Obsessive Love, The Possessive Real Young Lady - Chapter 7

Amidst the flickering candlelight, the rustle of fabric created a faint sound.

Shen Jiayan’s gaze followed Su Sui’s fingers as they peeled away the tightly wrapped clothes, revealing the thin body hidden beneath.

The alternating light and dark of the candlelight painted her with a warm hue, cleverly masking the pale skin and scars of varying depths.

This was not the first time Shen Jiayan had seen this body in moments of boredom, she had meticulously counted how many scars she herself had left and how many Su Ma had inflicted.

If memory served correctly, the final tally suggested she had “won.”

But now, as she touched the warm skin, a radical idea suddenly bloomed in her mind.

This thought was no longer about simply leaving a mark, or hearing a few screams, or perhaps taking some humiliating photos, as it had been before.

Instead, it was about the kind of adult intimacy she had once dismissed as beneath her and most despised.

She wanted to possess Su Sui, to ruthlessly possess her.

She even fantasized about the image of Su Sui with a flushed face, biting her lip, and trembling.

This thought intensified in Shen Jiayan’s mind, expanding until it nearly drowned her.

Her gaze became scorching, filled with madness and possessiveness.

Even her fingertips began to tremble uncontrollably.

“I want to change the game.”

“What?”

Just as Su Sui asked, her underwear loosened.

“Shen Jiayan!! Mmm”

Immediately after, Su Sui uttered intermittent curses, even swearing several times.

Yet, Shen Jiayan felt that this was the most melodious and stimulating sound she had heard in 23 years…

The next morning.

Su Ma looked with exceptional curiosity at Shen Jiayan, who was never an early riser, yet was up so early today.

Not only was she up early, but she was also secretive and tiptoeing around.

As if afraid of disturbing someone.

As soon as she settled in the dining room, Su Ma immediately brought over breakfast.

She started to say the word “Little…” but stopped midway when she noticed several distinct scratch marks on Shen Jiayan’s cheek.

They looked like they were caused by fingernails.

“What happened to your face?”

Su Ma’s fingers had barely reached Shen Jiayan’s cheek before she dodged.

This turn of the head accidentally exposed a blood-seeping bite mark on her neck, as well as dark red hickeys that suggested pleasure.

Even though Su Ma was reluctant to believe it, she still realized what had happened.

Su Sui hadn’t returned home all night. She had initially thought Su Sui was caring for Shen Jiayan, but she never imagined, never imagined…

Su Ma covered her mouth in disbelief, staring blankly at the dark red kiss marks.

She never thought such a filthy thing would happen to her own daughter.

Then, Su Ma’s legs gave out, and she slumped onto the floor.

Hearing the commotion, Shen Jiayan merely glanced at her indifferently before looking away.

That cold, emotionless gaze was enough to send a chill down Su Ma’s spine…

A pang of sharp pain struck her heart.

Twenty-three years of luxurious living, a sought-after identity, and a superior education—how could they have turned her daughter into this!

“Morning.”

Su Sui’s appearance broke the morning silence, drawing Su Ma’s hateful gaze and causing Shen Jiayan to choke violently on her drink.

Su Sui ignored Su Ma, who was sitting on the floor, and rushed forward to help Shen Jiayan catch her breath.

“Don’t touch me.”

Su Sui’s slender hand paused mid air before falling powerlessly to her side.

She pursed her lips and looked at Shen Jiayan, carefully recalling her own reaction when the incident happened last night.

Resistance, cursing, biting, even feigning tears…

She had used almost every method of rejection in her knowledge to cover up the intense, desired joy deep within her heart.

Could it be that she had overacted and given herself away instead?

The grating sound of the chair legs scraping the floor was agonizing.

Shen Jiayan stood up, took a few steps, and then turned back to look at her.

“You. Stay away from me for the next few days.” She spoke and left without any hesitation.

One sentence completely crushed Su Sui’s heart.

She stood stunned in place, watching Shen Jiayan’s receding figure.

Sure enough, she was despised…

Before she could gather her scattered emotions, Su Sui’s wrist was grabbed.

Su Ma spoke with ill will: “Come with me!”

Su Ma dragged her along and slammed the door shut with a bang.

Then, she pulled out a long strip of twisted iron wire from under the bed and, mustering all her strength, whipped it towards Su Sui’s body.

“You shameless thing!” Su Ma angrily accused, “What exactly did you do last night!?”

When she raised the strip and brought it down again, Su Sui firmly caught it in her hand.

“How dare you defy me, let go!”

“…”

“Let go!”

Su Sui didn’t respond, merely looking at Su Ma, a chilling smile gradually forming on her lips.

Her smile was like sharp needles, piercing Su Ma’s pores in fine density.

“You… you dead girl!” Su Ma was frightened, “What do you want to do!”

Taking advantage of a roar, Su Ma bravely snatched the strip back, but she couldn’t bring herself to hit her again.

Su Sui smiled even more strangely than before, like a ghost that had crawled out of hell, as if she would devour her alive the next moment.

“You guess.”

It was that smile.

