My Evil God Girlfriend (gl) 46

Chapter 46: Orphans

Seeing Xiang Er pull out her employment contract, the two police officers exchanged confused glances, clearly not expecting this.

Xiang Er, her demeanor polite, said:

“Could you please take a look at this contract? Clause six, regarding the Party B’s obligations, doesn’t seem to comply with the labor laws. Could this affect my future career prospects and compensation?”

Why had she brought her employment contract to work? Actually, after being harassed by General Manager Cheng, Xiang Er had already decided to resign. She had reviewed her contract the previous night and noticed some discrepancies, intending to discuss them with HR today.

Since she happened to be at the police station, it made sense to consult more qualified professionals. Unfortunately, the police officers weren’t particularly helpful, simply suggesting that if the clauses were indeed illegal, she could file a complaint with the labor bureau and seek compensation.

Xiang Er, satisfied with this answer, felt she had at least defended her rights as a worker.

But she still had something else in mind. As she was leaving, she stood up and subtly lifted her sleeve, revealing a few thin, black tentacles on her wrist, towards the two officers.

If they could see them… perhaps they would ask her about it. If they couldn’t, Xiang Er wasn’t going to say anything, it would only make her seem like she was hallucinating.

The two officers walked past her, completely oblivious to the writhing tentacles on her wrist, clearly unable to see them. Xiang Er carefully lowered her sleeve, thinking that this must be fate.

She smoothed down her sleeve, gently touching the small eyeball on her wrist, a strange thought crossing her mind: Like petting a small pet… a little hamster or something.

Stepping out of the interrogation room, Xiang Er gasped in surprise.

The police station was in chaos! Papers were scattered everywhere, computers and keyboards overturned, some even rolling out the door, slogans, signs, even pieces of the wall had fallen off, door frames were crooked and askew, the whole place a disaster!

People were scrambling to clean up the mess, some clutching their heads and groaning, everyone covered in dust, the floor littered with leaves and branches, a scene of utter devastation!

The row of chairs opposite the interrogation room was in disarray, but Shen Yuhe sat calmly on one of the remaining upright chairs.

She was breathtakingly beautiful, like a black clematis blooming amidst the ruins, her demeanor cold and aloof, but the moment she saw Xiang Er, her expression softened.

Xiang Er walked towards her, a smile naturally appearing on her face:

“Were you waiting for me?”

Shen Yuhe nodded, her expression strangely complex, her eyes as if holding back unspoken words.

Xiang Er, puzzled, asked:

“What’s wrong? Is something the matter? You look… different.”

Shen Yuhe shook her head:

“It’s nothing, I just… misunderstood something.”

Xiang Er asked again:

“What happened here? I was only in there for a few minutes, how did it get like this?”

Shen Yuhe looked at the devastated police station, her expression innocent and guileless:

“I don’t know, maybe… the wind blew in?”

Xiang Er:

“What kind of wind is this strong! Strong enough to blow things around inside? That’s so strange…”

She even wondered if the small eyeball on her wrist had done it, but the small eyeball had been perfectly behaved, there was no reason for it to create such a wind. And besides, surely it wasn’t that powerful?

A cold hand gently grasped her fingers. Xiang Er looked over and saw Shen Yuhe, but her touch was hesitant, unlike her usual assertive manner.

Normally, when Shen Yuhe held her hand, she would grasp her entire hand, her fingers intertwining with Xiang Er’s, a firm, possessive grip.

But today… Shen Yuhe’s hand, like a soft serpent, only gently held her fingertips, not forcefully intertwining their fingers, as if giving her the control.

Xiang Er tugged lightly, and Shen Yuhe obediently followed, her steps matching Xiang Er’s.

The feeling was novel, and Xiang Er helped clean the floor of the police station for a while, then, when it was mostly tidy, she led Shen Yuhe out.

Shen Yuhe was unusually docile and obedient, following Xiang Er’s lead, stopping when she stopped, her hand gently holding Xiang Er’s fingers, like… a child holding onto her mother’s hand.

