Using Beauty to Commit Crimes (Lily ABO) - Chapter 4

“Of course not!” Cheng Sihe’s mouth moved faster than her brain in denial.

She understood Su Yi’s worry. When overwhelming good fortune suddenly drops out of nowhere and lands on your head, who wouldn’t suspect whether the intentions behind it are genuine or fake—especially someone like Su Yi, who grew up in an orphanage with an extreme deficit of security?

In fact, Su Yi had already handled everything remarkably well. Compared to Peng Chong, who had nearly hyperventilated from excessive anxiety and unease, Su Yi’s calm acceptance of it all had even impressed the psychologist.

Still, Cheng Sihe hadn’t expected her to throw the question out so bluntly.

“Jiang Yan is just…” Cheng Sihe struggled to find the right words, trying to reassure Su Yi without ruining Jiang Yan’s plans. Letting Beauty worry would be an unforgivable sin.

“She’s just a little… peculiar,” Cheng Sihe chose a neutral term. “But don’t worry—she’s not a bad person.”

“…Okay.”

“‘Okay’? You’re sure?” Jiang Yan sounded a bit surprised. “Beauty really only said ‘okay’?”

“Yes, and she even looked kind of disappointed,” Cheng Sihe said, pinching the bridge of her nose in headache.

Disappointed that she hadn’t fallen into the clutches of a pedophile? Cheng Sihe felt the generational gap between herself and these pre-differentiated kids was wider than mountains and seas could bridge.

“She’s very special,” Jiang Yan commented happily.

“Extremely special,” Cheng Sihe replied, her expression awkward and strange. She picked up the tablet from the table, her eyes darting uncomfortably toward the enamel porcelain piece on the desk. “She even asked me about your bedroom preferences!”

“…What positions does Jiang Yan like? Does she like being licked? Is there any uniform-play kink? Can she handle SM? How high is her pain tolerance? Does she have any particular preferences for pheromone scents?”

Su Yi had asked each question in a tone that could only be described as coldly detached.

“My god, I seriously suspect she put together a whole questionnaire titled ‘Theoretical Collection and Analysis of Jiang Yan’s Sexual Preferences.’”

Cheng Sihe sighed in despair, waving the tablet around helplessly and nearly smacking Jiang Yan in the face.

“And me—a pitiful, mature female Beta—got so flustered and embarrassed by a few questions from an underage female Alpha that I fled in shame!”

As for how abnormally sexy Su Yi looked while calmly discussing all those kinks—especially the involuntary shiver that ran down Cheng Sihe’s spine when Su Yi mentioned “bondage play”—Cheng Sihe decided it was better not to mention that part to Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan burst into loud laughter amid Cheng Sihe’s despairing groans.

“…Hahaha, alright, alright. From your description, I can more or less understand how tricky kids on the verge of differentiation can be,” Jiang Yan said in half-hearted consolation, which clearly didn’t satisfy Cheng Sihe. Fortunately, she had a follow-up.

“I’ll give you another 30% raise—as a gentle spa treatment for your wounded soul. Deal?”

“Actually, it wasn’t that hard. I’m more than willing to dedicate everything to Beauty—sincerely!”

Cheng Sihe’s righteous declaration only made Jiang Yan laugh even harder.

“Is it really that funny?” Cheng Sihe sniffed, shoved the tablet into Jiang Yan’s hands, and gave her a cryptic wink. “She’s already in your bedroom. This is the latest medical report—I’ve checked it. Everything’s fine. Have fun, don’t hold back.”

“Thanks.”

Jiang Yan only gave the report a quick glance before swiping it away. The next thing that appeared was a high-fashion magazine editorial spread.

A woman in a dramatic close-up side profile, angled downward. She wore a pure-white structured gown that cascaded to the floor. Against a pitch-black background, her face looked coldly toward the camera—no makeup except a touch of crimson on her lips, pale skin dotted with faint freckles. Unexpectedly refined and beautiful.

Of course, she couldn’t compare to Beauty, but as entertainment to relieve Jiang Yan’s fatigue, she was more than sufficient.

In her previous life, Jiang Yan had died at 30. This time she was reborn at 20. In her last life—aside from the frenzied incident that killed her—she had never even properly fucked once.

She had worried too much. Top of the list: the Jiang family’s reputation, and the risks of being marked by an Alpha. She had lived like a frigid Beta.

This time around, she had completely let go. Food and sex are among the greatest human desires—and she had always been an Omega with a powerful sex drive. Besides, with a full dose of suppressants, there was no risk of being marked.

For the sake of a clean, permanent solution, Jiang Yan had already decided: on her 24th birthday, she would have her glands and ovaries removed. But until then—she was going to enjoy herself to the fullest!