Chapter 27: Untie the knot (ask for reward )

“I don’t understand why all these troubled girls always have their breakdowns late at night or in the early morning. Can’t it be during the daytime?”

“Because the daytime doesn’t belong to them……………”

【Are you crazy? You were told to comfort her, and instead you slapped her!?】

“I’m not crazy, I just wanted to pull her out of Yuyu’s emotional spiral.”

Listening to the System yelling wildly in her mind, Su Moli calmly explained.

Then, with her back turned to the high-hanging moon, she stood still, her eyes coldly watching Meng Siyu lying sprawled on the ground.

Meng Siyu was clutching her swollen, reddened left cheek in pain with one hand, the other supporting her upper body as she tried to get up.

That slap had been hard — almost all her strength went into it.

The redness on Su Moli’s right hand was proof she hurt herself too.

“???“

Meng Siyu, still dazed from the slap, suddenly felt the burning sting on her left cheek.

Without even looking, she knew it was badly bruised and swollen, with faint purplish marks and some broken skin around the slap area.

“You *** you ****?!”

What do you do when someone hits you?

Of course, you hit back!

After the initial shock faded, Meng Siyu’s blood boiled.

Her brain couldn’t keep up with her body, which sprang into action, grabbing Su Moli’s collar angrily and raising her right hand to strike back.

But seeing Su Moli’s excited and happy expression—without fear, resistance, or struggle—

Meng Siyu’s mind began to question, and her reason started to gain the upper hand.

Just a few days ago, Su Moli had been so kind: bringing food, giving money, playing with her.

There was no reason for her to be hit when she was at her lowest point.

“Why ** did you hit me? Didn’t you see how sad I was? You ***!”

Meng Siyu questioned loudly, no longer calm or angry like before.

She was in a full-on blood-rage state, filled with wild vitality and raw emotion.

“My heart and actions are as clear as a mirror; all I do is to save you.”

“???”

Meng Siyu frowned, confused by Su Moli’s strange words.

She was so sad and hurt, wasn’t a good friend supposed to comfort her?

Why hit her instead?

She hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Okay, let go of my collar first. You’re making it hard for me to talk, cough cough…”

Feeling Meng Siyu’s grip on her collar loosen, Su Moli took a step back, straightened her clothes, cleared her throat, and looked at her sincerely as she began to explain.

“Are you really without fault?”

“If you are, then why do you feel so sad and regretful over the fight with your mother? She might not sleep all night, has to get up early for work tomorrow.”

“……”

Su Moli’s opening sentence stunned Meng Siyu into silence.

She lowered her eyes, ashamed, speechless, unwilling to face the truth.

That was right!

Meng Siyu never thought she was wrong to argue with her mother—it was all her mother’s fault.

But the consequences of the argument were too much for Meng Siyu to face.

She wanted to stand her ground, but thinking about her mother possibly losing sleep tonight, having to get up early, plus her mother’s health issues and constant medication…

Meng Siyu was really afraid her mother might one day die in the factory.

“You want to resist your mother’s guilt-ridden love, but since birth, your parents have raised you whether you like it or not.”

“Since you’ve passively accepted this, you can’t easily break free from this complicated familial relationship. After all, people don’t just jump out of cracks in the stone.”

“But…I really hurt so much…”

Hearing Su Moli’s words, Meng Siyu felt overwhelmed and suffocated.

Tears welled up and began to spill.

She wanted to escape all of it, but her parents had given her so much—how could she ever repay them?

“You want to escape through games, but reality constantly reminds you to study hard.”

“On one hand is your mother’s love, on the other is the pressure to learn. You want to be the good daughter she likes, but no matter how hard you try, you just can’t get math right, so your only option left is escape…”

“But how can you easily break free from the bindings of real family life?”

“Long ago, Nezha cut off his father’s bones and flesh to repay his mother; what about today?”

“Though modern times aren’t as bloody, you still can’t just shed a layer of skin and extract some blood and think you can get free. It’s impossible.”

“So in the end, you can neither rebel nor escape. Even if you numb yourself to wait for death, the constant friction will eventually erupt into violent quarrels, and one night that no one expects, it will all end…”

【The girl is breaking down, her mental defenses are completely collapsing. This is the first person in over ten years since she became sensible who truly understands her.】

“Then…what should I do? Wuwuwu…”

Meng Siyu collapsed onto the ground in despair, tears streaming down her face, blurring her vision.

Perhaps it was the alcohol, but now she completely let go of all social restraints, caring nothing for her image, and broke down into sobs.

