My Snake - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I have over a dozen sisters.

My dad often says we’re useless.

He complains that even though we’ve finally managed to cultivate into human form, we can’t even land ourselves a sugar daddy. Because of us, he’s stuck eating dead rats that other people have thrown away.

I nibbled on an egg tart, muttering under my breath, “If you’re so capable, why didn’t you cultivate into a human yourself and find a sugar mommy…”

He bristled with rage and started cursing, “If this cultivation technique wasn’t passed down only to women and never to men, do you think I would have been abandoned by your cold-blooded, heartless mother the moment she was done with me?!

“I would have landed a dozen sugar mommies by now!

“Would I really be reduced to this state, relying on you bunch of failures to bring back food every day just to keep me alive?”

He used his Snake Tail to sweep up the remaining three egg tarts in the box.

While stuffing his face, he continued his lecture: “Can’t you girls show a little ambition?

“If you really can’t figure it out, just learn from those TV dramas, okay? Watch how those successful women land billionaires.”

We looked at each other.

Then, one by one, we pulled out our phones and began studying TV dramas.

Seeing our studious expressions, my dad thought his days of luxury were just around the corner.

But he didn’t know.

We were rotting our brains.

My eldest sister watched Legend of the White Snake. After finishing it, she rushed off to a temple, hoping to find a legendary Capital Circle Buddha Son and make him break his vows.

My second sister, having binged the entirety of The Journey of Flower, started carrying a wooden sword around, shouting all day about meeting her destined Venerable One.

My old man almost died of anger again.

He pointed at me and told my other sisters, “Can’t you all learn from Xiao Yu and watch some modern urban ‘overbearing CEO’ dramas? She clearly knows what she’s doing.”

I looked down at my phone, which was currently playing Boss & Me.

I swallowed hard.

I was so hungry.

I really wanted a pork liver lunch box too.

Knowing what I’m doing?

What did he mean by that?

What was the old geezer rambling about now?

In order to get that pork liver lunch box…

Wait, no.

In order to land a billionaire and support my old man.

I spent every day camping out at the hospital, waiting for some billionaire to need me to step up and donate blood.

I waited.

For twenty-one days.

After being rejected for the seventy-first time-being told to get lost, and even nearly having someone call the demon 110 to have me arrested-I was ready to give up.

Sniff.

TV dramas are all lies.

I was going home to tell my poor old dad the news.

Sorry, Dad, you’re going to have to keep eating rats.

Just consider your daughter a failure.

I walked out dejectedly.

Just then, I ran into a group of people unloading someone from an ambulance.

The man lying on the stretcher looked familiar.

It was the man who practically ruled the capital, Qin Zhi.

He seemed to have been in a car accident. He was covered in blood and drifting in and out of consciousness.

Even so.

He held onto his last bit of strength to snap at his assistant, “I told you to take me home, not the hospital. Who gave you permission to take matters into your own hands?”

The assistant was teary-eyed. “President Qin, please stop talking! What’s your blood type? I need to tell the doctors so they can save you!”

Qin Zhi closed his eyes. “Don’t waste your breath. No blood type will work.”

The assistant was distraught. “President Qin!! Don’t give up on life! It’s not worth throwing your life away over a woman who cheated on you, President Qin!”

Qin Zhi ground his teeth. “Will you shut up?”

The assistant went silent instantly.

I sighed, feeling a bit of pity.

I wondered which lucky person would inherit a fortune that wouldn’t run out in ten lifetimes.

If only it were me.

Wait.

He’s lost so much blood. What if he needs some?

I hurried over.

I happened to hear a nurse coming out, looking frantic. “This is strange. Mr. Qin’s blood type doesn’t match any known type.

“What do we do?”

Without a second thought, I jumped up and raised my hand.

“Me, me, me, me! Try me!

“I’m willing to donate blood for free!”

The nurse frowned. “You again… Aren’t you the one who sits by the door every day trying to give people blood?”

I grabbed her hand. “Don’t ask so many questions. Saving a life is more important!”