『The disabled auntie is way too domineering?』
A gold-digging college girl X a disabled, gloomy older woman (GL) From Shu Lanqiu's perspective: "Why won't you look at me? Are you scared?" "No..." A young girl. She says no, but her eyes keep darting away. I suddenly laugh. Right — in her eyes, I'm just a cranky, disabled old lady. A cripple who can't even take care of herself, hiring a young college student as her caretaker. Ever since the car accident that year took my leg, I've been pinned to a bed and a wheelchair. No family to take care of me, so I had to hire caretakers. Fortunately... I still have money. A lot of money. Otherwise, I can't imagine how pathetic I'd be. Later I got fitted with a prosthetic, and I still used a wheelchair. On the surface, I look no different from anyone else. But my heart had long since rotted away. The moment I realized I'd really become a cripple, I went a little crazy. Whenever I was in a bad mood, I'd smash whatever was within reach. The only way out was to numb my senses, to escape reality. But it was never enough. Just then, this young girl came knocking on her own accord, here to work as a part-time caretaker. The first time I saw her, she was really tall. I always had to tilt my head up to look at her. When she crouched down to meet my eyes, I stared into hers — and the reckless idea was born right then. She'd occasionally let slip how strapped for cash she was. After more than thirty years of living, I could see right through her. She was doing it on purpose. But I didn't call her out. Instead, I went along and floated the idea of keeping her. At first she looked surprised, then lowered her head with hesitation. She might not have realized it, but I saw the curve of her lips the moment she lowered her head — she thought she'd hidden it well. "Fifty thousand a month." After those words, she seemed to make up her mind, nodding with a demure little bow. But... money isn't that easy to earn, and my money doesn't come free. Once the contract was signed, she became responsible for every aspect of my daily life — including the emotional value I needed. I made her take off my prosthetic with her own hands and look at my mutilated body with her own eyes. She gritted her teeth against the discomfort, yet still coaxed and soothed me while tending to my wounds. How amusing. This kind of amusement lets me forget everything for a while. Forget my disability.
"Look at it... Don't look away."