Wagging My Tail in the Ice Queen CEO’s Embrace - Chapter 2

Ming Ying had never heard such an icy voice before, even in the demon realm, no one dared speak to her in that tone.

Moreover, she could sense the hidden threat in those words. Just two syllables had made her entire body tremble involuntarily.

A woman who could instill a sense of danger in a nine-tailed great demon was definitely no ordinary being!

Ming Ying felt slender fingers stroking the fur on her head, moving downward, each caress sending chills of terror through her. She feared the woman might crush her skull with a single claw.

Under such intimidation, she couldn’t move a muscle, forced to endure the woman’s touch before being lifted by the scruff of her neck.

Ming Ying was so frightened that her ears flattened against her head. The fear she had barely suppressed surged back, and with teary eyes, she let out two soft “Yingying” cries, unsure where the woman intended to take her.

The woman carried her out of the alley and toward the roadside.

Under the streetlights, Ming Ying followed the direction the woman was heading and spotted a pitch-black iron box standing quietly not far away. Her eyes widened in terror.

Iron box monsters eat people! She didn’t want to be devoured!!

Fear of the iron box instantly overpowered her fear of the woman. Summoning strength from who-knows-where, Ming Ying swiftly unsheathed her sharp claws and scratched the woman’s hand fiercely. Seizing the moment the woman grunted in pain, she struggled with all her might.

She had scratched with all her strength, confident she could break free, but the woman quickly strode to the iron box, pulled something, and opened it.

Before Ming Ying could react, the woman carried her inside.

Ming Ying felt the world spin around her as her body swung through the air before landing with a thud on something solid, right on her wound. The pain made her cry out loudly with sharp “Yingying” wails.

“Quiet.” The woman slammed the iron box shut, wiping the blood from the scratch on her hand as she coldly uttered the command.

Already disheartened and now scolded by a stranger, Ming Ying’s pent-up grievances burst forth. Instead of quieting down, she cried even louder.

She hadn’t had a drop of water since being hunted, and her cries were hoarse and grating. The woman pressed her hand, her frown deepening until she could bear it no longer. She reached out, pinched the scruff of Ming Ying’s neck, grasped her front paws, and lifted her to face level.

“Causing trouble, and still have the nerve to cry?” the woman snapped irritably.

The words left Ming Ying stunned. She stared blankly at the woman before stubbornly letting out a drawn-out “Ying” to express her displeasure.

When had she ever caused trouble?! She had been doing nothing but avoiding those villains! It was them who had come after her!!

After voicing her discontent, Ming Ying noticed the woman lowering her gaze, seemingly examining the injury on her hind leg. Panicked, she swung her tail forward, trying to cover the wound.

But the woman released her front paws and brushed the tail aside.

As her fingers stroked the fox’s tail, Ming Ying felt a tingling sensation, as if ants were crawling all over her body. She instinctively tried to kick the woman’s hand, but the woman was faster, pressing her back down onto the surface, this time carefully avoiding her injured leg.

“Stop fussing.” The woman casually picked up a soft cushion and, before Ming Ying could move again, swiftly wrapped the entire fox inside, tying the sides into a spring roll shape, then placed her back in position.

Restrained and unable to move, Ming Ying grew frightened again. Just as she was about to whimper, the woman pried open her fox mouth, forcing something down her throat, followed by a gulp of water that made her choke and cough violently.

Having just eaten raw meat, Ming Ying already felt nauseous, and the violent coughing triggered dry heaves, leaving her utterly miserable.

“Xiao Chen, let’s head back,” she heard the woman command. Dazed, Ming Ying lifted her head and noticed a short-haired woman sitting in the front left of the metal box, her hands gripping a black circle.

Upon hearing the command, the short-haired woman removed her right hand from the circle, adjusted something, and a faint rumbling sound came from outside. Soon, the entire metal box began to vibrate.

As the scenery outside the window started rapidly receding, Ming Ying belatedly realized that the metal box wasn’t going to eat her, it just moved very fast. The reason she had only seen half a person inside earlier was because their lower body had been obscured.

She suddenly recalled the human carriages depicted in picture books. Upon closer thought, this metal box did resemble a carriage, albeit with a peculiar design, the door was attached to the window, and there were no driver or horses pulling it.

She had no idea where the metal box would take her, but for now, she felt safe. There were no pursuers from hostile forces, no villains trying to capture her, and the metal box wasn’t going to devour her. The only immediate threat was the female stranger beside her.

Not only had this woman scolded her and restrained her, but she had also forced some unknown substance, medicine or poison, down her throat.

Another bad egg.

Ming Ying wiped her tears against the soft cushion, stealing glances at the woman as she pondered.

The woman’s attire was far more pleasing to the eye than the outfits of those outsides. A small green gourd hung around her neck, her skin was fair, and upon closer inspection of her face… she was actually quite beautiful? Like Ming Ying’s sisters, she possessed an alluring, enchanting appearance.

