The Ruined Heiress’s Canary Is A Secret Tycoon - Chapter 3

Just twenty minutes ago.

In the small town overhung with dark clouds, that extended Grand Limousine Bentley was parked at the gloomy street corner. Its body lines and glistening paint reflected the light at the edges like the sharp blade of a cold weapon.

The car sat there quietly, completely mismatched with the cramped, quaint atmosphere of the bluestone alley.

With a loud clang, Ye Siyu stepped back and bumped into the cabinet behind her.

The vessels inside made a crisp, clattering sound, but fortunately, Ye Siyu was light enough that the impact wasn’t too severe.

However, Xiao Ai noticed that Ye Siyu’s face had turned somewhat pale.

“What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”

Pursing her lips, Ye Siyu subconsciously touched her stomach, which hadn’t stopped churning.

“A… a little bit.”

She wasn’t lying, her stomach really did feel uncomfortable, gripping with pain.

It was just that she had noticed her ability to endure pain had become exceptionally strong lately.

Now, whenever the weather was about to change, especially in this coastal town where the climate was damper, as soon as it turned to rain, her left arm, which had previously been in a cast, would ache faintly even though the cast had been removed.

“If you’re not feeling well, go upstairs first.”

Xiao Ai checked the time. “Anyway, we close in just over five minutes. Go back to the dorm first and get some rest.”

“Okay.”

Ye Siyu stopped looking at the luxury car quietly parked outside the window. She quickly left the bar counter and turned up the stairs.

Their dormitory was right on the second floor of the cafe. The girls’ dorm was originally meant for three people, but an employee had resigned and no one had been hired to replace them yet, so that bed had remained empty.

Ye Siyu and Xiao Ai lived on opposite corners of the room. One bed was by the window, while the other two were by the door. Since Ye Siyu had arrived later, she occupied the bed near the door.

Upon entering, the gloomy light washed over her like rising, dark seawater.

Ye Siyu immediately flicked on the light, breathed heavily, walked over to the desk, picked up her water cup, and with trembling hands, poured herself a glass of water.

As the cold water flowed down her throat, she felt a dazed sense of coming back to life.

Her phone was still in her pocket, but she took off her coffee stained apron first. After a moment of hesitation, she turned into the small, cramped bathroom, turned on the faucet, and soaked the apron inside.

The water rushed down with a splash, and Ye Siyu numbly pressed her hands into the sink.

When had she also gotten used to wearing an apron stained with coffee?

But she couldn’t seem to bear it, how would she cope if she were seen in such a wretched state? In the past, her clothes had all been haute couture, when had they ever been tainted by any stain…

The water was ice-cold, so much so that in early autumn, it could be called piercingly chill.

The tips of her fingers turned red. Ye Siyu simply washed her hands and splashed water onto her face a couple of times.

She raised her face, looking at herself in the small mirror in front of her.

It was still the face she was familiar with, except it was much thinner than in her memory. The slight baby fat she used to have had disappeared beneath her somewhat gaunt cheeks.

Water droplets slid down rapidly, passing over her cheeks, skimming past her naturally bright red lips, pausing slightly on her exquisitely lined chin, and finally dripping into the sink.

Familiar, yet strange.

Ye Siyu forced herself to give a mechanical smile to her reflection in the mirror, then raised her hand, wiping her eyelids with the back of it, making the rim of her eyes flush a more fluid red.

She remembered some memories, heavy memories that weighed on her so much she could hardly breathe.

There was even a faint, vague scent of cold sandalwood lingering in her nose.

It shouldn’t be…

Ye Siyu held on, thinking it was just her lack of sleep causing hallucinations again.

But no matter what, her bond with Shanhai Town was probably coming to an end.

The scent of cold sandalwood seemed to have entered her bones, pervasive, boring into her muscles and skin, branding every inch of her heart, plundering and squeezing every breath of air.

Ye Siyu lowered her eyes and slowly took off the coffee shop uniform constricting her body.

Her fair skin enveloped her delicate bones, and her slender waist seemed even thinner than before.

The hot water washed over her skin, finally bringing back sensation to her numb limbs.

In the tiny bathroom, the sound of flowing water splashed continuously.

After a while, Ye Siyu came out with dripping wet hair, having already changed into her usual casual clothes.

A plain white T-shirt tucked into the waistband of washed blue jeans.

Even with such basic clothes, it was clear that her waist was still incredibly slender and her back was thin, making her look lean and fair, with a slightly sickly, fragile beauty.

Xiao Ai came back at this moment and caught sight of Ye Siyu hanging up her apron. Her movements were still slow, clearly not quite accustomed to that cheap clothes hanger, as she struggled with the hanger hook against a hole that had become deformed over time.

“Let me do it, you dry your hair first so you don’t catch a cold.” Xiao Ai took the item from Ye Siyu’s hands and joked with a smile, “You never talk about your past, let alone your family situation. I always get the feeling you’re a runaway young mistress.”

In the past, Ye Siyu had indeed been a young mistress and naturally didn’t have to do housework. Only now did she realize that doing chores was actually a very difficult thing.

So she still appeared clumsy sometimes, and could only do things slowly, which looked rather gentle and deliberate.

