Today, Su Cui finally understood what the so-called extreme collecting obsession described for Tapana in the original harmonious novel was—it was most likely abusing cats and collecting their skins. Patting her barrel-like waist, Su Cui felt her fists itching.
"Wait for me." Was Tapana declaring war on her? Su Cui could now be sure that Tapana wasn't dead. But she was also puzzled. She had struck with heavy force; even if he had been rescued, he wouldn't have recovered so quickly. Moreover, this crude method of piling up didn't match Tapana's style. Instead, it was more like his twin brother Tapas.
Su Cui put down Su Baixue's phone and went to get her own. She still had the photos she took that day on her phone. For safety, she had saved copies on a USB drive and in her email. On the day she fought Tapana, she had tentatively threatened that if he killed her, the photos would be exposed. Tapana's response at the time was that it wouldn't matter even if they were released. A high-level perverted scumbag was high-level precisely because of his special position and power. Su Cui was very cautious with those scumbags whose names she remembered. If she had known until the very end that the killer was Tapana, she would have severely injured him at the first opportunity instead of interrogating him about the Tall Thin Man's identity. What a pity.
The car accident that day outside the church had been suppressed. Su Cui couldn't find any news online later, which made her vigilant. She dared not easily release the photos for fear of being found by the escaped Tapana. The demonstration by the river was clearly aimed at finding her. And they hadn't found her. Su Cui had been keeping a low profile. She had disposed of the clothes she wore that day, and since it was dark, she had trimmed her eyebrows immediately after returning home, consciously changing her facial appearance. Now she had even dyed her hair at a salon. She was also careful with her daily attire, so it wasn't easy for them to find her anytime soon.
Su Cui walked into the room. The several apartments she had bought with a mortgage had been delivered. To be safe, she had also bought insurance for herself and Su Baixue, especially for Su Baixue. She had not only bought major medical insurance but also additional accident insurance. Su Cui was confident in her abilities and golden finger. But accidents could happen anywhere. Her several encounters with those perverted scumbags had further taught her the importance of caution.
From the car accident on that snowy Christmas night, Su Cui gradually developed new thoughts. About transmigrating into the book, about Su Baixue, and about herself. Why did they meet? What would this world bring her? During the time Su Cui had been helping Su Baixue, she had to admit that Su Baixue's fragile kindness and her dependence and trust on Su Cui had greatly alleviated the loneliness Su Cui felt after losing her loved ones, bringing her strength and joy.
Before transmigrating, she had been immersed in pain. She hated the drunk driver. While friends and family comforted her, there were inevitably some who sighed, "You, a woman driving alone, of course it's dangerous. If you hadn't taken the elderly out, this might not have happened." Su Cui knew these people and their words were wrong, but in the dead of night, deep down she also blamed herself for taking the elderly out. She wished time could turn back. She also had people she wanted to keep, relatives she wanted to retain no matter what. Later, she transmigrated into the book. The shock of transmigration diluted her sadness, and the sense of absurdity brought back her rationality. She saw Su Baixue, lonely and helpless, and saw the surprised delight in Su Baixue's eyes when she saw her open her eyes. She realized that she was desperately needed... She willingly became Su Cuihua and lived in this world. Later, as days passed, she focused on helping to prevent the injustices and pain Su Baixue might encounter, slowly soothing her own inner wounds.
Accidents and incidents in this world are never scarce. How many people, when an accident happens, blame the victim instead of the perpetrator? It's not the victim's fault; the fault lies with this twisted society. And this harmonious novel is the most straightforward type of twisted and magnified desires. This is what angers Su Cui the most. Desire is not dirty! If it's a loving couple, a harmonious novel to her is just a kind of physiological science book. But to demean women to satisfy desires, to describe the adulterous scumbag Zhao Pengfei as upright, to label the perverted cat-abusing twin brother as gentle, to endow perverted scumbags with unparalleled beauty and power, and then bully the weak, and then brazenly bully a kind and timid woman—what kind of desire carrier is this? This is evil!
Su Baixue, kind to the point of being a saint, timid and evasive, might not be a likable personality, but she hasn't done anything wrong. This is just her personality. Everyone is different. You don't have to accept it, but why hurt her? Can you trample on her because you have a higher status? Can you take advantage of her because she is kind? Can you abuse her verbally because she is timid? Can you beautify imprisonment and abuse because evil is wrapped in a beautiful outer shell? Then the abuser dresses the victim in beautiful, expensive clothes, gives them a status second only to the highest, and wealth that they look down upon but is abundant for ordinary people, and says: "I hurt you only because I love you. Look, I've dressed you in beautiful clothes. Forget how terrifyingly I stripped them off you. Look, I've given you such a high status. Forget how I occupied you using my status. And money—ah, how could a woman not love money?" In the perspective of some men in harmonious novels, these seem to be compensation for women. That's enough. After Su Baixue closes her heart, no longer resists, and completely degenerates, the readers even let out delighted laughter. "Look, this woman is enjoying it too."
Su Cui tightly closed her eyes. The Spring Festival Gala was still playing lively, and firecracker sounds came from outside... Su Baixue was still looking at her phone outside Su Cui's room and said with a slight frown, "So cruel, Grandma... How could something like this happen?" Su Cui opened her eyes, her gaze filled with unwavering determination. She walked out with a smile, took the toothpick container, poured some into her hand, and picked at her aged, uneven, loose teeth. "He who is unjust will surely perish! These people—just wait and see."
