A prestigious girls' school, universally disliked, and me? I have a billion dollars - Chapter 17
Compared to someone like Qiao Ling, who had been pampered since childhood, it was impossible for Tang Sui not to favor Song Fanxing instead.
She had endured hardship for most of her life.
“Little Qiao Ling…”
Tang Sui’s voice was as lazy and unhurried as ever, every syllable carrying an almost hypnotic charm.
“Death is easy.”
“What I want…”
“…is for you to wish you were dead.”
As soon as the words fell, her deep violet eyes locked onto Qiao Ling’s.
“Something very unpleasant is about to happen.”
Qiao Ling remained fearless.
“If you don’t kill me…”
“I’ll tear off your wings.”
“I’ll lock you away.”
“And torture you forever.”
A faint smile curved Tang Sui’s lips.
The nails resting against Qiao Ling’s chest slowly lengthened into razor-sharp claws while her other hand tightened around Qiao Ling’s throat.
“This time…”
“I really am going to carve something.”
Before Qiao Ling could even process the meaning of those words—
An unbearable pain exploded inside her chest.
It felt as though molten lava had been poured directly into her body.
The burning sensation seeped into her lungs.
Buzzed through her skull.
She couldn’t even scream.
Her flushed complexion instantly turned deathly pale.
Cold sweat soaked her clothes.
For the first time in years…
Despair surfaced in her heart.
“Tang Sui…”
“I’m going to kill you…”
Her hoarse voice no longer carried hatred.
Only helplessness.
Tang Sui lowered her gaze.
A crimson pattern was blooming slowly across Qiao Ling’s chest.
Without hesitation, she leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss against it.
This was an ancient master–servant contract she remembered from long ago.
She had never intended to use it.
The spell consumed far too much magical power.
And she was already weak enough.
Once she confirmed the contract had formed successfully, Tang Sui quietly stepped away and sat on the edge of the bed.
The silver hair vanished.
The horns disappeared.
The wings folded away.
She looked human again.
The instant the pain subsided, Qiao Ling shot upright.
Grabbing the fallen dagger from the bed, she drove it toward Tang Sui’s back without mercy.
The blade barely brushed Tang Sui’s clothes.
A violent stab of agony erupted inside Qiao Ling’s own chest.
Her fingers immediately lost their strength.
The dagger slipped free.
Doubling over, she stared blankly at the wrinkled sheets.
“What…”
“…just happened?”
Without turning around, Tang Sui answered calmly,
“Little Qiao Ling.”
“You belong to me now.”
“We’ve signed a contract.”
“If you try to hurt me…”
“Your heart will hurt instead.”
“And from now on…”
“You can’t hurt anyone else either.”
Qiao Ling hurriedly touched her side.
Then her chest.
There wasn’t a single wound.
Yet the agony had been so real it felt as though she had died once already.
So…
This was the power of a demon.
Looking at Tang Sui’s back, she rasped,
“How do I break the contract?”
Even while asking, she stubbornly picked up the dagger again and stabbed forward.
Once more—
The blade stopped at Tang Sui’s clothing.
And the pain returned.
This time…
It was even worse.
Tears spilled silently down Qiao Ling’s face.
She no longer had the strength to cry loudly.
“It hurts…”
“I don’t want to be your servant.”
Her soft, trembling voice sounded heartbreakingly pitiful.
Yet if someone looked into her eyes—
They would find only hatred.
Hatred so intense it bordered on obsession.
Tang Sui smiled.
“Look how obedient you are.”
“You’re already making me happy.”
Without warning, Qiao Ling wrapped both arms around Tang Sui’s waist.
Resting her cheek against Tang Sui’s neck, she whispered,
“Then tell me…”
“What would make you happy?”
As soon as she finished speaking, she opened her mouth and tried to bite Tang Sui’s neck again.
The moment her teeth touched skin—
Her chest erupted with pain.
Qiao Ling’s face turned pale.
She slumped weakly against Tang Sui.
She truly couldn’t hurt her anymore.
But…
She could always make someone else do it.
Tang Sui gently stroked her hair.
“If you want to make me happy…”
“Never hurt Song Fanxing.”
“Or anyone else.”
Qiao Ling’s expression twisted slightly.
Just because of Song Fanxing?
Still holding Tang Sui tightly, she nodded obediently.
“I promise.”
“I’ll never hurt you again.”
“Tang Sui…”
“Let’s be good friends.”
Tang Sui didn’t reject the embrace.
Instead, she leaned comfortably against Qiao Ling’s chest.
Her eyelids drooped lazily.
She was hungry.
She missed Song Fanxing terribly.
“Little Qiao Ling.”
“Don’t look for anyone else.”
“And don’t tell anyone about me.”
Qiao Ling’s smile stiffened.
Yet she answered sweetly,
“I won’t.”
“I’ll listen to you from now on.”
Knock. Knock.
A voice came from outside.
“Baby?”
“Are you finished yet?”
It was Qiao Yuebai.
