… that was no longer just radical; that was perverted!
If she didn’t have her “save/load” ability, allowing her to freely switch bodies and leave the drug’s effect in male Xu Yinsheng’s body while counterattacking with female Xu Yinsheng’s body, she might have been done for at the hands of her good brother.
Until now, she hadn’t dared to switch back.
These three days had been a constant back-and-forth between the Succubus Girl Xu Yinsheng and Female Xu Yinsheng.
Xu Yinsheng picked up a cola and took a sip.
Having drunk too much carbonated beverage these past three days, the cola tasted bitter.
Her dry lips told her that her body needed real water.
Xu Yinsheng licked the corner of her mouth and put the cola down.
She had been eating nothing but snacks and carbonated drinks for days; her mouth was practically watering for something real.
Ding-dong!
Ding-dong!
Ding-dong!!
The crisp doorbell sound came from the tablet controlling the villa’s entire security system.
Thinking it was Zhao Yicheng, Xu Yinsheng jumped in fright, scrambling to hide under the bed.
She wasn’t timid; she was genuinely scared!
Ever since Zhao Yicheng almost succeeded in drugging her, she felt she had developed “Zhao Yicheng PTSD.”
The thought of Zhao Yicheng, or even seeing anything related to him, sent an involuntary chill down her spine, as if she had encountered a natural predator in her ecological niche.
The doorbell rang for a long time, so long that Xu Yinsheng nervously dared to glance at the tablet.
The monitor on the outer gate of the villa showed a delivery man wearing a baseball cap and a mask, a green jacket, and a very noticeable red bow tie on his collar.
After pressing the doorbell for a while with no response, he spoke into the intercom at the iron gate, “Hello, is anyone home? Please sign for your package.”
“Who are you?”
Xu Yinsheng’s panicked voice came through the intercom.
“Global Express. May I confirm if this is Mr. Xu Yinsheng, last four digits 188? This is a Christmas gift from Ms. Chen,” the green-jacketed delivery man said.
Ms. Chen?
Mom!
She still remembered her son who was far away in China!
The other person’s voice was different from Zhao Yicheng’s, which slightly put Xu Yinsheng at ease, but she still chose to be cautious.
“Christmas gift… just put it on the ground, I’ll come get it.”
“Mr. Xu, please cooperate with our signing process.”
The green-jacketed delivery man gestured with his pen and signature slip.
“Do you have an employee ID?” Xu Yinsheng asked, still uneasy.
The green-jacketed delivery man seemed quite accustomed to this.
With practiced ease, he pulled out an employee ID from his pocket, unfolded it, and presented it to the camera.
On the ID was a picture of an ordinary-looking man, along with a courier number, a complaint hotline, and the official logo of Global Express.
The complete documentation dispelled Xu Yinsheng’s last shred of doubt. She spoke into the tablet in her hand.
“Okay… I understand. I’ll be right down.”
***
Soon, Xu Yinsheng, wearing a pair of slippers, came down from the second floor of the villa.
The delivery person in a green jacket had been waiting for a while.
Seeing Xu Yinsheng open the electrified iron gate, they hurriedly handed over the delivery receipt.
It seemed they still had plenty of delivery tasks to complete.
With swift, flowing strokes, Xu Yinsheng signed her name in one go.
Handing the signed receipt back, Xu Yinsheng received a large cardboard package, roughly 80 cm tall and 40 cm wide, big enough to fit a crouching teenager.
The green-jacketed delivery person, now holding the signed receipt, didn’t leave. Instead, they stood still.
“Why aren’t you leaving?”
Xu Yinsheng looked at them, her brows slightly furrowed, assuming they were expecting a tip. She pulled out a few red banknotes and offered them.
The delivery person reached out, but instead of taking the money, they grabbed her arm.
Before Xu Yinsheng could react, they pulled her into their embrace.
“My delivery has arrived too,” they whispered softly.
In the next moment, a powerful electric shock surged through her, and Xu Yinsheng’s body went limp, collapsing into their arms.
Zhao Yicheng tossed aside the stun gun in his right hand and removed his mask, revealing a face wrapped in bandages.
There was still a slight wound on his forehead, though it had mostly healed.
“Easier than I imagined,” Zhao Yicheng said with a smile, gently patting Xu Yinsheng’s slightly chubby cheeks.
His actions were tender, but his eyes were filled with unparalleled madness and obsession.
He pressed Xu Yinsheng’s small hand onto a fingerprint panel outside the iron gate.
With a click, the gate slowly swung open inward.
Zhao Yicheng carried Xu Yinsheng to the delivery van, thoughtfully feeding her a few potent sleeping pills to ensure she stayed asleep for a long time.
Then… Zhao Yicheng picked up a bucket of gasoline and walked into the villa.
Could a little kitten own a villa?
Of course not.
Could a little kitten have a human identity?
Of course not.
Could a little kitten have a social circle?
Of course not anymore.
So, what could a little kitten have?
Only its master, of course.
Raging flames erupted, and the Xu family villa was engulfed in fire!
Standing on the outskirts of the blaze, he watched the house—filled with shared, beautiful memories with Xiao Yin—turn to ashes.
A strange, indescribable feeling welled up in his heart.
It was a sense of relief he had never felt before, as if all the burdens weighing on his body had vanished, and the crazed shackles deep within his soul had completely fallen away.
After a long while, Zhao Yicheng let out a heavy breath and chuckled softly.
“Heh heh… haha…”
Soon, his laughter soared.
He felt like a drowning person who had suddenly broken through the surface of the water, struggling to shore.
The air was scorching, yet it felt so sweet to him.
He should have done this long ago, shouldn’t he?
Burn it all, burn it bigger, until everything was reduced to ashes.
He returned to the delivery van, looking at the unconscious girl sleeping in the back seat, a faint smile curling his lips.
From now on, he could finally start raising his kitten properly.
…
What can I possibly say rightnow?