Using Beauty to Commit Crimes (Lily ABO) - Chapter 3

“Peng Chong is a bit anxious…” Cheng Sihe noticed the confusion in Jiang Yan’s eyes.

“…I mean the boy,” she quickly clarified.

“The change in environment, plus the approaching differentiation period, has made him extremely tense and on edge. His eating and sleeping have both been affected. But don’t worry—I’ve already had a psychologist talk with him, and he’s had a full physical. His pheromone levels in the blood are within the normal range. Nothing serious.”

Jiang Yan rolled up her shirt sleeve. Cheng Sihe deftly tied the medical rubber tourniquet around her arm. Jiang Yan bit off the needle cap with her teeth and, without so much as blinking, plunged the suppressant into the raised vein.

The icy suppressant began spreading through her bloodstream like a cold, merciless water snake coiling around her arm. Powerful muscles contracted and strangled it; hard scales scraped against the inner walls of her vessels. The sensation made her skin crawl and her stomach churn with nausea.

Even after two lifetimes and hundreds of injections, Jiang Yan still couldn’t get used to how awful it felt.

She gritted her teeth through the worst of it, then exhaled shakily, her face pale and trembling.

She really needed to get those irrelevant parts cut out as soon as possible.

“Where’s Beauty?” Jiang Yan liked calling the girl that—she more than lived up to the name.

Even when she was swamped to the point of exhaustion, that excessively beautiful face kept popping into her mind, along with the nagging question of whether her dick really was big enough.

And of course there was the memory of Beauty leaning close to whisper in her ear, the hot breath against her skin directly responsible for several of Jiang Yan’s recent lapses in focus, the obvious smile that lingered at the corner of her mouth, and the way she unconsciously touched her earlobe far more often than usual.

Most importantly, it made her unusually excited for tonight’s entertainment.

Jiang Yan tossed the empty syringe into the trash. A bead of blood welled up from the puncture site. Cheng Sihe handed her a disinfectant swab; Jiang Yan wiped it carelessly a couple of times and was done.

“She… she’s doing fine,” Cheng Sihe said, her tone hesitant. Jiang Yan shot her a puzzled glance.

“She came to ask about you,” Cheng Sihe decided to just say it.

“President Jiang, are you always this busy?”

It had been on the third night after moving into the villa that Su Yi came to ask her that question.

She had stood beneath an extremely ostentatious Tom Dixon rose-gold combination lava lamp, and somehow she looked completely unchanged. Even now, Cheng Sihe clearly remembered the feeling that hit her the instant she saw the girl.

Of course “Beauty” had been completely transformed. Cheng Sihe had hired a professional stylist to redo the looks of both kids. The Jiang family spared no expense—even a single brick wall in their properties was exquisitely crafted, let alone two living, breathing people.

Su Yi was no longer wearing the orphanage-issued light-blue dress—cheap, coarse fabric with shapeless tailoring and faded from countless washes.

Instead, she wore a sleeveless black maxi dress with heavy gold-thread hidden floral embroidery and thousands of pearl embellishments. The multi-layered skirt flared like a blooming dahlia gathered at the center of her thighs.

It was the kind of gown that would shine brilliantly even on a star-studded red carpet.

Her hair, ink-black, cascaded over her shoulders in soft, barely-there waves—like dark clouds framing a luminous moon-white face. The stylist had clearly put in serious effort.

Yet none of it mattered in front of that face. Her overwhelming, almost aggressive beauty simply crushed every superficial adornment. A diamond doesn’t lose its brilliance just because you change its setting or wrapping.

Cheng Sihe even found herself thinking that Su Yi’s bare feet—ankles so slender they looked like they could be encircled by a thumb and forefinger—standing on the dark-red carpet were somehow even more enticing.

“…Yes,” Cheng Sihe forced herself to look away from Su Yi. For once she was glad she was only a Beta.

“If you have any needs or questions, you can tell me.”

“Any at all?” Su Yi double-checked.

Cheng Sihe instantly regretted saying those words.

“She asked,” Cheng Sihe paused, her voice practically squeezed out between her lips, “if you’re… a pedophile…”