Identical to the smile she had worn yesterday when, in front of Su Ma, she had thrown a live power strip into the swimming pool.

If Su Ma hadn’t reacted fast enough to cut the power, the young master of the Shen family would have been utterly finished.

What made Su Ma most wary was the disappointed and lingering look in Su Sui’s eyes at the time.

No, Su Sui absolutely could not stay in the Shen family any longer.

“You don’t need to guess.” Su Ma tossed the strip away.

“You’re an adult now. It’s not right for you to always rely on me.”

She said this, pulled a bank card from the cabinet, and handed it over.

“Here’s 5,000 yuan it’s enough for you to live on.”

Su Sui tilted her head, examining the bank card, but showed no intention of taking it.

“What, you don’t think it’s enough?” Su Ma took another wad of cash from the cabinet: “Here’s another 3,000.”

Su Sui laughed. She wanted to drive her away how naïve.

She turned and walked to the shrine.

Mimicking Su Ma’s usual behavior, she began to burn incense and worship Buddha.

“Mortals pray to gods and Buddhas, either to ask for something or out of devout faith.”

Su Sui picked up the censer with the burning incense and approached Su Ma, examining her closely.

The look in her eyes seemed to penetrate Su Ma’s soul, causing her to involuntarily step back.

Su Sui spoke softly, yet every word struck Su Ma’s soul.

“There is also a type of person who has done a wicked deed and whose conscience is troubled for a long time. They can only chant a few scriptures and offer a few sticks of incense before the Buddha statue to seek temporary peace.”

As she spoke, she pushed the censer into Su Ma’s arms.

“To this kind of person, I just want to say, praying to gods and Buddhas is useless.”

“Since you did it, you shouldn’t feel uneasy, as that will only lead to discovery. Jiayan doesn’t like my body stained with other people’s blood, so I’ve hidden it well.”

After saying this, Su Sui turned and left the room.

Su Ma, left alone in the room, began to tremble all over the moment the door closed.

Hot incense ash fell onto the back of her hand, but she didn’t care. Her trembling lips continuously muttered: “No, she wouldn’t know. I clearly hid it very well…”

Su Ma paused, placed the censer down, and rushed straight to the wardrobe.

She chaotically pulled all the clothes out onto the floor, searched for a long time, and finally pulled out a red iron box.

Her trembling hands slowly opened the box.

Inside the box were neatly placed a discharge certificate, a pair of small socks, and two young pregnant mothers, both with large bellies and wearing hospital gowns.

One bore a resemblance to Shen Jiayan, and the other was practically Su Sui’s double.

She had a sweet smile.

As if saying: “Sister Su, it’s so good to have met you. Otherwise, I would have died of boredom in this ward all by myself.”

As the Summer Solstice approached, the weather was truly irritating, with constant thunder and rain, and it was awfully hot.

It made her feel sticky and damp, which was very uncomfortable.

Shen Jiayan sat in the café, idly swirling the coffee spoon in her hand.

Turning her head, the drizzling rain hit the large window, connecting into lines that washed over her vision.

Outside the window, Su Sui stood about a hundred meters away, holding a black umbrella.

The umbrella covered half her face, leaving only her pale pink lips exposed to the rain.

They were slightly parted.

Shen Jiayan merely glanced before subconsciously licking her own lips.

A sudden, inexplicable feeling of “craving” surfaced in her mind.

But it was only for a moment. She quickly turned her head away in annoyance and muttered a curse: “So seductive.”

She wasn’t sure if she was talking about Su Sui or herself.

It was strange, actually.

With her usual uninhibited psychology, that night’s forced intimacy should have only made her feel stimulated and exhilarated, but never like this.

After the passion subsided, when she woke up the next morning and saw Su Sui, whom she had tortured, still asleep, she subconsciously wanted to slip away.

And she actually did slip away. Not only did she leave, but she also hid for a whole week.

And even though she was hiding, late at night, she would hide under the covers, like a cat who had stolen fish, repeatedly savoring the freshness of the meat.

She even mimicked Su Sui several times, repeating her flushed face and muffled words.

“Please, let me go.”

“Shen Jiayan! Don’t do this, I’ll hate you.”

Right, she seemed to have shamelessly replied: “Since you’re just a toy anyway, why can’t you occasionally act as an inflatable one?”

Hiss, thinking about it now, she, who was consumed by lust at the time, was truly disgusting.

“Excuse me, I’m late.”

A man’s voice interrupted Shen Jiayan’s stray thoughts.

She suppressed the smile on her lips and tucked her long hair behind her ear: “It’s fine, please sit.”

The man was gentle and elegant, taking a seat opposite her, but he got straight to the point: “I’ll give you 10 minutes.”

Shen Jiayan frowned, looking at the second-generation official in front of her.

Dressed impeccably, yet utterly devoid of manners.

He was even more arrogant and conceited than she, a second generation rich kid. After all, officials have always looked down upon merchants since ancient times.

It took a full five days from the initial contact to arranging this meeting.

But it didn’t matter. To leverage the Zhang family connection and solidify her position in the Shen family, she would endure this for now.