After communicating with Su Li initially, Su Li had clearly stated that she did not want to handle anything related to Chi Qingya’s property, so that part was still left to Bai Huizi.
As the older sister by a few years, Bai Huizi naturally understood Su Li’s feelings.
Everyone has people they don’t want to see—she was no exception.
Although she disliked seeing Shen Cishu, sometimes she still had to help handle some matters for her.
And the more she helped Shen Cishu clean up messes, the more she resented having this sister.
On the surface, Shen Cishu appeared like a cold, aloof fairy detached from worldly affairs, perched high above others. But from childhood until now, if their mother wasn’t dealing with Shen Cishu’s problems, it was always Bai Huizi.
Looking at the message from the tenant on her phone, Bai Huizi suddenly felt a strange connection with Su Li’s fate.
The girl living with Su Li looked just like her own sister—always pestering others.
Then she’d put on that air of never having to lift a finger, acting all high and mighty, as if she were the perfect model of a person.
Even after the phone screen went dark, Bai Huizi kept staring at it.
She recalled some things from the past, when their parents weren’t home and the two sisters were left alone.
Her sister had clogged the toilet and wanted help. Bai Huizi tried to assist, but her sister insisted on being stubborn, believing she could handle it on her own.
So she insisted on dealing with the toilet herself, competing with Bai Huizi over such a trivial matter, and ended up making a mess everywhere.
It was such a simple, easy task, but in the end, someone still had to be called in to clean up the aftermath.
And the one who got blamed was her, not her sister.
Bai Huizi exhaled deeply. Just recalling that scene made her inexplicably frustrated—and that was only one incident.
Dealing with this tenant’s problem wasn’t difficult. All she needed to do was schedule a time and have a plumber come check it out.
Since Su Li had already taken care of most of the issues, it didn’t matter if Bai Huizi went up the mountain herself now. It was far easier than before.
From her experience, the problem wasn’t with the tenant’s apartment itself but rather with Chi Qingya, Su Li’s former girlfriend living upstairs.
Though she knew Su Li wouldn’t bother, Bai Huizi still found it amusing to forward the message to Su Li.
【Little Su Li, since you left, your little girlfriend seems to be doing poorly on her own.】
As soon as Bai Huizi sent the message, Su Li immediately replied.
【None of my business.】
【She’s not my girlfriend, whatever happens to her has nothing to do with me.】
Seeing Su Li’s reply and imagining her expression when replying, Bai Huizi felt a tickle in her heart and quickly drained the glass of red wine in one gulp.
She laughed too eagerly, and the wine spilled from the corner of her mouth, trickling down her chin into the hollow of her collarbone.
The deep red liquid slid down her chest and seeped into the neckline of her silk nightgown, soaking it until semi-transparent, clinging to her full breasts and revealing shadows of grape-purple beneath.
Droplets caught in the curves of her cleavage shimmered like scattered diamonds with every breath.
Go meet her, that woman named Chi Qingya.
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S Country.
Even though she wanted to transport all the equipment back home for treatment, moving the devices alone still required some time.
Jin Ke’er had repeatedly raised the price to speed things up, but to little avail.
Meanwhile, she chose more aggressive treatment methods, enduring physical pain several times worse than before.
With these treatments, her mood became increasingly oppressive and irritable, and the destructive desire within her grew even stronger.
Even with news of Su Li’s movements, Lan Yinyun still couldn’t find a way to communicate with her. Jin Ke’er deeply suspected that Su Li was unwilling to return home to search for her.
To ease her inner frustration, Jin Ke’er asked Lan Yinyun to find a few professionals to vent her suppressed emotions on.
But none of them were effective. Even after paying far more than for Su Li’s services, they barely managed to quell her rage.
Most were one-time uses; some fled in panic before she could fully vent her emotions.
These useless wastes were like trash bags scattered everywhere—no matter how many layers were stacked, they couldn’t hold her bottled-up feelings. Soon, they’d burst.
That unspent anger was like a leaking pressure cooker, the hissing growing fainter until only the valve trembled rhythmically in the residual heat.
Whenever she heard Su Li’s moans in videos, or imagined her entertaining others, she’d be swept up in fury all over again.
Unable to hear Su Li’s voice made her furious; hearing it only made her angrier.
She had thought of finding others to satisfy her desires, but none could cherish her bare feet and kiss them as tenderly as Su Li did.
Most fled in terror before even holding her feet.
Jin Ke’er realized it was as if only Su Li’s expressionless face could stir the fire inside her, allowing her to completely release her pent-up emotions.
She regretted being so rash.
Why had she been in such a hurry to cut ties with Su Li, especially without lining up a replacement?
She thought anyone could take Su Li’s place easily, but hadn’t realized Su Li had already reached the pinnacle of this profession.
Even so, no matter how top-tier, it couldn’t change her lowly status.
In their powerful family, who was just a little plaything?
As long as it was done discreetly, it was fine.
But if she ever saw Su Li again, she would punish her harshly—how could Su Li be so ruthless to cut her off so decisively and play around with others!
Even if she had her reasons, it was unacceptable!
She needed Su Li, but that didn’t mean she would give her face!
Jin Ke’er gasped, struggling to suppress her anger, fighting the urge to throw her phone. Instead, she turned on the vibration mode and tucked the phone beneath her blanket, quietly feeling its buzzing.
Her right hand held the phone playing a video of Su Li meeting with a singer named MOKA, while her other hand rested on the blanket, slowly rubbing the fabric.
Time quietly passed—she didn’t know how long.
Suddenly, Jin Ke’er stopped twisting the blanket. The warm air from the air conditioner brushed the sweat on her nape, causing her shoulder blades to shudder sharply.
After swallowing three times, her clenched fist loosened, leaving crescent-shaped imprints on her palm that oozed fine moisture.
Her gaze fixed on a sliver of moonlight slipping through the curtains, her breathing two beats faster than the ticking second hand.
Her lower abdominal muscles tensed and relaxed in cycles, veins on the back of her hand flickering with the phone’s vibration.
When a faint sob came from the phone, a choked gasp finally rolled out of her throat, like a red-hot iron plunged suddenly into cold water.
Her knuckles pressed against the cooling wheelchair armrest, the metal’s scratches digging into her fingertips in the dark.
At the moment her body trembled slightly, Jin Ke’er slowly pulled the blanket over her face, letting her damp hair stick to half her cheek.
Her breath muffled in the quilt, becoming a humid cocoon until the ringing in her ears drowned out the air conditioner’s hum.
Su Li truly was her cure!