“What…”
Even the black-haired girl looked bewildered by the eldest sister’s strange taunt, unable to grasp the deeper meaning.
“…”
“…”
Yulian and Fuling remained silent.
They both remembered the original plot line for the eldest sister: “Where did this little bastard come from? This is no place for a motherless thing like you! Get out!”
The tone was supposed to be extremely harsh and grating, like a female ghost—disgusting.
But now it sounded far too gentle.
“Little tadpole looking for its mother, but knocked on the wrong door?”
Laige Caicai continued her strange taunt.
‘I definitely have to change the lines. To reduce the extreme aggression of the original lines, avoid attracting too much hatred from the heroine, but still keep the taunting flavor to complete the system’s task.’
Sure enough, with her proud metaphorical grammar, she stunned everyone the moment she spoke.
Laige Caicai inwardly preened, pressing her advantage by picking up the glass beside her.
She gently grasped the glass, lowered her wrist, and tilted it sideways, letting the clear liquor slowly flow along the rim.
But instead of pouring it on the person, she steadily guided the drops, leaving a straight line on the floor—a powerful stroke of the character “一.”
The movement was unhurried, carrying a solemn ritualistic feel, almost like pouring a libation during a mountain sacrifice.
Still, a few drops splashed onto the heroine’s faded leather shoes.
The dark spots quickly spread on the slightly worn surface, barely visible.
But even those few drops perfectly met the requirement for the [Spill Wine] task.
Don’t care where it spilled or how much; the point was that it spilled.
“Wha… what are you doing?”
The black-haired girl paused, stepping back half a step, her eyes still full of confusion.
“You lost.”
Laige Caicai raised her chin, a smug smile curling at her lips, basking in an invisible glory with a self-satisfied, confident expression.
“Huh?”
The black-haired girl grew even more puzzled.
The eldest sister, after completing her two-step strange taunt, stopped entirely, standing there with a teasing smirk on her face, idling.
‘I’ve finished the system’s task, and from the heroine’s expression, she doesn’t seem to resent me that much.’
‘My execution was perfect!’
‘I’m the strongest transmigrator ever!’
Now she just had to wait and watch how her sisters would handle the situation.
“Ahem.”
Laige Yulian coughed twice, stepped forward—it was her turn to perform.
She walked over to the black-haired girl, circled her slowly twice, scrutinizing her from head to toe.
Her expression carried a hint of appraisal, mixed with an inexplicable ambiguity, and her slight smirk even seemed a bit lecherous.
Just as everyone braced for a conflict, Laige Yulian stopped firmly in front of the black-haired girl.
With her left hand, she lightly lifted the hem of her skirt, while her right hand traced an elegant arc in the air.
At the same time, she stepped back half a pace with her right foot, leaned slightly forward, and executed a perfect noble bow.
The entire motion was fluid and natural, dignified and proper, revealing good upbringing and manners.
Finally, she extended her right hand gently forward in an inviting gesture.
The black-haired girl’s heart skipped a beat.
Was this the feeling of a racing heart?
She couldn’t explain why, but she found herself reaching out and lightly placing her hand on Laige Yulian’s.
Laige Yulian bent down and kissed the back of her hand.
“You!?”
The black-haired girl jerked her hand back as if shocked, retreating several steps, covering her ears, her eyes full of wariness.
Her reddened face gave everything away.
She was embarrassed, feeling humiliated.
Laige Yulian had completed her system task in one go—simple, effortless, without attracting too much hatred from the heroine.
“!?”
But sharp-eyed Laige Caicai immediately noticed something wrong, a look of astonishment flashing across her face.
In a split second, hidden from the other spectators’ view, Laige Yulian had stuck out her tongue and licked and sucked the back of the heroine’s hand—very twisted.
However, in the original plot, the rogue second sister was supposed to grope the heroine’s butt and tear at her black sailor uniform, making a huge scene—a hundred times worse than this.
“This is noble etiquette, miss.”
Laige Yulian, having gained an advantage while acting smug, squinted her eyes mischievously, bowed again, and made a perfect exit.
The surrounding guests were still scolding the black-haired girl for being uncivilized, calling her a country bumpkin.
She trembled with anger, a glistening trail of saliva clearly visible on the back of her hand, reflecting slightly under the light—rather disgusting.
But before the heroine could say anything, the third wave of attack from the Motefei sisters arrived.
The third sister, Laige Fuling, walked forward with steady, composed steps.
Her black skirt rustled silently, carrying a chilling gust of murderous intent.
She stopped in front of the black-haired girl, her eyes vacant, and quietly extended her hand as a gesture of friendship, indicating she wanted to shake hands.
A subtle detail: she extended her left hand to avoid contact with the saliva-stained right hand.
“What do you people want?”
The heroine was on high alert, unwilling to tangle with these weird women any longer.
“If you want to stay here, you must obey me.”
Laige Fuling threatened coldly.
“If you don’t shake my hand today, you won’t be able to shake it in the future.”
The eldest and second sisters’ smiles faded upon hearing that.
The third sister was following the original plot and lines exactly.
The heroine also caught the threat in Laige Fuling’s words.
And this woman looked even more formidable than the other two sisters.
Considering her future, she had no choice but to shake Laige Fuling’s hand.
But when she tried to pull her hand back, she was shocked to find that Laige Fuling’s fingers were as strong as a vise, clamping down on her hand.
She secretly exerted force, but her strength was no match for the other’s.
The grip didn’t loosen at all, her knuckles turning white under the pressure.
She couldn’t break free an inch.
“It hurts… let go…”
And Laige Fuling’s grip kept tightening, squeezing the heroine’s fingers painfully.
“Young ladies, please return to your seats. The birthday banquet is about to begin.”
Just then, the Motefei family’s butler arrived with several maids to stop the conflict.
“You’re lucky.”
Laige Fuling left a harsh remark and reluctantly released the heroine’s delicate hand.
In that moment, the third sister completed her system task.
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