Qiao Ling slowly released Tang Sui and walked to the door.
Tang Sui made no move to stop her.
The little bloodstains on Qiao Ling’s clothes had already been cleaned away.
She merely looked somewhat disheveled.
Opening the door, Qiao Ling immediately threw herself into her mother’s arms.
Tears welled up in her eyes as though she had suffered a tremendous injustice.
“Mommy…”
“Quick…”
She wanted to tell her mother to arrest Tang Sui.
But the words caught in her throat.
An invisible force blocked them completely.
After struggling for a moment, she finally changed her sentence.
“Mommy.”
“Let’s go home.”
Qiao Yuebai gently patted her head.
“My baby.”
“If you’re alright…”
“Then let’s go.”
She brushed Qiao Ling’s messy hair aside.
“Why are you sweating so much?”
“Are you exhausted?”
Qiao Ling shook her head.
“Not at all.”
Taking her mother’s hand, she quietly led her downstairs.
Following behind them, Butler Li glanced into the room.
Tang Sui sat calmly on the edge of the bed, smiling as she watched them leave.
Nothing appeared out of place.
After seeing the Qiao family off, Butler Li returned to Fu Qing.
“Boss.”
“Miss Tang doesn’t seem to be injured.”
Fu Qing rose slowly.
“Li You…”
“She’s changed a great deal.”
“How does she compare to when we first met?”
The butler thought for a moment before answering honestly.
“She doesn’t quite feel…”
“…like the same person.”
Fu Qing smiled faintly.
“Indeed.”
“What I originally wanted…”
“Was someone quiet and reserved.”
“It seems I misjudged her.”
“She’s far too eye-catching.”
“Do you think I should still keep her?”
Butler Li lowered his head respectfully.
“Boss.”
“It seems the Young Miss has become rather fond of Miss Tang.”
He merely stated the obvious.
Fu Qing’s smile deepened slightly.
“If Juezhou likes her…”
“Then let her stay a little longer.”
That evening, Qiao Ling stood before a huge mirror.
She clawed desperately at the crimson pattern on the left side of her chest.
Her fingernails drew blood.
Yet every wound healed almost instantly.
It wouldn’t disappear.
No matter what she did.
Red-eyed and trembling, tears streamed down her face.
She couldn’t speak about Tang Sui.
She couldn’t write about her.
She hated Tang Sui more than anything.
Yet she couldn’t harm her.
How long would this filthy mark remain?
The overwhelming emotions made her dizzy.
Made her nauseous.
Tang Sui.
Tang Sui.
Her mind was filled with nothing else.
At that very moment, Tang Sui sat comfortably inside Fu Qing’s study.
“Honey…”
“What did you want with me?”
she asked lazily.
Fu Qing didn’t react at all to the affectionate nickname.
With her usual gentle smile, she asked,
“Xiao Sui.”
“How have things been at school?”
Tang Sui sighed dramatically.
“Not very well.”
“Your precious daughter keeps letting people bully me.”
Lowering her eyes, Fu Qing slid a small gift box across the desk.
“Juezhou still hasn’t accepted everything.”
“She’s bound to make mistakes.”
“So…”
“I’m apologizing on her behalf.”
Tang Sui smiled.
“You really love your daughter.”
Someone like Fu Qing had no reason to apologize.
If she wished, she could simply replace Tang Sui with another person.
Yet despite her wealth and authority…
She remained unexpectedly approachable.
Fu Qing nodded quietly.
“She’s the only child my lover left behind.”
“The last keepsake.”
Tang Sui narrowed her eyes.
Without waiting for another response, she opened the gift box.
Inside rested a brilliant jade bracelet of exceptional quality.
Beautiful.
But…
She preferred money.
Closing the lid again, she smiled.
“Honey.”
“I’d like a house too.”
“One close to school.”
Fu Qing answered without hesitation.
“Of course.”
“However…”
“I hope you won’t deliberately provoke the Qiao family or the other prominent families.”
“Even I make mistakes sometimes.”
Tang Sui laughed softly.
“Why say things like that?”
“You don’t really care about me anyway.”
“If I died…”
“You’d simply find another Tang Sui.”
“There are plenty of substitutes.”
Fu Qing remained silent for a moment.
Then looked steadily at the girl before her.
As dazzling as her appearance was…
Her personality was just as bold.
It reminded her of someone else.
A trace of nostalgia flickered through her eyes.
“Everyone is unique.”
“You’re right.”
“I haven’t cared enough.”
“That was my mistake.”
“I was too arrogant.”
Tang Sui blinked.
Leaning forward, she rested her chin in both hands.
“Honey.”
“Could you transfer more money into my account too?”
“I want the house…”
“And the money.”
Fu Qing nodded.
“I’ll arrange it.”
Tang Sui laughed.
“You’re so easy to talk to.”
She studied Fu Qing carefully.
Large eyes.
Double eyelids.
An elegant oval face.
Features refined by both beauty and maturity.
Gentle.
Dignified.
Very attractive.
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