Xiao Ai had her back to Ye Siyu and couldn’t see her expression clearly. “For tonight’s dinner party, a lot of people from various business lines of the company will be coming. There are many I’ve never even met. I don’t know how late it’ll go.”

Ye Siyu listened quietly, sitting on a chair, using a towel to slowly dry her hair bit by bit.

“That’s very good.”

Xiao Ai turned around giggling to pull clothes out of the wardrobe. “My crush will be there tonight too. I absolutely have to dress up nicely. By the way,” Xiao Ai turned her head, looking seriously at Ye Siyu’s face, “Xiao Yu, you’re so beautiful, do you have a crush?”

Ye Siyu’s movements paused for a moment, and she lowered her eyes. “No.”

Xiao Ai obviously didn’t believe her.

“Then there must be a lot of people who like you. As far as I know, tonight someone plans to use a game to pry information out of you.” Xiao Ai pulled out a floral dress and gestured with it in front of the mirror.

“If I were as tall as you, I’d definitely look better in dresses. I wonder who is taller between you and that last customer who came in today?”

Xiao Ai began to ramble on, but Ye Siyu didn’t hear clearly and didn’t want to ask in detail.

Ye Siyu sat on the edge of her hard bed, quietly drying her hair.

She was calculating whether she should mention her resignation to the store manager tonight.

The entire room was filled with Xiao Ai’s chirping laughter and chatter.

Finally, Xiao Ai ran over holding a black dress, and as if recalling something, she thought about it. “Today I saw that customer looked so beautiful in black, but I don’t think I could pull off that kind of black aura… People really are different after all.”

Ye Siyu smiled slightly. “You’d look nice in it.”

Xiao Ai shook her head and sighed, holding the black dress up against Ye Siyu to check the fit.

“As expected, it really depends on the person. It looks good on you.”

“I don’t believe you’ve never been in a relationship before. Confess honestly, is there someone in your heart? Could it be that you still like someone?”

Yet, scene after scene flashed through Ye Siyu’s mind.

In a dark bedroom, two figures tangled together on the bed, their bodies fragrant.

Ye Siyu remembered being pressed down, a wave of shame and anger rising in her heart as she glared at the woman on top of her, while simultaneously raising her hand to choke the person’s neck.

Ye Siyu’s waist was slender, and red marks had already been pinched into her fair flank by the other person’s fingers.

The person on top pinned her down heavily, while long fingers clamped tightly onto the side of her waist with a ruthless force, as if trying to snap that slender waist.

The two of them clashed silently in this way.

The black haired woman was choked by the neck, her face forced upward and illuminated by the moonlight.

It was a very dazzling and striking face with high nose bridge and deep eyes, showing clear advantages of mixed race genes. She was originally beautiful, but with the moonlight reflecting on her face now, a cold, sharp, and fierce feeling poured out from the corners of her eyes and brows.

Even though her face was forced up, her pupils still looked down, gazing at Ye Siyu. When she lowered her eyes, her long, dense eyelashes were tinted by the cold moonlight, concealing the fanatical surge in her eyes.

“How was I, Ye Siyu, so blind back then to choose a kept woman like you out of a crowd, whose hidden identity is so much higher than mine…”

The voice in her mind felt as if it were separated by the sound of water, muffled and unclear, drifting close and far.

Ye Siyu heard her own fierce voice. “Yes, I was blind. I, Ye Siyu, deserve to be in today’s situation. Fei Shi, are you satisfied now?”

“What exactly do you want to do to me? Imprisonment? Restricting my personal freedom?”

“Why can’t I leave? Are you really that reluctant to let me go? Don’t freaking tell me you like me.”

In a trance, Ye Siyu saw Fei Shi lowering her eyes to look down, the emotions surging in her eyes slipping into a moment of confusion.

Finally, her red lips parted slightly, emitting her first syllable in a long time.

“Like?”

There was still bewilderment in her tone.

Ye Siyu’s eyes were red, and her wrists still bore the marks left by the restraints.

She didn’t speak, her breath rising almost imperceptibly as she kept waiting quietly, as if waiting for something, though she couldn’t say what it was.

The woman looked down at her, her long lashes masking the emotions in her eyes, making her appear deceptively indifferent.

“I…… don’t know what liking is.”

Her voice was cold and hard, crashing and echoing within Ye Siyu’s memory.

She remembered that she seemed to be a prisoner who had finally received judgment; she closed her eyes, her breathing disordered and broken.

Feishi’s hand moved down, those distinctively jointed and fair fingers pinching the fabric of Ye Siyu’s collar.

With a rip, the sound of tearing silk rang out.

The pitiful white satin thin strap nightdress on Ye Siyu’s body was torn right open.

Immediately after, both of her wrists were pinned down and pressed against the sides of her ears.

Her snow-white skin glowed softly under the moonlight, her hands bound above her head by her own clothing.

Fei Shi turned to pinch Ye Siyu’s chin.

Her bright red lips slowly closed in, and upon smelling the fragrance on Ye Siyu, the corners of her mouth finally curled into an arc. It was beautifully aggressive, yet the curve of her lips was slightly cruel.

“Sister, but I know that I cannot tolerate you leaving my side.”

The memory frames spun, causing dizziness.

Ye Siyu closed her eyes, forcefully dispelling that vivid and sculpted face.

She buried her face in the white towel over her head, her voice muffled. “I don’t have anyone I like.”