Chapter 3: Why Are You Standing There Like a Fool?

A sharp pain hit her, cutting off Zhao Xue’s unfinished sentence.

She knit her brows, thinking that it had probably been bitten until it bled.

“You really are like a dog,” Zhao Xue said.

“Zhao Xue, I beg you, don’t touch my grandmother. I’ll be your dog, I beg you.”

Meng Yao raised her head, her lips stained with blood.

It really had been bitten until it bled.

The ferocity had faded from her eyes, leaving only a murky grayness.

What was the point of resisting?

She hadn’t been able to save her grandmother despite spending nine lifetimes trying.

She was too weak.

At this moment, a sense of helplessness washed over her like a tide; regardless of the lifetime, she could never win against power.

[Death Value +10]

[Death Value: 95/100 (Red Alert!!!)]

The system looked at the soaring death value and sighed.

It seemed it would have to prepare to find the next host again.

Zhao Xue leaned down and pressed her head near Meng Yao’s heart.

Sensing Meng Yao’s tensed body, Zhao Xue let out a soft, mocking laugh.

“Your grandmother has been transferred to the hospital by me. I didn’t want to be so crude, but I knocked for a long time and no one answered, so I had to break in.”

It was common knowledge that Meng Yao’s grandmother was in poor health.

“She woke up while being transferred to the hospital. It took me a long time to explain things before your grandmother believed me.”

“She’s at the hospital now. The doctor just called me and said there’s a problem with her lungs.”

As she said this, Zhao Xue noticed Meng Yao’s tightly clenched fists.

It seemed a large part of the reason for Meng Yao’s suicide was related to her grandmother.

“The doctor said it can still be treated.”

Meng Yao’s expression shifted instantly.

She pressed her hands against Zhao Xue’s shoulders, pulling the person up as she sat up herself.

Her soft buttocks sat upon Zhao Xue’s thighs, but Meng Yao’s entire attention was focused on Zhao Xue’s words.

She stared intently at Zhao Xue, not missing a single trace of an expression on her face.

“Is… what you said—true?”

Meng Yao’s voice was incredibly dry and raspy.

Watching her grandmother fall helplessly ill in bed for nine lifetimes, repeating the same ending over and over, had left Meng Yao’s spirit nearly withered.

Zhao Xue’s expression was certain: “Of course.”

She wouldn’t joke about such things.

Gazing into Zhao Xue’s calm eyes, a flicker of hope inexplicably rose within Meng Yao.

What if she really could do it?

‘Meng Yao, oh Meng Yao, how can you still be this naive?’

[Death Value -10]

[Death Value: 85/100]

The system let out a shriek alone in the space: [Awooo! It actually dropped again!]

“Since you’ve agreed to be my dog, you’ll be living with me from now on.”

The corners of her brows and lips curled upward—frivolous and arrogant, bringing her vivid beauty to its peak.

As if that steady moment just now was merely an illusion, Zhao Xue returned to the version of herself that Meng Yao was familiar with.

Only, the feeling of her looking down her nose at people was gone.

Zhao Xue stood up and hooked her finger toward Meng Yao.

“Follow me.”

Having said that, she was the first to turn around.

The things in this room were mostly packed, so they could leave directly.

Meng Yao gazed at that slender back, her dark eyes deepening a few shades.

This was something that had never happened in nine cycles of reincarnation.

From the moment she woke up in the infirmary, this lifetime had changed.

Every time things restarted, she could feel a change in Zhao Xue’s personality, but she never cared.

However, she had always known that the Zhao Xue of every lifetime was a different person.

Zhao Xue returned to the small villa she had bought.

Meng Yao had gone to see her grandmother; the driver would bring her over later.

This area was very close to the school, so the original host had spent tens of millions to buy a villa and hired a live-in housekeeper.

Upon returning home, the housekeeper, who was embroidering, immediately put down her work.

“Xiao Xue, you’re back. I’ll go cook for you right away.”

Zhao Xue nodded: “Auntie, make dinner a bit light today.”

