After Running Away From Her Wedding, The Tsundere Young Lady Went Crazy - Chapter 20

“I’m in Heat”

“You should know that I have already taken over this IP; these are peripheral samples sent by the manufacturer,” Shang Keyu said without changing her expression.

“But, there is a black line behind this ear, just like the one in the hotel.”

“Then the factory’s machinery has a problem, so the entire batch has issues,” Shang Keyu spoke with a certain tone.

Ji Songshu scratched her head, finding it difficult to say anything more. “Alright, maybe I’m overthinking it. I’ll head out then.”

She stood up and went to the door. Just as she pushed it open, a persistent dog’s head reached toward her leg, nuzzling and rubbing against her, scaring her so much that she slammed the door shut with a “bang.”

“It’s still outside the door,” she complained piteously.

Shang Keyu spread her hands and shrugged, indicating she was powerless to help.

Ji Songshu had a sudden brainwave and gathered her courage to ask, “Can I sleep here for one night? I’ll just sleep on the sofa.”

“Has your alcohol not worn off yet?” Shang Keyu countered with a stiff tone.

“Maybe it hasn’t worn off,” Ji Songshu said dejectedly, wondering how such a thought had even popped into her head.

She clearly could have asked Shang Keyu to lead the dog away so she could leave; staying the night here was practically writing “ulterior motives” across her face.

She was about to defend herself: “Then I’ll just—”

“You sleep in the bed,” Shang Keyu said suddenly.

“Eh?” Ji Songshu was stunned.

“It just so happens I can’t sleep either. I’m going to look over some reports for a while. You should rest early.” Shang Keyu turned off the lights.

The study was some distance from the bed. In the darkness, light seeped through. Ji Songshu propped up her head, wearing her glasses, and quietly observed Shang Keyu under the light. She watched her dark hair fall when she concentrated, her red lips pursing occasionally, and the way the light slid into the deep hollows of her collarbone.

As she watched, her consciousness began to haze over.

She had originally intended to give up the bed once Shang Keyu got tired, but she hadn’t expected this person to be made of iron, throwing herself entirely into her work. Ji Songshu herself was so sleepy her eyelids were fighting each other; knowing she couldn’t hold out much longer, she took a blanket and went to sleep on the sofa ahead of time.

She didn’t know how much time had passed, but the horizon was beginning to turn the color of a fish’s belly. Shang Keyu pressed her forehead tiredly, planning to take a shallow nap.

Seeing no one on the bed, she was confused. Turning her head, she saw the girl curled up on the sofa.

Ji Songshu’s sleeping posture wasn’t great; she was sprawled out, with her calves dangling off the edge of the sofa.

Shang Keyu picked up the blanket from the floor to cover her, only to discover upon touching her that she was frighteningly hot. Her cheeks were like fire, and she was mumbling and whimpering between her teeth.

Shang Keyu immediately notified Carlotta, who brought a thermometer and contacted a doctor.

Shang Keyu placed the thermometer near Ji Songshu’s mouth, but the person who was delirious with fever showed no intention of opening up, letting the thermometer poke a shallow dimple into her cheek.

“Ah—” Shang Keyu patiently coaxed her to open her mouth.

Ji Songshu did not react.

She’s not even as well-behaved as Alexievichi, Shang Keyu thought.

Left with no choice, Shang Keyu had to pry her mouth open, sliding two fingers inside to hold her tongue. Though Ji Songshu whimpered and struggled, Shang Keyu did not stop. She pressed the thermometer under the tongue and then pinched her lips shut to seal them.

The thermometer read 38.7 degrees Celsius.

The doctor arrived quickly. After an examination, it was confirmed that Ji Songshu’s fever was caused by a combination of cold and fright. Fever-reducing medicine was prescribed, and Ji Songshu fell asleep after taking it.

As Shang Keyu kept watch by the bed, Carlotta said to her, “Eldest Miss, I can take care of Miss Pei.”

