Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 101

"He has arms, legs, and a brain; doesn't he know his way around?!" "How dare you slack off at work? Do you think you deserve the salary I pay you?!"

[Main Text: Chapter Fifty-Seven]

The little grass completely ignored me and asked, "What does the young master want with me?"

"I told you to go die."

"Fifty years from now."

I was so angry I threw a pillow at her. Everyone's trying to annoy me! "I'm firing you!"

...I threw it too hard and it aggravated my wound. I covered the painful area, gritted my teeth, and unbuttoned my clothes. Damn it, it bled again. Xiaocao came over, glanced at the reopened wound, and automatically got some medicine and bandages to bandage it for me. This girl must have been incredibly clever! After a while, Xiaocao started nagging: "You know your own situation, don't cause trouble for others."

My eyes were red with anger; I knew she couldn't suddenly become a good person. "Who's the boss?!" Just as I was about to give her a lecture, Xiaocao grabbed my arm and asked with a strange expression, "Who gave it to you?"

"Of course it's my own body." I'm not a prosthetic leg.

"I'm asking you about what you're holding!"

Damn it! How dare you raise your voice at me! You've gone too far! "Your lover begged me to give it to you." That'll make you furious.

The little grass sadly lowered my arm, "Why, why?"

She muttered to herself for a while, then suddenly looked at me, grabbed my hand, and forcefully pulled the thing off my hand.

I stared at her in shock, ignoring the blood she was drawing. She's gone mad! Call 120!

The little grass cried out, "Why! Why should I give it to you!"

Are you really upset? Even if I don't like her, we've been together for a long time and I still have feelings for her: "Don't...cry," aren't you usually quite strong? Today you're acting like a madwoman: "Little grass, is it really that serious?" You and Sikong have absolutely no connection. I've already been very loyal by not laughing at you, you toad.

Little Grass glared with her snow-white eyes and said coldly, "In what way can you compare to my sister!"

After saying that, Xiaocao shook off my hand and ran away.

I stared blankly at the door. I had just noticed how beautiful Xiaocao's eyes were, what a pity! I wasn't allowed to fully appreciate them.

"Shh—!" I gasped, the wound hurt terribly! "Help! I'm dying of pain! Help! Where are you all?!"

"ah!"

"Ah!" Do I have to save myself? Everyone else fled when disaster struck, I hate you all!

The next day, I lay in bed, ignoring everyone. When my mother called me to get up, I pretended not to hear. Zimo came to keep me company, but I pretended not to know. Xiaocao finally calmed down and helped me with my morning wash, but I didn't let her get away with it.

The shameless guy came to apologize in a timid and submissive manner, but I didn't even get out of bed.

I protest! I'm going on a hunger strike! I'm going to starve myself from the sun! I'm going to starve myself from the moon! I'm going to starve myself from the air! I'm going to starve myself... I'm going to starve myself... In short, I'm going to starve myself from everything!

"Little Eleven. Fourth Brother brought you two comic books. Would you like to use them to pass the time?"

Oh no, I drew this, what's so interesting about it? Don't try to trick me into coming out. I wrapped myself up like a cocoon and disappeared.

Zi Mo gently patted the cocoon outside: "Little Eleven, be good, you haven't eaten anything today."

If you cultivate immortality and ascend to heaven, you won't need to eat anymore.

Zi Mo sighed and suddenly said, "If you can't get married with this kind of temper, then you might as well stay married!"

Who says I can't get married? Chou Qian even proposed to me! But I didn't say yes.

Zi Mo sat on the edge of my bed and kept saying to me, "Little Eleven, Fourth Brother should send you Lu Susu's Six Rules for Women's Self-Cultivation."

I've read it. To be honest, this old man is well-versed in the Four Books for Women, but he hasn't raised a lady. This proves that there's a huge gap between reading and reality.

"Eleven, what color do you like? Your birthday is coming soon, so your fourth brother will have some new clothes made for you."

Bah! I'm so young, why would I celebrate my birthday? Do you want me to shorten my lifespan? Only a fool like Wu Hui would celebrate his birthday.

"Don't stay inside all the time during the National Day holiday; it's bad for your health."

It was never good to begin with.

Seeing that his own words were uninteresting, Zi Mo flipped through the book and said, "Fourth Brother will read you a comic book."

Oh dear! My poor ears!

...

It was noon, and Zimo kept reading comics, while I remained trapped in my own self-imposed confinement.

He read with such intonation that I was about to fall asleep when Zi Mo's personal servant ran over and said, "Fourth Young Master, the Emperor sent Eunuch Hai with an imperial edict that the Emperor will be arriving at the Shen residence at 11 PM. The entire household is already kneeling at the gate to welcome His Majesty. Master asked me to tell you to prepare for the arrival."

Fools, you still have three or four hours left to kneel from noon until 1 PM, so you might as well kneel properly!

Zi Mo closed the book and said, "I understand. Go and prepare with the master."

The servant left, and Zi Mo turned to me: "When the eleventh day of the month comes out, the emperor will be coming. We must not be impolite."

No! I don't care if the Jade Emperor comes; it's all your fault for bullying me yesterday.

"On the eleventh, get up, wash and dress, and go to the front hall to await your greetings."

No, I'm not going! I wrapped myself up tighter, protesting that Zi Mo was calling me.

Zimo and I spent an hour trying to figure it out but couldn't get anywhere, so in the end, he went to find someone to kneel down in frustration.