Yao Zuizui and Zhai Mo were always together.
They went to work together and came home together.
They ate together and slept together.
Of course, the last one was just Yao Zuizui’s imagination…
She had tried her best to flirt with Zhai Mo.
But he remained completely indifferent and even got angry easily.
Maybe she had just been awkwardly flirting all along…
Yao Zuizui, who hadn’t unlocked the skill tree of flirting with men, was at a loss.
Yet, her blatant behavior had caught Zuo Fang’s attention.
Taking advantage of her being at home, Zuo Fang entered her study, determined to have a serious talk with her.
“Zuozuo, do you have feelings for Zhai Mo?” Zuo Fang got straight to the point, her expression stern.
If Yao Zuizui dared to say “yes,” she would have a hand around her neck the next second.
So she shook her head like a rattle drum: “No, no, no! I don’t like him!”
Zuo Fang’s expression softened slightly, but she still looked at Yao Zuizui with suspicion.
“Mom, didn’t you tell me to keep a close eye on Zhai Mo?” Yao Zuizui threw herself into Zuo Fang’s arms and cooed, “I’m just afraid he’ll pull some shady tricks behind my back, so I keep him by my side to watch him at all times.”
Finally, a relieved smile appeared on Zuo Fang’s face.
Before, she had repeatedly warned her daughter to be careful of Zhai Mo, to guard against him stealing her position as the heir.
But her daughter had always brushed it off with excuses.
Now, she had finally come to her senses!
She finally understood how important power, status, and wealth were.
And now, Zuo Fang could finally rest easy.
She gently patted her daughter’s back as she snuggled in her arms and sighed, “Zuozuo, you’ve worked hard. You’ll understand someday—Mom only wants what’s best for you.”
“I know,” Yao Zuizui nodded. “I’ve grown up. I understand now.”
Zuo Fang was so moved that tears welled up in her eyes. Not wanting Yao Zuizui to see, she pushed her away. “Mom has things to do. You go ahead with your work.”
“Mm.” Yao Zuizui watched as Zuo Fang closed the door behind her, finally having passed this hurdle.
No wonder Zhai Zuozuo had liked Zhai Mo so much but never dared to show it—it was because of Zuo Fang.
She didn’t want her mother to know, yet she also didn’t want to deceive her because she knew her mother cared for her.
Yao Zuizui sighed in the study, unaware that Zhai Mo was already plotting his next move to kill her…
——————
Zhai Mo had been searching for the perfect murder plan.
One that would leave no trace.
No witnesses, no evidence, nothing the police could uncover.
To achieve this, he deliberately went to a nearby internet café during his lunch break.
Internet cafés didn’t keep browsing histories or records, and the cameras wouldn’t specifically capture what websites he visited.
Though Zhai Mo was Yao Zuizui’s personal assistant, he still had his own freedom.
In his eyes, someone like Zhai Zuozuo—a spineless idiot who had to furrow his brows just to read a document—would never suspect anything.
Zhai Mo quickly searched for several flawless murder methods.
Bizarre, ingenious.
As he read, he couldn’t help but admire the brilliance of the people who came up with these ideas!
He was now fully confident—soon, the spineless fool would meet his end!
When Zhai Mo returned from the internet café, Yao Zuizui wrinkled her nose and sniffed unhappily. “Have you been smoking?”
For a moment, he thought he had been caught, but it was just a false alarm.
The internet café was filled with smokers, and Zhai Mo’s clothes had absorbed the smell.
He hated the stench too, so he remained silent.
“Disgusting! Go take a shower in my lounge. There are spare clothes inside.” Yao Zuizui shot him a disdainful look and tossed him the key.
Zhai Zuozuo was the type who knew how to indulge himself. The partitioned space next to the general manager’s office was a custom-made lounge he had designed for himself.
Inside, there was a shower, a walk-in closet, and a large, soft bed.
This spineless fool only knew how to enjoy himself—what a waste.
Despite his disgust, Zhai Mo entered the lounge.
Yao Zuizui leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, her eyes full of mischief. “The clothes in the closet are mine. Pick whatever you like.”
“I’m not wearing your clothes.” Zhai Mo curled his lip in disdain.
“Oh? So you’d rather go naked?” Yao Zuizui smirked, teasing him shamelessly.
Hah, was he really so eager to expose his wolfish ambitions?
Did he really want to see him without clothes?
This spineless fool was utterly revolting.
“Hurry up and shower, or else you can go home and never come back to work.” Yao Zuizui tossed out the words lightly before returning to her work.
Reluctantly, Zhai Mo took a shower. In the end, he had no choice—the smoke clinging to his clothes was unbearable even to him.
Gritting his teeth, he grabbed one of Zhai Zuozuo’s white shirts and put it on.