“No need,” Shang Keyu said. “Help me change this afternoon’s meeting to an online session.”

“Yes.”

It was now two o’clock in the afternoon. In the office, Ye Qingyu was slumped boredly in the boss’s chair, scrolling through her phone.

Her mother had told her to learn business management and had practically dragged her out of bed, packing her off to audit a multilateral joint meeting.

But she had zero interest in inheriting the family business; her dream remained steadfast.

That was to become a leisure-seeking second-generation rich kid who spent money while lying down.

She was neither a “career-obsessed” person like Shang Keyu, nor a hardworking, diligent “good girl” like Ji Songshu.

She knew that eating, drinking, and playing every day wouldn’t squander the family fortune, but if she were allowed to inherit it, the company would be at risk of going bankrupt!

To vent her resentment, Ye Qingyu sent a dozen messages in a row to Ji Songshu to complain about the situation.

After ten minutes passed without a reply from Ji Songshu, she guessed that she was probably working and didn’t have time to check her messages.

“Qingyu, the meeting is about to start.” Her mother came to call her.

Ye Qingyu followed reluctantly, feeling that the uniform she wore was restrictive, almost like a spiderweb.

Along the way, her mother nagged her about various matters, finally adding, “You should learn more from your childhood friend, Shang Keyu. She’s already inherited her company and made it big. Look at you! Sigh…”

Ye Qingyu stuck out her tongue, thinking: Shang Keyu might be capable, but her taste is terrible, choosing Pei Jiyue as a partner. Unlike me, who only makes friends with good-looking people to prolong my life and maintain eternal youth—truly the Tang Monk meat of the new era. She self-titled herself the “Green Horn Great King.”

She resolved to ask Shang Keyu for dinner when she saw her, telling her mother it was to “ask for advice on company management” so she could escape the evening’s observation and study session.

Unexpectedly, upon entering, she learned that Shang Keyu had an emergency and could only attend the meeting via video link.

Soon, a group of middle-aged men and women in suits walked in and took their seats.

Ye Qingyu felt like a tiny person who had stumbled into a land of giants, not even as tall as their shoe heels. Listening to them talk with somber faces about things like financing and property rights, she couldn’t help but yawn, only to be glared at by her mother.

Halfway through the negotiations, neither side was willing to yield, and the situation reached a stalemate.

Ye Qingyu stared at Shang Keyu on the screen, feeling that she also seemed distracted. Her gaze kept flickering to the right as if there were something there.

Several “thud, thud, thud” sounds came from a door.

Then came the sound of a door opening.

Shang Keyu looked up at the door. An Alaskan Malamute was retracting its paw from the doorknob, holding a cooling patch and fever medicine in its mouth.

“Good dog.” She scratched the dog’s chin.

With both sides in the meeting arguing incessantly, Shang Keyu simply suggested taking a mid-session break.

She propped Ji Songshu up, intending to feed her the medicine, but unexpectedly Ji Songshu suddenly regained her spirits. She opened her eyes, which were shining with a strange brilliance, and whispered mysteriously:

“Actually, I don’t have a fever.”

Shang Keyu raised an eyebrow.

“I am in heat. You just need to mark me.”

Shang Keyu wore a look of confusion. What was a “mark”? Was it a recent trendy term in the country? And that “in heat”… she seemed to have heard something quite scandalous…

Ji Songshu explained with a serious face: “Marking is… it’s just you biting me once.”

These words left Shang Keyu silent. After a long while, she took Ji Songshu’s hand and lightly bit the tip of her index finger.

“Is this okay?”

“N-no, not there.” Ji Songshu struggled to sit up, brushing aside her long hair to reveal her snowy-white nape. “You have to bite the gland.”

“Gland? Is it the thyroid?”

“The gland… it’s just the gland!” Ji Songshu was so anxious she burrowed into Shang Keyu’s arms, tilting her nape toward her mouth for her to bite.