“Cry, cry out loud. Let all the grievances in your heart pour out.”

“There’s no one here. No classmates, no parents. No one will mock you for crying.”

Seeing Meng Siyu finally let go, Su Moli’s tense emotions relaxed.

Her face brightened with relief, her tone gentle as she sat down beside her.

In this female-dominated world, girls don’t even have the right to cry.

If they cried online, most people would only mock them.

So seeing Meng Siyu cry, Su Moli was happy—because she no longer wanted to bear the invisible pressure alone but finally shared the softest, most vulnerable, and most shameful part of herself.

“Cry, cry. If your heart still feels heavy, just blame it all on me.”

“Blame everything on me—because of me, you missed your studies these past few days. Because I gave you money, you had a fight with your mother tonight.”

“Because of our first meeting, if it weren’t for me, you might have already decided to change.”

“Everything, all of it, blame it on me.”

“Wuwuwu…wuwuwu…wuwuwu…X”

Under the night sky in an empty park, Su Moli gently stroked Meng Siyu’s hair as she buried her face deeply in Su Moli’s chest, sobbing loudly—raw, hoarse, desperate.

Like a newborn baby announcing her pain to the world.

Once the floodgate of emotion breaks, it’s hard to stop.

Meng Siyu didn’t bother to keep up appearances anymore.

She kept her face buried in Su Moli’s chest, crying and crying, tears, snot, and saliva all wetting Su Moli’s white T-shirt, faintly revealing the flesh-colored skin underneath.

(So gross. Definitely need a shower when I get home tonight.)

Although the scene was touching, Su Moli, as the one involved, just felt numb in her legs sitting there.

Also, this childish Meng Siyu was rubbing all her snot and tears on her—disgusting—but since this was a crucial moment in their bond, she forced herself to smile gently and comfort her, patting her back lightly.

“Wuwuwu…X wuwuwu wuwuwu…X”

After an hour of crying her heart out, Meng Siyu’s despair finally eased.

Her sobs turned to faint whispers, and her mood gradually calmed, even improving.

But why did Meng Siyu keep her face buried in Su Moli’s embrace, unwilling to come out?

Simple reason.

Because it was too embarrassing!

Although being an ostrich was shameful, Meng Siyu didn’t want to face reality after exposing such an ugly side of herself to Su Moli.

She just wanted to hide in that neither too big nor too small chest and avoid everything.

“Are you done now?”

“No!”

“Now?”

“……”

“Now then?”

“Wuwuwu…”

“Stop crying. I know you’re faking it. Pull your face out of my chest. My leg’s gone numb.”

Seeing Meng Siyu refuse to come out, Su Moli had to use force to pull her. But this girl had suddenly become super stubborn.

No matter how much Su Moli pulled, Meng Siyu clung on tight.

Even when she managed to pull her out a little, Meng Siyu immediately burrowed back in.

(I’m at my wit’s end. I’ve been taken advantage of for over an hour, and she still isn’t satisfied? Who can I complain to?)

Su Moli was speechless, silently complaining to the System about her predicament.

In other transformation stories, it’s usually the protagonist who takes advantage of the other girls.

But here, she was the one being taken advantage of—how absurd, utterly unethical.

【You made your own bed, deal with it yourself.】

The System originally wanted Su Moli to kindly comfort Meng Siyu, but she didn’t follow the rules, and this was the result—no one else to blame.

“…1-8.”

Su Moli sighed.

This System was only good for handing out money quickly.

Sometimes it even argued with her and annoyed her.

“Come out, I really won’t laugh at you.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Then I don’t want to.”

With a tone like a vow, Meng Siyu kept her head buried like a mole in Su Moli’s chest.

“Come on, I already took your guilt when I slapped you. Now you’re innocent.”

“What about you?”

Hearing this, Meng Siyu remembered the sharp burning on her left cheek.

But she no longer cared—

Su Moli truly cared for her, so she should care for her in return.

“I gave you my sins, so what will you do?”

After feeling the pressure of her own despair, Meng Siyu understood how suffocating it was to be crushed by guilt.

“It’s simple—I’ll just donate money.”

Since Su Moli asked Meng Siyu to blame her for all the sins, she took on the burden herself.

To feel better, she chose to transfer these sins by donating money to impoverished children in Area Three.

“Okay, okay, I just donated 1,000 yuan to the poor children in Area Three. Now we’re both free of sin and can live freely and happily.”

Su Moli even showed Meng Siyu the screenshot of the successful donation.

