Chapter 275 Chapter 269 Burning Gifts
“Meow?”
Leansi, the cat, lay on Jima’s lap and lifted her head.
Jima smiled at her: “I’m not talking about you; I’m talking about the child in my belly.”
“Meow?!”
Leansi jolted, falling off Jima’s lap and transforming into human form, exclaiming, “Master, you’re pregnant?!”
“Yes.”
Jima counted on her fingers: “It’s already been fifteen days.”
“Is it that awful man’s?”
“Mm.”
“Even though it’s that awful man’s,” Leansi said, “why would you want to get rid of it when it’s so hard for you to have a child?”
“It has no value; right now it’s just a parasite in my belly,” Jima said. “Think about it: when my belly gets as big as a watermelon, putting all that effort into getting it out, what’s the point?
“It would probably resent me for forcing it to have this life without choice, but it wouldn’t end its own life, comfortably reaching out to me for support.
“Why should I bring such a parasite into the world to torment myself?”
Leansi was shocked: “Huh? Master, why do you have this kind of thought?”
“Many young people online think this way,” Jima said. “It seems to be the trend of the younger generation, so my child will probably think the same way.”
“Master, if it is born, we will all love it, and it will grow up in love; it will be grateful to you,” Leansi said. “There are not many lives in the world better than yours.”
“Then what’s the point?” Jima countered. “Why should I love it? Just because it will suck my blood for ten months and then be pulled out of me? Then I have to pamper it like a slave, love it, give it the best? Just because it has my blood flowing through it?”
“Master, you can place the fetus on me; I am willing to bear the pains of childbirth and nurturing for you.”
“Why should I sacrifice my head maid for a parasite?”
“Thank you for your affection, Master. You can find someone else; there are many people in the world willing to bear the pains of nurturing for you.”
“Why spend money on it? To harm someone else’s womb?” Jima shook her head. “I don’t need an heir because I have a long life and remain youthful. I also don’t need another succubus pet; there are many people in the world who love me. I definitely don’t need a white-eyed wolf, even if it might just become one.”
Leansi opened her mouth but didn’t know what to say.
Jima stood up and said, “You go arrange an appointment with the doctor; today I will get rid of the parasite in my belly.”
Her tone was flat, devoid of emotion, as if she were simply saying she was going to take some deworming medicine.
Leansi was unwilling but had no choice; she drooped her cat ears and said, “Yes, Master.”
Morning passed, then noon, and evening came.
The doctor still hadn’t arrived.
Jima called Leansi: “Why hasn’t the doctor come yet?”
“Maybe they will come at night.”
“Don’t think about delaying to change my mind,” Jima said. “I set an alarm; if the doctor hasn’t arrived by ten o’clock tonight, I’ll just go out and find one myself.”
Leansi sighed: “Understood, Master.”
At nine-thirty that evening, a helicopter arrived, carrying a female doctor and her assistants.
Jima was already lying on the operating table, looking at the flowchart, saying, “Getting rid of the parasite is really disgusting; if I weren’t afraid of cursing it to death being even grosser, I would have just cursed it to death.”
The female doctor came over, her face flushed with excitement as she asked Jima some questions and tried to examine her, but Jima refused.
When the surgery was about to start.
Leansi’s voice came through.
“Master! Master! That awful man sent a package for you.”
“A package?” Jima got up from the green operating table, raising her hand to the doctor: “Just a moment.”
She rushed out of the operating room and saw a breathless Leansi, behind her stood twenty-six maids, each holding boxes taller than their heads, filling the entire hallway.
Leansi handed her a letter: “A letter he sent.”
The wax seal was intact.
Jima blinked, using divination to find out that someone had secretly opened the letter and then restored the wax seal.
“Hehe.”
Jima blinked again, checking his superiors, then picked up her phone, reviewed the curses agreed upon with George, and selected the most severe ones to throw directly.
After doing all this, she tore open the wax seal to see the content of the letter.
“Dear: ….”
Jima sneered again.
“….I cannot accompany my daughter, so I wrote her twenty-six letters as gifts for her twenty-six birthdays once she learns to read…
“…Three-quarters of these gifts are birthday gifts sent to her every year, which I marked, and one-quarter is for you as her mother…”
“…Please, Jima, let her live…”
“Love, George.”
The date was three days ago.
This meant that after breaking up with Jima, he immediately prepared birthday gifts for their future daughter overnight, and he had even anticipated Jima’s thoughts about terminating the pregnancy.
“Hehe.” Jima coldly laughed, forcefully crumpling the letter into a ball: “Who does he think he is? Letting me endure a parasitic existence and dreaming beautiful dreams!”
She suddenly shouted the last sentence, her voice cracking.
The maids trembled in fear; they had never seen Jima lose her composure.
Jima tossed the crumpled paper, and it spontaneously ignited in the air, burning to ashes.
She ordered the maids: “Take these gifts and follow me to the hall.”
“Yes.”
“And bring my curse music disk.”
The spacious hall of the Beautiful Palace was more than sufficient.
Jima led the maids, taking a longer route to the empty space outside the Beautiful Palace, placing the packages on the ground.
Jima pulled out her “branch axe gun,” opened the package, and personally smashed each gift inside into pieces— toys, fairy tale books, picture books, etc., none escaped her wrath, not a single one.
The maids watched Jima, some wanting to help, but were refused.
There wasn’t much work at the Beautiful Palace; the maids had plenty of free time and took turns watching Jima.
Many had heard about George wanting to take Jima away due to rumors circulating online; some worriedly asked Jima, who confirmed the rumors.
Now people gathered together, and information exchanged rapidly. Within an hour, all the maids knew Jima was pregnant with George’s child.
The maids were very worried that Jima would leave with George, fearing they would lose their jobs and no longer receive the nourishment of extraordinary power, returning to an ordinary world.
The witches were even more worried; their extraordinary powers depended on Jima.
Seeing Jima smashing George’s gifts one by one and then piling them up to burn them.
The firelight illuminated the faces of the crowd, and many showed expressions of relief.
“Master won’t leave, right?”
“Definitely not; the Master hates that man so much.”
“Master burning those gifts in front of us is also a way to soothe our emotions, right? The Master is so gentle.”
Leansi shook her head; having been with the great Jima for so many years, she knew Jima acted on her own impulses, treating the maids similarly to beautiful dolls.
“Alright.” Jima wiped the fine sweat from her forehead, turning to look at the three hundred or so maids surrounding her: “It’s already two in the morning; if you don’t go to bed early, you’d look terrible. Go to sleep.”
“Master.” A maid chosen to speak up said: “Will you go back with George?”
“Yes.”
“Master, please give us an answer, or we won’t be able to sleep tonight.”
“How could I abandon all of you?” Jima smiled at the group of maids, spreading her arms: “How could I abandon the sea of flowers for just a shitty man’s *.”
The maids all smiled brightly, each with their own charm, their smiles blooming like flowers in spring—if only it weren’t night now, it would be even more beautiful.
The maids dispersed.
Jima called out to Leansi: “Where’s the curse music?”
“Here.” Leansi personally brought over the curse music: “Master, what are you going to do?”
“Give some curses to those who opened my package,” Jima said. “They actually got ahead and opened the package.”
Leansi immediately felt uneasy.