Xiang Er was startled by this thought. What mother, what child, her mind shouldn’t be so strange! They were just good friends, why was she thinking about mothers and children!

Xiang Er realized that her mind, never particularly sharp, became even more muddled when it came to Shen Yuhe… She wouldn’t normally have such strange thoughts, really!

She glanced at Shen Yuhe, who was walking beside her, a faint smile on her lips, her presence as warm and comforting as springtime in the winter sun. Seeing Xiang Er look at her, Shen Yuhe turned, her smile innocent and guileless, her bright red lips parting:

“Why did we stop, Mom?”

A chill ran down Xiang Er’s spine, and she couldn’t believe her ears:

“What… what did you call me?”

She had just been thinking about mothers and children, and Shen Yuhe had said it out loud… Was it just a coincidence?

Could Shen Yuhe, like Akhe, read her mind? This terrifying thought made Xiang Er’s legs go weak, a wave of coldness washing over her.

But Shen Yuhe just smiled naturally, shaking their joined hands, and said:

“I just thought, you holding my hand like this, it really looks like a mother holding her daughter’s hand, isn’t that a normal joke between friends?”

Her explanation made sense, but Xiang Er couldn’t stop the cold sweat trickling down her back.

Just because their actions looked similar, they had thought of the same thing?

A case of two minds thinking alike? Just a coincidence, not mind-reading?

It had to be, how could an ordinary person read minds… that was something only a Evil God could do! Shen Yuhe couldn’t possibly do that, she was just an exceptionally beautiful, ordinary person…

Xiang Er reassured herself, it was fine, Shen Yuhe couldn’t read minds, it was all just a coincidence… but a lingering unease remained, like something buried deep within her, something she would eventually forget, or perhaps, it would sprout, but not now.

Now, they stood together in the windswept city, their hands clasped, like two islands finding solace in each other amidst a stormy sea.

Xiang Er looked into Shen Yuhe’s clear eyes, a warmth spreading through her. Honestly, who else could she trust besides Shen Yuhe? Shen Yuhe wouldn’t hurt her, she couldn’t possibly read minds, she was her good friend, someone she… had feelings for, how could she do anything strange?

“Um… let’s not… call each other that anymore, it’s a bit strange.”

Xiang Er said, gently squeezing Shen Yuhe’s thumb, an unconscious gesture of reassurance.

“Okay, you can call me Mom too, I’d like that.”

Shen Yuhe said.

“Ah… haha.”

Xiang Er chuckled awkwardly. A sudden urge to confide in Shen Yuhe overcame her, and she said:

“I’m an orphan, I’ve never called anyone Mom, I’m not used to that kind of joke.”

Shen Yuhe’s grip tightened, and Xiang Er looked up, seeing a deep concern in her eyes:

“Do you need a mom? I can be your mom.”

To be her closest… A lover would be good, a mother even better. To devour her, to absorb her, to make her a part of herself, that would make her her “mother.” It was simple, if that’s what she needed…

But Xiang Er said, puzzled:

“That’s not possible, and I don’t need a mom now, I’m all grown up.”

But Shen Yuhe continued to stare at her, as if trying to see through her brave facade, into her fragile, crystalline heart, to the deepest part… where a little girl, alone in her cold bed in the orphanage, hugged her pillow, whispering “Mommy, Mommy…” then crying herself to sleep.

Xiang Er looked away. She thought, a hug would be nice right now… but it wasn’t necessary, she had overcome those useless sentimental feelings…

The next second, she was enveloped in a familiar, comforting embrace.

Shen Yuhe held the back of Xiang Er’s head, pressing her face against her chest, her voice warm and sweet:

“Good girl, don’t be afraid, you have me now, I’m better than a mom.”

Better than a “mom,” I can destroy you, I can create you, I can merge with you, I am your master, your god, your one true faith. I am your friend, your lover, your mother and father and daughter, your creator, and eventually, I will be everything to you…

The wind whispered, the branches rustling, the sounds of people and traffic filling the streets, the calls of vendors, a vibrant tapestry of city life, the reality of the mundane world.