“Think about it—because you fought with your mother today, how many meals and bottles of milk will those poor children get? Doesn’t that make you feel better inside?”

“Thank you…”

Seeing Su Moli spend so much just to comfort her, Meng Siyu blushed even more, unable to face her, burying her face deeper as if wanting to crawl into her belly and become a baby, escaping all the world’s suffering.

“I, on behalf of Heaven, forgive you. Can you come out now?”

“……”

Listening to Meng Siyu’s childish, coquettish tone, Su Moli almost wanted to cry.

Her thigh was really numb now.

“I know why you don’t want to come out. You can’t face all this.”

“You can’t face showing such an ugly side to me, can’t face your mother’s questioning and scolding when you go home, can’t face the unchanging life ahead…”

“But! Today! I have something to tell you!”

“I actually have a Romance System! And you are my destined girlfriend!”

“My lifelong mission is to save your life, to help you leave behind a gray, sewer-like stinking existence, and welcome a new life like a gentle spring breeze.”

Feeling the movement in her arms, Su Moli smiled inside and continued.

“I know you’re scared I’m lying. After all, people are hard to read, especially through clothes.”

“But I can’t let your hand get inside my body, or I’d die, so this is the best I can do…”

After saying this, Su Moli grabbed Meng Siyu’s small hand, slipped it inside her clothes, and placed it on her left chest so she could feel her sincere, passionate heartbeat.

Meng Siyu wanted to struggle but was gently held down.

Su Moli solemnly swore:

“I, Su Moli, vow to save Meng Siyu’s life!”

“A Contract sent to Heaven, Reported to Netherworld, Announced to Ninth Heaven, Witnessed by the Grandmasters, Heaven and Earth as witnesses, Sun and Moon in accord, If you betray your beloved, you defy Heaven— Sin of defying Heaven, death and oblivion; If the beloved betrays you, defying fate—
Banished from the Three Realms, no reincarnation forever.”

“Now, you have to believe me, right?”

After the oath, Su Moli smiled helplessly, looking down at the silent Meng Siyu in her arms with tenderness and resignation.

In her embrace, Meng Siyu was deeply moved that Su Moli was willing to swear such a harsh oath for her.

But…

Because Su Moli had pushed her hand inside her clothes, her mind was full of…

(So soft?! She’s not wearing a bra! Naked!!!)

“Hey? Big sister? Sister? Call me sister, okay? Can you get up? My leg really went numb.”

Though having a beauty in her arms was soft and fragrant, Su Moli was about to lose feeling in her leg from the weight.

Just when Su Moli was about to despair at the thought of spending the whole night like this, she felt her wrist lifted and then bitten.

“Does it hurt?”

“No.”

Knowing this was a test from Meng Siyu, Su Moli bravely said no.

“Does it hurt?”

Seeing Su Moli say no, Meng Siyu bit down harder, leaving red marks on Su Moli’s pale arm.

“No!”

Su Moli kept forcing herself to say no.

“Then…now?”

With her mouth clenched tight, Meng Siyu’s words were muffled.

“No hurt ⊗ no hurt, not at all—ow! It hurts!”

She tried to hold on longer, but seeing her wrist bleeding from the bite, Su Moli couldn’t take it anymore and painfully pulled her hand out of Meng Siyu’s dog-like sharp mouth.

“Hehe, now it’s back.”

Seeing Su Moli rub the sore spot, Meng Siyu smiled sincerely with bloodstains on her lips and the clear red swollen slap mark on her left cheek.

With such a good friend as Su Moli, she was no longer afraid of reality.

【Congratulations, host! You’ve successfully unlocked Meng Siyu’s heart and entered her inner world. Reward: Initial Oral Skill. Effect: Your speech carries a certain charm, making people involuntarily want to trust you.】

Anyone can say nice words, but how many are willing to fall into that endless abyss alongside you?

Hearing the System’s reward, Su Moli felt it was all worth it.

【By the way, what if that first slap you gave made her hate you?】

The System asked confusedly.

“I already said, in the adult world, just give her a few thousand yuan and slap her once, and she’ll praise your slap.”

“Money isn’t everything, but it sure solves a lot of worldly troubles.”

This chapter is one I’m very satisfied with.

It fully showcases Su Moli’s maturity, responsibility, and problem-solving skills.

Meng Siyu’s transformation from a strong-willed girl to a completely dependent girlfriend is also vividly portrayed.

So, everyone, considering this chapter has 5,000 words, please shower me with praise—and maybe some critiques, monthly votes, and donations.