With ten thousand yuan as a gesture of sincerity, Gujiajia trusted the woman who called her.

She meticulously compiled every document requested.

Including the martial arts school’s license, bank statements, Azure Rainbow Sect’s assets, current staff—and her own income proof.

Plus the children’s records.

Gujiajia worked tirelessly in silence.

Stepping out of the bank, she held a stack of income proofs and smiled.

Earlier talks had confirmed the sponsor’s clear intent—these documents just needed completion.

Once funding arrived, she’d quit her part-time job and bravely say no to the Dark Dragon!

Gujiajia scanned everything and emailed it to the sponsor.

Within two hours, a file arrived detailing the martial arts school’s sponsorship.

A bank deposit alert chimed simultaneously.

“Yes!”

Gujiajia couldn’t suppress a tiny cheer.

Funds secured—no more serving the Dark Dragon!

In high spirits, she opened the file.

She felt deeply grateful to this lifeline in her time of need.

“Huh?”

Qingqian Company?

It sounded vaguely familiar.

Gujiajia opened her browser, typed “Qingqian Company,” and news articles flooded in.

She clicked the top result.

“The Beautiful Girl Behind Qingqian Company—History’s Most Beautiful CEO.”

The page opened with gushing praise for the CEO.

“Never seen such a breathtaking beauty—wasting her in business instead of entertainment!”

Gujiajia wondered: could she really be that stunning?

“Most shockingly, this massive company’s CEO is just a girl! History’s youngest CEO!”

Gujiajia grew more curious about Qingqian’s leader.

Young. An ice-cold beauty. Decisive.

Sponsoring a martial arts school? So kind-hearted!

Gujiajia scrolled down, finally reaching the photo at the bottom.

Seeing that familiar figure, her eyes widened.

How could it be her?!

A simple black court dress, no frills, covering only half her thighs. Black stockings hugged her legs.

Signature silver-white hair. Eyes detached, godlike.

An icy aura radiated from her entire being.

It was the Dark Dragon!

A lie, surely?

This couldn’t be real!

This news reeked of clickbait—look at the overblown flattery!

Definitely fake!

Gujiajia refused to believe it, checking other pages.

Every search yielded identical results.

Until she found Qingqian Company’s registration: legal representative—Su Qingshan.

Gujiajia felt like she’d plunged into an icy abyss.

Memories flooded back: the dark, damp basement; humiliating bindings; shivering under crimson eyes.

Thoughtful dates. The farewell candy, lingering on her lips.

The girl rescuing her from bullies. The charity job. Packed feasts.

Even finding the martial arts school—charming the kids just like she’d charmed Gujiajia!

Even the sponsorship came from the Dark Dragon’s company!

What was her scheme?

Aimed at Gujiajia? The school? The children?

Knowing she faced the Dark Dragon, yet recalling those fluttering moments with the girl, Gujiajia felt utterly helpless.

The girl had become a net, enveloping her completely, drawing closer.

Every corner of her life bore the girl’s shadow.

Gujiajia was always overly sensitive to her nearness.

Both girls—yet she couldn’t resist getting lost in it!

Was this the Dark Dragon’s goal?

Gujiajia wasn’t sure.

But fear gripped her.

The girl was too powerful, invading every inch of her life. Escape felt impossible.

Gujiajia had a nightmare.

She couldn’t wake up.

Pitch darkness surrounded her.

Her body froze, unmoving. Clothes felt torn. Cold seeped in.

In the blackness, a pair of red eyes watched silently.

Pressure mounted. Gujiajia couldn’t breathe!

“Big sister.”

A cold, clear voice cut through. Gujiajia finally opened her eyes.

She sat on a drop tower ride. The Dark Dragon’s smile turned eerie: “Scared, big sister? Hold my hand~”

Gujiajia’s hand clenched. She looked down—a black dragon claw gripped hers. Pain shot through her, yet felt distant.

Gujiajia gritted her teeth: “Dark Dragon, I’m not afraid of you!”

She looked up again. A massive villa surrounded her.

Familiar.

Gujiajia glanced down. She wore a tight black lace maid outfit, kneeling on the floor, rag in hand—cleaning.

“Big sister, the floor’s so cold.”

That cold voice sounded behind her.

A warm hand lifted her up.

The familiar, cool fragrance comforted her.

Yet tension coiled in her chest. She dared not turn.

Behind her yawned a bottomless abyss—pitch black, giant red vines writhing.

Almost swallowing her whole.

But that voice, that scent—they were so familiar.

Gujiajia realized: this was a dream.

Too real. The suffocation. The dry mouth.

Her body turned icy. She wanted to shiver.

An invisible hand choked her neck.

Gujiajia woke choking on water. She’d soaked in the bathtub too long. The water was ice-cold. Her limbs felt leaden.

Pale legs touched the floor. Toes wrinkled.

Her slender waist held no extra fat, contrasting sharply with her curves.

Wet, dark hair clung to her back, making her skin look snow-white.

Skin met floor. Gujiajia’s strength vanished. Her legs buckled. She collapsed.

Damp hair covered half her face. The floor numbed her skin—no pain, just cold.

She’d fallen asleep bathing.

Her head throbbed. The dream’s chill deepened.

She barely made it to bed, too exhausted to dress. Curled under covers, she couldn’t warm up.

Gujiajia’s mind was mush, fixated on that beautiful girl.

No energy to question motives. Just thinking of her. That figure.

Gujiajia felt her heart might be sick.

Whether her heart was ill, System Maiden didn’t know.

But System Maiden knew one thing for sure: the female lead big sister’s body was definitely sick!