“Well… then you should at least give me a reason,” Fengguang said. “I’m not a toddler anymore—how can I just take my clothes off whenever you say so?”
“Fengguang, are you forcing me to make you do this the hard way?”
Fengguang backed up several more steps until she was pressed into a corner. “Let’s talk this out… please don’t do anything drastic!”
Wang Ci lifted a hand slightly. Instantly, green vines crept in through the window, quickly spreading throughout the room. The walls, the tables, the chairs—everything was covered in twisting greenery. With nowhere left to retreat, Fengguang found her wrists and ankles wrapped tight, leaving her unable to resist.
A bad feeling washed over her. “If you want to play tying people up, go do it with Dad—why are you tying me up?”
“Stop making such a fuss. I got bored with using this trick on your father a long time ago,” Wang Ci replied calmly. Her ability was to control plants, and it had brought her plenty of convenience in daily life—but today was the first time she had ever used it on her own daughter.
Seeing her mother step closer and closer, Fengguang shouted like a girl being bullied, “Dad! Get in here and save me!”
Xia Chao pounded anxiously on the door from outside. “What’s going on in there?”
“Quiet!” Wang Ci called toward the door, and the hallway immediately fell silent.
In front of Madam Xia, Master Xia was just as powerless as Miss Xia herself.
Fengguang felt like crying inside. She couldn’t help wondering why her father always seemed so domineering—yet at the critical moment turned into someone completely under his wife’s thumb.
“The moment I saw you today, something felt off,” Wang Ci said at last, stopping in front of her daughter. “It’s one thing that you smiled when you saw me, but when you saw your father, you had such a bright grin. Fengguang, haven’t you always found your dad annoying?”
“That’s… that’s because it’s been so long since I saw you. I missed you!”
“When you were little, I took you to live in England for a while. You went much longer without seeing your father back then. But when he finally came to find you, you didn’t look nearly this happy.”
“I… I…” she stammered guiltily. “I was young and didn’t know any better!”
“You look guilty to me.” Wang Ci’s hand came up to her daughter’s cheek, her red nail polish making Fengguang’s pale skin appear even fairer. “Ever since you were little, I taught you that even if you committed the gravest mistakes—whether you killed a human or another vampire—you wouldn’t need to worry. Your father and I would handle the aftermath. But you can’t even kill anyone. So tell me—what exactly are you feeling guilty about?”
“I feel guilty… because I skipped class…”
“Skipped class? Isn’t that practically routine for you?” Wang Ci withdrew her hand and crossed her arms, a faint smile curling her red lips. “Osiris is basically a school for noble vampire families. There are plenty of male students ranked A and above—and plenty of handsome ones, too. I’ve been through this stage myself. Even if you’ve developed a crush on some boy, that’s fine. But remember this, Fengguang—you’re not an ordinary vampire heiress. You’re pureblood. It’s fine to have a little fun with those boys, but you mustn’t take things too seriously.”
“Why…” Fengguang asked pitifully. “Mom, didn’t you say my engagement to Situ You doesn’t really count? If this is about my engagement…”