It carried a faint milky scent, mixed with a subtle fragrance that made his mind wander.
Ignoring the strange feeling, Zhai Mo frowned.
How old was this spineless fool, still obsessed with milk? What a mama’s boy.
He awkwardly stepped out in the borrowed clothes, but Yao Zuizui’s eyes lit up.
Every vessel Suhei possessed was so good-looking.
Now, dressed in the white shirt, Zhai Mo’s usual eerie aura was softened by his frown.
His knitted brows smoothed out, his skin so pale it was almost translucent.
His cold eyes made her want to tease him relentlessly until desire flickered in his gaze.
“Bro, you’re wearing my clothes now~” Yao Zuizui’s eyes sparkled with amusement.
“Hmph.” Zhai Mo remained expressionless. As if he wanted to wear her clothes.
“Does my shirt smell nice?” Yao Zuizui stared at him.
“Disgusting.” Zhai Mo spat out the word before turning back to his work, refusing to engage in her nonsense.
Yao Zuizui watched his busy back with a faint smirk.
Hmph, one day, I’ll make you hold my clothes and say, “So fragrant!”
——————
The night was cool.
The moonlight grew pale.
Zhai Mo crept stealthily into Yao Zuizui’s room.
He had only wanted to test his luck, but to his surprise, the spineless fool hadn’t locked his door at night.
Yao Zuizui wished she could tell him—she had left it open for him on purpose.
But she couldn’t. She had to lie in bed.
Pretending to sleep.
The first thing Zhai Mo did upon entering was quietly draw the curtains.
The moonlight bathed her peaceful sleeping face, casting an almost holy glow.
Holy? Bullshit.
This was just a spineless fraud.
Suppressing his thoughts, Zhai Mo closed the curtains and approached Yao Zuizui’s bed.
Without the moonlight, the room plunged into complete darkness.
This was the kind of darkness Zhai Mo knew and loved.
He felt at ease.
As his eyes adjusted, he could make out the room’s details.
The spineless fool lay sprawled on the bed, the blanket haphazardly covering his chest, half of it dangling to the floor.
Zhai Mo’s gaze swept past these details before freezing on one spot.
The fool’s oversized pajamas had slipped off one shoulder.
So pale, so smooth, so perfectly rounded.
He swallowed reflexively.
A line of poetry flashed through his mind:
*”Tender waters embrace the hills, endlessly enchanting;*
*Damp clouds cling to the peaks, silently alluring.*
*Whose shoulders may rest upon such fragrant grace?”*
The next second, he regretted it, wishing he could strangle his past self.
Fragrant shoulders?
What kind of nonsense was that?
This was a man!
A vulgar, spineless scoundrel who constantly harassed women in the company!
What was he even thinking?
But then, Zhai Mo’s thoughts spiraled again.
If this fool weren’t so crude and uncouth, with skin and features like this… he might actually pass as a woman…
Men who liked men would probably go for someone like him…
Wait, this fool liked men too!
No wonder he had a crush on him—he must be the submissive type…
Somehow, Zhai Mo had grown accustomed to the idea of the spineless fool liking him.
Even when he remembered it now, it didn’t disgust him as much as before.
Zhai Mo raised the small hammer in his hand and smirked darkly.
Why overthink it?
This fool was about to die anyway.
This was one of the murder methods he had found online—invented by a medical professor.
While his wife slept, he would gently tap the center of her forehead with a small hammer. The force was light enough not to wake her.
But the vibrations would affect the resonance inside her skull, slowly damaging its structure and causing internal bleeding.
Eventually, doctors would diagnose brain damage as the cause of death—with no trace of foul play.
Zhai Mo thought this method suited him perfectly.
During the day, he had observed that the spineless fool slept like the dead. A few taps on his skull wouldn’t rouse him.
If he sneaked into the fool’s room a few more times, he could finish him off soon.
Zhai Mo raised the hammer and leaned over Yao Zuizui.
Gently, he began tapping the center of her forehead.
But after just a few taps, Yao Zuizui stirred.
Frowning, she reached up and wrapped her arms around Zhai Mo’s neck.
Then, she hooked her legs around his waist.
Before Zhai Mo could react, Yao Zuizui had flipped him onto his back and pinned him beneath her.
She clung tightly to his neck, her breath reeking of alcohol.
Mumbling sleepily, she spoke in a coaxing tone, “Xiaohong, didn’t I already give it to you? Gege’s tired… no more… sleep now, be good~”
Zhai Mo’s face darkened instantly.
Didn’t this spineless fool like him?
Why was he calling out another woman’s name when drunk?
And worst of all—mistaking him for that woman?!
**Author’s Note:**
Ah, the waters of West Lake, Zhai Mo’s tears…
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