Chapter 50

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Chapter 50: I Want To Know She Is

“Do you want it? Do you want it, hmm?”

As soon as Heli walked into the house, she saw Gloria and Mi Xiaoliu sitting on the floor together. Gloria was covering Mi Xiaoliu’s mouth from behind, teasing her by rubbing a hot dog under her nose.

Mi Xiaoliu sat quietly, letting Gloria mess with her without struggling. Not that struggling would do any good—with strength barely enough to open a bottle cap, she was no match for Gloria.

Why is this person such a jerk?

Bad people should be punished, even if they’re spoiled rich kids.

At Sasha’s prompting, Mi Xiaoliu gave a fierce sniff—smearing clear snot onto the hot dog.

Gloria’s expression froze instantly. The angelic face twisted into a fierce snarl. “You little brat! Do you know how long I stood in line to get this?!”

While Gloria lay sprawled on the floor mourning the fallen hot dog, Mi Xiaoliu got up, patted her butt, grabbed her homework, and trotted over to Heli to hold it up for inspection.

“Hmm. Not bad.” At this grade level, one glance was enough to see what was right and wrong.

Heli pulled out a tissue and wiped Mi Xiaoliu’s nose. Then she turned to Gloria again: “Where’d you buy that hot dog?”

“Not telling. Go find it yourself, store by store.” Gloria, seething, tossed the hot dog away and stormed out of this house of sorrow—shooting Mi Xiaoliu a look full of threat on the way out.

Disgusting!

“Master, please never do that again,” Sasha warned her in her mind.

“Why not?”

It felt kind of novel.

“A lady, master! A lady!”

Why would God give such an adorable girl a nose just so it can drip snot? Is that something people are supposed to put in their mouths?

“…I don’t get it.”

After checking the homework, Heli motioned for Mi Xiaoliu to sit down in front of her.

“That boy yesterday—he stayed at your place?”

When she’d gone to Mi Xiaoliu’s room earlier, she’d seen bedding neatly folded on the sofa.

Today, Yiwen hadn’t come along—she found it too uncomfortable to sleep clothed, so she ended up quietly flying home through the window. Still, she dragged Mi Xiaoliu out for tennis until late at night, making Heli—who had been silently watching from the “spectator seat” for who knows how long—increasingly impatient.

“Mm-hmm,” Mi Xiaoliu nodded.

“From now on, if a boy wants to stay over, say no.” Heli spoke with a blank expression.

“Why?”

Sasha had said the same thing before.

“No reason. Or you can just pay next month’s rent.” Heli pinched Mi Xiaoliu’s cheeks.

“Mmm…” Mi Xiaoliu silently made a mental note.

“Give me the contact lenses. I want to research them.” Heli took out five bills from her wallet and handed them over. Then, after a brief thought, she added, “I’ll only research them twice a month.”

Too much money would spoil her.

During dinner, Gloria didn’t show up—no one was there to fight Mi Xiaoliu for the meat.

Bliss.

A car pulled up outside again. It looked ordinary, nothing high-end.

But the person it was picking up? Far from ordinary.

After two honks, Gloria reluctantly came out and got in. It looked like she was finally heading home.

The driver inside wasn’t a maid or the director, but a man with black hair. His hair was stylishly permed, and despite the growing April heat, he wore a white padded trench coat. With his back turned to Gloria, she couldn’t see his face or expression.

“I heard you attended a small gang’s charity gala and even intercepted a criminal,” he said, his tone calm and voice nondescript.

“Just letting off steam,” Gloria muttered, propping her chin on her hand and lighting a cigarette one-handed.

“You’ve picked up smoking too?”

“Just started.”

“You haven’t gotten a boyfriend, have you?”

“What business is it of yours if I do or don’t? Trying to budget the bride price ahead of time?” She scoffed—basically a roundabout way of denying it. She’d learned to smoke from a good friend, and this guy wanted to control everything.

“Why haven’t you answered your mom’s messages?”

“My phone broke.”

“I’ll buy you a new one.”

“Okay then, get me a Durian 20.” Gloria narrowed her eyes, referencing a device that wouldn’t exist for years. “The school nurse’s kid is already using a Durian 14. I want one six generations ahead.”

The man frowned. “I’ll get you two Durian 10s.”

Together, that made a Durian 20.

“Go apologize to your mother. She’s really worried about you.” He took a pack of gum from the car door and tossed it into the back seat. “To get rid of the smoke smell.”

“Why should I apologize? What did I do wrong?” She didn’t take the gum and even flicked ash into the pack, nearly lighting the whole thing on fire.

At a red light, the man looked up. “Even if she was wrong, neither you nor I have the right to judge her.”

“Oh sure, family and honor come first. Misha deserved to die. Misha had it coming. Sorry, I almost forgot—you didn’t even show up to Misha’s funeral.” She kicked open the locked door and stormed out.

“No…”

The middle-aged man didn’t stop her. He simply stepped out to check if the kicked door had hit anyone.

—

So when the door opened again and it wasn’t Heli, Mi Xiaoliu immediately dropped her homework and tried to crawl under the bed—but fate caught her ankle before she could escape.

“My beloved, don’t run, my queen~”

She was drunk. Reeking.

Mi Xiaoliu turned her head away, trying not to breathe in the alcohol fumes as Gloria pinned her hands to the wall with one of hers.

“Beautiful… why won’t you look at me, your king—urk…” She started gagging.

Mi Xiaoliu kept shaking her head. Her expression didn’t change much, but the fear was clear.

Circle (Quanquan) tried to defend her, clawing at Gloria’s legs—but being small and short, it could only reach her designer boots.

“Can’t you send someone to come get her? She bullies kids at my house every day,” Heli said coldly into her phone, making sure the director on the other end could hear exactly what his precious daughter was up to.

An endless list of crimes.

No one replied. The call ended. Then came the notification sound—”SmartPay: 2,000,500 miras received.”

Director’s note: “Use the extra 500 to buy hangover medicine.”

Heli: “…”

“Misha… no…” Gloria began crying again, clinging tightly to the back of Mi Xiaoliu’s head and trying to smother her with her breast.

Mi Xiaoliu shook her head frantically.

Heli sighed and walked over with her own stash of hangover pills. “Take this.”

“No!” Gloria resisted.

Heli’s hand moved like lightning, chopping her cleanly at the back of the neck—a motion so swift and practiced it was clearly premeditated.

After that, Mi Xiaoliu didn’t dare come back to Heli’s house for two full days.

—

Clutching the money Heli gave her, Mi Xiaoliu once again activated —–

[Memory Fragment:]

This time, she saw a white-haired woman gently cradling young Mi Xiaoliu in her lap, patiently guiding her through a textbook lesson.

Second extraction—same scene. But this time, Mi Xiaoliu was sitting opposite the woman. The content was identical.

Frowning, she did a third pull.

Still the same memory. Same lesson. But the woman’s tone was far more perfunctory now, and the smile on her face had turned stiff.

She wanted to extract more—but was afraid of running out of money.

She really wanted to know who that woman was.

“Sasha,” Mi Xiaoliu called out, hoping to ask directly.

“Master, Sasha is asleep,” came the reply.

“Oh…”

You shouldn’t disturb people when they’re resting.

“Master, you already have plenty of memories now—and more will come with time. How about you stop extracting?”

Even if her common sense was still far from complete.

“No.”