After showering, Zhao Xue changed into a white dress.

The food was already prepared and set on the dining table.

The housekeeper said her goodbyes and left; her room was in the small adjacent courtyard.

The courtyard was very beautiful.

She could plant flowers there when she had nothing to do.

Furthermore, although the young girl who hired her was a bit arrogant and cold, she was considered tolerant and allowed her to bring her young grandson and granddaughter over to play.

Zhao Xue unblocked the system.

[Waaaah, Host, you don’t know how painful my mood was today. It was like a roller coaster going up and down. I almost thought we were going to fail.]

With a thought from Zhao Xue, a small kitten floated in front of her.

This was the system’s body.

The kitten flailed its limbs in the air before being snatched by Zhao Xue, who placed it on her lap and rubbed its head.

[Host, you’re acting so differently from the original host. Won’t the female lead notice and report you? I heard a task-taker from the nearby Apocalyptic Group was caught and dissected.]

Zhao Xue scratched the kitten’s chin.

‘She should have already noticed.’

The system almost jumped up: [Then isn’t the host in great danger!]

‘Heh, System, you really are cute.’

Zhao Xue’s teasing voice made the system feel a bit embarrassed, and its thoughts were instantly diverted.

[I’m… I’m not that cute. Host, you are also very beautiful.]

It was no exaggeration to say that the host’s original body was a peerless beauty.

If it posted the host’s photo on the system forum, there would surely be a place for its host on the “Most Beautiful Host” rankings.

As for the body values generated in the mission world, the appearance was adjusted downward by 40%, but its host was still very beautiful.

At that moment, the sound of a car horn honked outside the window.

It seemed she was back.

Quite fast.

Meng Yao stood at the door, still somewhat dazed.

Her grandmother had said: “Xiao Yao, is that little girl today your friend? She’s so handsome and her temperament is excellent. She said you asked her to take me to the hospital. She didn’t even mind me, an old woman, as she helped me into the car. You must tutor her well when you’re doing your job as a house teacher.”

From her grandmother’s words, Meng Yao gradually pieced together Zhao Xue’s lie.

But Meng Yao only gripped her grandmother’s hand and said: “I will, Grandma. You need to recover well in the hospital.”

Later, she stopped the doctor and urgently asked if it could be treated.

She received a certain answer from the doctor: “It can. Your grandmother was personally ordered to be cured by our family’s little princess.”

Only later did she find out that the doctor that day was Zhao Xue’s maternal aunt, a top surgeon globally.

The large door slowly opened, and a bright yellow light spilled out from inside.

Zhao Xue stood with her arms crossed, her snow-white long dress swaying slightly.

The light draped an outer garment over her.

With a smile on her lips and her eyes slightly curved, she was unbelievably beautiful.

It was unknown whose eyes were dazzled.

“Why are you standing there like a fool? Come in.”

“From now on, you are my exclusive possession. I’ve moved all your things over.”

As she spoke, Zhao Xue pointed toward a room, looking haughty and domineering.

“Go eat first.”

Likening a person to an object was a very rude thing to do, but Meng Yao didn’t care.

She half-lowered her eyes, her long lashes veiling them.

She gave a low ‘mm’ and, with her fingers twitching slightly, stepped into this strange world.

No matter how Zhao Xue wanted to torture her, she could endure it.

After finishing a simple meal, Meng Yao prepared to enter the kitchen to wash the dishes in silence.

However, she was pulled back by Zhao Xue.

A soft palm pressed tightly against her thin wrist, bringing a wave of heat.

“Did I tell you to wash the dishes? Go take a shower now, then massage my legs.”

It was a commanding tone that most people would surely find annoying.

Meng Yao followed the slender white arm and met Zhao Xue’s eyes, which were filled with a playful intent to toy with her.

“Alright.”

Zhao Xue nodded in satisfaction.

“Meng Yao, you’re quite good at being a dog.”

A smile reached her lips, and the way her eyes curved made her look exactly like a little fox—both wicked and enchanting.