Yet the woman maintained a cold expression. No matter how charming her features were, her icy demeanor kept others at a distance.

As if sensing Ming Ying’s gaze, the woman turned and looked down at her.

Ming Ying quickly averted her eyes, resting her head on the cushion and staying perfectly still, afraid the woman might torment her again.

She zoned out for a while, feeling her eyelids grow heavy and her body gradually warm. The drowsiness overwhelmed her, and despite struggling to stay awake, she eventually closed her eyes and fell into a deep slumber.

Soon, Ming Ying was trapped in a nightmare.

In the dream, she was relentlessly pursued by powerful demons from hostile forces, fleeing desperately through the forest while arrogant taunts echoed behind her:

“That old fox is stubborn! Let’s capture her precious darling and see if she stays defiant!”

“Just cripple her legs, we need her alive! Don’t accidentally kill her!”

“This little princess is utterly useless! Born with nine tails, yet she can’t even levitate, all she does is scramble on the ground! Hahahaha!”

“…”

Her luxurious robes were torn by branches, and pain like ant bites spread across her skin, but Ming Ying didn’t dare stop. If she slowed even slightly or failed to find cover, the pursuing demons would strike her with spells.

Separated from her attendants and lost in the forest, she wandered aimlessly, trying to shake off her pursuers.

But before long, a sharp pain shot through her right hind leg. With a cry of agony, she collapsed. Struggling to rise, she realized she had reverted to her true form, her paws now filthy and stained.

The scruff of her neck tightened as someone lifted her up, the fingers gripping her nape icy cold.

“Don’t move.” The person’s voice was calm, the faint scent of pinewood drifting into her nostrils.

Ming Ying looked up and saw it was that same wicked woman who had carried her away earlier!

Hearing the sounds of pursuit and killing from behind, Ming Ying somehow suddenly found this threatening woman inexplicably safe. Turning her head to see the great demons about to catch up, she threw caution to the wind and bravely threw herself at the woman.

“Save me! Please save me!!” The moment the woman caught her, she opened her mouth to shout, but what came out were soft, whimpering “Yingying” sounds, tender and milky, almost like coquettish whines.

Then, she heard a series of agonized screams from behind. Turning to look, she saw the pursuing great demons falling one after another, their blood being absorbed by the surrounding spirit trees, soon forming glaring red stains on the roots and branches.

Trembling uncontrollably in the woman’s embrace, Ming Ying only relaxed when she saw the last great demon perish.

But the next moment, she felt a hand clamp around her throat from behind. Slender fingers gradually tightened around her windpipe, squeezing until she couldn’t breathe. Her claws feebly scrabbled at the woman’s clothes, but gradually lost strength.

Realizing the woman was killing her, Ming Ying jolted awake in terror, only to find herself lying in an iron cage!

Ming Ying scrambled up in panic, suddenly noticing something strange about her leg. Looking back, she saw her right hind leg bound tightly with a wooden splint wrapped in white cloth.

“Awake?” came a voice both familiar and strange, coldly questioning her.

Ming Ying’s eyes met the women outside the cage, suddenly recalling her recent dream. She immediately scrambled backward until she hit the cage with a “thump,” hurting her injured leg. Whimpering softly, she curled up at the bottom of the cage, burying her face in her fluffy tail, struggling to contain her fear.

The woman reached to open the cage and tentatively extended a hand toward her. Ming Ying immediately hissed at her, baring sharp teeth in a fierce display.

“Your leg, I bandaged it.” The woman glanced at her hind leg, making Ming Ying feel the wound throb faintly.

“Your fur, I washed it.” The woman continued.

Only then did Ming Ying notice all the mud stains were gone from her fur, leaving it fluffy and snow-white.

She turned to sniff her hind leg, confirming the cloth carried this woman’s scent. She whimpered softly, somewhat relaxing her guard but still not fully recovered from the nightmare. Bewildered, she stared at the woman, uncertain what she meant.

Seeing her dazed expression, the woman stood up and soon returned carrying two plates, placing them on the table outside the iron cage.

The aromas of fried eggs, smoked meat, and warm milk wafted over, instantly capturing Ming Ying’s complete attention. She couldn’t help pressing against the cage to look, her eyes fixated on the tempting food.

It was then she heard her stomach betray her with an audible gurgle.

“Hungry?” the woman asked.

Ming Ying covered her still-growling stomach and nodded vigorously.

“Answer a few questions first.” The woman continued unprompted, “First, your name.”

Remembering she had lost all spiritual power, Ming Ying could only open her mouth and shake her head, emitting two soft whimpers to indicate she couldn’t speak.

Unexpectedly, the woman frowned, tapped her fingers on the table, and said sternly, “Answer properly. No whining.”

Ming Ying: ???

Who’s acting cute with you?!