And in this utterly real and ordinary world, a Evil God, disguised in human form, came for the soul… and the love… of a single, fragile, pitiful little ant.

The Evil God’s presence intensified, a sudden gust of wind whipping through the streets, snatching hats and ruffling hair, sending ordinary people scattering in its wake.

And Xiang Er, buried in the Evil God’s embrace, her face pressed against its warm, sweet-smelling chest, long past the age of crying for a mother, felt tears welling up in her eyes.

She could feel Shen Yuhe’s heartbeat, strong and steady, a comforting rhythm in her ear, the heartbeat of a mother, the heartbeat she had always imagined in her dreams.

She knew this wasn’t her mother. But precisely because of that… this care, this warmth, made her want to cry even more.

Tears streamed down her face, soaking Shen Yuhe’s blouse, the black fabric clinging to her skin.

Xiang Er felt a large hand gently stroking her hair, it wasn’t a mother’s hand. It was Shen Yuhe’s.

A gentle, caring touch, slowly stroking and smoothing her hair, an endless affection spreading outwards, an emotion Xiang Er didn’t want to define, just wanting to absorb it, to bask in it, like a sponge soaking up water.

What it was wasn’t important, it was for her, and that was enough, more than enough… Enough to bridge the lonely nights of her childhood, the cold beds and empty hours, ignored and forgotten.

She now had someone who cared, someone who was there.

She reached out and, like a child, hugged Shen Yuhe tightly, that slender yet strong waist, capable of holding all her needs and dreams…

After crying, Xiang Er stood up straight on the street, her eyes red and swollen. Shen Yuhe patted her head and gently wiped away her tears:

“There, there, I’m here.”

Xiang Er felt the swelling in her eyes subside. It seemed she hadn’t cried too much, it was just… embarrassing.

To distract herself, Xiang Er suggested they find a place to eat.

She handed the menu to Shen Yuhe, letting her order. Shen Yuhe ordered a few dishes, Mapo tofu, spicy stir-fried chicken gizzards, and Chongqing-style spicy chicken. Xiang Er was surprised:

“These dishes are very spicy, are you sure you want to order them? Can you handle spicy food?”

Shen Yuhe nodded confidently:

“Trust me, I’m very interested in your spicy dishes.”

The food arrived, and Xiang Er ate her own bland dishes while Shen Yuhe, with great enthusiasm, scooped up a spoonful of spicy chicken, swallowing the chicken along with several chili peppers and Sichuan peppercorns!

Xiang Er:

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t…”

But it was too late.

Shen Yuhe’s beautiful face instantly flushed red, an alarmingly bright red.

She immediately leaned against Xiang Er, as if drunk. Xiang Er had a strange sense of déjà vu. Hadn’t she seen this scene before, not long ago, in a certain coffee shop?

Shen Yuhe raised her arms, naturally wrapping them around Xiang Er’s waist, her face close to Xiang Er’s, her lips, full and red, slightly parted, her breath, hot and spicy, brushing against Xiang Er’s face:

“Why… so spicy… I’m going to melt, melt…”

Xiang Er’s chopsticks clattered onto her plate.

She almost wanted to tremble.

Shen Yuhe’s body was half-leaning against hers, her face, flushed and slightly sweaty, so close to Xiang Er’s, more alluring than the most delicate rose… and her lips, those parted, sweet, and spicy lips, clearly inviting a kiss!

Xiang Er suddenly understood the legend of Liuxia Hui.

But she couldn’t be Liuxia Hui!

She just wanted to kiss those alluring red lips, kiss them until they were swollen and bruised, crush them like rose petals, extract their sweet nectar, and drink it all down…

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T/N:

T/N: Liuxia Hui: A historical figure from ancient China renowned for his unwavering moral principles, especially his resistance to sexual temptation. The story that made him famous involves him holding a woman on his lap to keep her warm on a freezing night, but remaining completely chaste. This is often summarized by the idiom “坐怀不乱” (zuò huái bù luàn), meaning to remain unaroused and composed when faced with temptation. His name is used to praise someone’s high moral character or to ironically question someone’s claimed virtue.