Su Baixue looked up and saw Su Cui's smile. Suddenly, she wasn't afraid anymore. The sound of the Spring Festival Gala on TV suddenly grew louder. At the same time, in front of the central building in A City, crowds surged. People raised their heads high and chanted loudly along with the countdown on the big screen: "Fifty-six, fifty-seven, fifty-eight, fifty-nine... Happy New Year! Happy New Year!!" The new year had begun.
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After the New Year, with the start of the second semester of high school, Su Cui's swimming progress improved dramatically. To avoid revealing her muscles, she spent a lot of money to book the entire Dongqiao Swimming Pool for the first two hours of its morning opening and hired a professional coach to teach her. At first, as soon as she left the floating board, she would scream and thrash about, making the coach and lifeguard nearby tremble with fear that this elderly student might drown in the pool. But later, she threw away the floating board, put on her goggles, tossed aside her nose clip, and dived in gracefully! Su Cui improved day by day! Later, she could swim eight hundred meters back and forth, switching between breaststroke, butterfly, backstroke, and freestyle! The lifeguard sat up high, calmly admiring her strokes, steady as a pine. After she mastered it, a legend about her spread at Dongqiao Swimming Pool: "#Over-sixty-year-old woman swims like a fish, challenges deep water area in freestyle! An incredible elderly prodigy!" And so on, which made Su Cui quite proud. After Su Cui learned, she switched to another swimming pool and booked it to teach Su Baixue individually. Unfortunately, Su Baixue clearly had no talent for swimming and remained at the stage where she was at a loss without her nose clip.
The legal shooting range Su Cui found later was also good, but it was a bit far from A City. Su Cui had to take advantage of Su Baixue's study time at home on Saturdays, ask Li Guizhi to keep an eye on her, and install cameras at home before going out. The shooting range was called A City Huaxing Shooting Archery Range, with a variety of firearms, mainly 5.56mm sports ammunition and civilian pistols, and also a few sniper rifles. On the day Su Cui went to A City Huaxing Shooting Archery Range, she attracted a lot of attention from people inside. She really looked too old. Even with her hair dyed black, no one would think she was under fifty. An elderly person of her age coming to shoot—initially, people gathered to watch, but later when they saw she couldn't hit the target at all, they assumed she was just there for fun and gradually stopped paying attention. Su Cui indeed had no talent for shooting. She came to familiarize herself with these weapons. As for aiming, her golden finger could definitely aim, but she didn't show it at the crowded shooting range. Staying low-key was the eternal principle. She learned slowly. After some time, she gained some understanding, though she still hadn't hit the bullseye a single time, but her knowledge of various firearms had improved greatly. While learning, she also kept an eye on changes at Su Baixue's school and surroundings.
A month after the start of the second semester of high school, He Li was discharged from the hospital and returned to school. After entering school, as one of the former campus celebrities, the inconvenience in his movements attracted attention. Although his left foot had recovered, it had left a chronic problem; he walked with a limp, appearing uncoordinated. His former good-student demeanor had become somewhat sinister and frightening. On his way back to the teaching building, He Li happened to run into one of the thugs he had fought with before. The two looked at each other. The thug was intimidated by the memory of He Li's desperate, bloodthirsty fighting style that day, but seeing He Li limp, he couldn't help showing a smug expression. "Kid, you recovered pretty fast," the thug said gloatingly. He Li's face darkened, but he didn't respond. He just stared silently at the thug until the thug, feeling uncomfortable, stepped back and turned to leave. Then He Li walked straight to his own classroom.
【Author's Note】
Writing this theme always makes me nervous during the dark buildup parts. Grandma's face-slapping later will be satisfying! But there's a process of accumulation. Looking at the forums on Jinjiang, people say that sweet and domineering face-slapping is the best, but with so many sweet domineering stories on Jinjiang, having one more or less doesn't matter. Actually, I can write sweet domineering too, but since this is Grandma's first book, I just let myself go, hahaha.
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[Speaking of which, here's a sweet domineering historical romance. Please add it to your collection. It's really sweet! Trust me! — "The Emperor's Darling, Originally a Village Girl"]
Su Zao did good deeds all her life. After death, the King of Hell judged that she should be reborn in ancient times to enjoy a life of wealth and honor. But the ghost servant made a mistake and sent her to a peasant family. By the time the ghost servant discovered the problem, six years of peasant life had made Su Zao a dirty village child running around the mountains. However, the destiny of an empress still had to be fulfilled. What to do? The ghost servant calculated for a moment and finally came up with a solution: Her fate had a calamity, so throw her a martial arts manual. Her fetal body was poor, so add three points of fortune on her brow, and in the coming years, she would naturally have a beautiful appearance. The lotus bloomed anew, and the ghost servant left. Su Zao was catching tadpoles in a pond when she saw her big pancake face reflected on the water. Suddenly, she wanted to eat pig head. She stood up and shouted to her father, "Dad, I want to eat pig head for New Year!" "What pig head? We don't even have pork!" "Pig head, pig head!" When it came to food, Su Zao's expression showed a determination beyond that of a young child. (Sweet domineering historical romance, easygoing childhood sweethearts series. Really sweet! Trust me! Please collect!)