After Transmigrating into the Scum Wife of a Disabled Black Moonlight (GL) - Chapter 1

After a knife was plunged into her heart, Deng Li’s life came to an end.

A sharp pain spread from her chest to every part of her body. Her five senses instantly vanished, and everything went silent and dark.

After an unknown amount of time, a noisy clamor erupted around her, the stage DJ’s voice deafening.

Deng Li curled her fingers, instinctively touching her chest. Feeling her heart beat firmly through her shirt, she was startled. I’m okay?

“Deng Li, it’s your turn. You’re not too drunk, are you?”

“Hurry up and take off your shoes. I want a taste of a rich kid. I can’t wait.”

“Don’t worry about it. Coming out on your wedding night—isn’t it because she dislikes the one at home with the bad legs and has to come out and find someone? Hahaha.”

The voices of several people rang in her ears.

Deng Li’s head was heavy, and her stomach churned as if she had eaten something bad.

She slowly opened her eyes. Before her, a pair of slender white legs danced back and forth, looking alluring under the dim, suggestive lighting.

A woman suddenly squatted down. She had fair skin and was beautiful. Her cleavage was eye-catching. She was dressed in red with red hair and red lips, exuding sex appeal.

The woman in red stared at her. Deng Li was sprawled out on the sofa, seemingly dead drunk. Her wide trousers couldn’t hide her long legs, and her shirt had come untucked, revealing her abs. She was 175 cm tall, with long limbs. Her face was defined by her high-bridged nose, with a cool and delicate look, but her actions were anything but.

At that moment, she had a sweet girl on her left and a punk girl on her right.

Such a complex woman, with a mix of good and evil, still held a strange attraction.

The woman in red smiled, reaching out to touch Deng Li’s calf.

“Miss Deng, I lost. It’s my turn to drink.”

With that, she followed Deng Li’s leg down, unhooked her high heel, and revealed her slender white foot. The delicate skin was crisscrossed with visible veins. The woman in red glanced at it, grabbed a bottle of champagne, and poured it into the black high-heeled shoe.

Deng Li frowned, her senses slowly returning to her body.

The surrounding crowd started cheering, “Drink! Drink! Drink!”

Deng Li looked around, seeing a sweet, cute girl on her left and a motorcycle punk girl with heavy eyeliner on her right. The woman in red had thrown the high-heeled shoe on the floor and was now leaning down, her chest about to rub against Deng Li’s foot.

A conspiracy!

She instinctively shoved her hard, and the woman in red immediately fell to her knees.

With a sudden burst of energy, Deng Li got up, threw off the two people she was holding, and grabbed the woman in red in a hold, pressing her head onto the coffee table.

“Who are you?”

The crowd, unaware of what was happening, thought it was some new game and continued to cheer.

Only the woman in red sobbed, “Deng Li, are you crazy? Be gentle! You’re going to kill me.”

A voice suddenly rang out in her mind.

“Ding ding ding! Congratulations, Host! You have successfully bound to the character Deng Li from the novel My Sister.”

A blue screen appeared in Deng Li’s mind, like an HD projection.

“Who are you?”

“Hello, Host. I am your system consultant for this mission.”

Before she could react, a shadowy figure appeared on the blue screen. From the silhouette, the girl was in a wheelchair.

A row of red text then appeared on the right side of the figure.

Your target for this mission: Song Chisui

Age: 20

Height: 162 cm

Astrological Sign: Scorpio…

Relationship: Your newlywed wife

Personality…

The system went on and on, but she interrupted it. “Wait, are you talking about the Song Chisui from My Sister?”

The system replied, “Yes, Host.”

Deng Li walked to the restroom, flipped down the toilet seat, and sat down, carefully recalling the novel she had read.

It was a poorly-written novel that told the story of a female protagonist who lost her parents and the use of her legs as a teenager. She relied on her mentally ill older sister. Since they owned a multi-billion dollar fortune, people naturally coveted their wealth and plotted to kill the two sisters. To protect herself and her sister, the young girl became incredibly malicious and started killing everyone who had ever bullied her and her sister, even those who hadn’t.

Song Chisui was born malevolent. She killed the butler who treated her like her own daughter, her closest girlfriend, her kind cousin…

In short, she was a complete and utter villain. Like Tomie? Or Yukiho Karasawa? Or the main character from Orphan? They were all on par with her.

“A born villain” was a perfect description for her.

And the first person Song Chisui harmed was Deng Li.

Once you’ve harmed someone, it becomes much easier to do it again.

Even though she was used to living a life on the edge, she still felt a chill run down her spine when she thought of Song Chisui’s sinister evil.

It was a day of heavy snowfall when the original Deng Li woke up in pain. A white piece of paper was placed in front of her, the glare making it hard to open her eyes. She looked up and met a pair of ruthless eyes, like those of a lone wolf on a snowy mountain.

Song Chisui spoke in a cold, eerie voice that didn’t match her age.

“Sign your fingerprint. You are voluntarily donating your kidney. Your death will be an accident, and when the police find you, there will be nothing left after the fish have eaten you.”

The original owner clutched her freshly-removed kidney, her face twisted in agony as she knelt and begged her, “Sui Sui, please, please spare my life. I’ll never dare to do anything again, Sui Sui.”

Before she could finish, two people held her down to press her fingerprints onto the paper, and then she was thrown into the ocean.

The young girl’s red lips curved slightly in the snowy light, looking very satisfied. “Go back.”

The tracks from the wheelchair in the snow were quickly covered by the heavy snowfall, as if no one had ever been there.

Deng Li took a deep breath. “I don’t want to be fish food!”

“Then you must win her over, and she will leave you a whole corpse. This way, you can go back.”

Deng Li analyzed the original owner’s situation. She was the daughter of a coal mine contractor in Shanxi. Due to jealousy and vanity, she pretended to be a rich second-generation heir. To maintain the facade, she tried to deceive Song Chisui. After successfully winning her over, she began to show her true colors and insult Song Chisui, which was what she did tonight…

“System, I just yelled at her and came out. I didn’t do anything else, did I?”

“You’ll know when you get home.”

“Then how do I win her over?”

As she spoke, red text automatically appeared in her mind.

Current Mission: Save the Black Moonlight Plan

Objective: Prevent the “black moonlight” from repeating her mistakes and increase her positive value.

Methods: …

“Why is this empty? How do I increase her positive value?”

The system stammered, “Cough, cough, there’s a problem. Let me fix it…”

Deng Li: “…”

“What can you give me?” Deng Li asked, her eyebrows furrowed in helplessness.

The system coughed again. “Honestly, this ‘positive value’ will become your account balance later. When it’s full, you’ll get 100 million RMB.”

Deng Li almost lost her balance. “100 million?”

At that moment, joy spread from the soles of her feet to her entire body.

Forget 100 million; even 50 million, 10 million, or 1 million would be enough for her to live on.

If it weren’t for money, who would take on missions? The one thing she had in common with the original owner was a lack of money, but she only wanted money to survive, and she earned it honestly.

“Okay.” The system wasn’t very flexible, but the conditions it offered were better than her own boss. “What’s your name?”

“I don’t have a name.”

“No name.” Deng Li rubbed her fingers together. “You gave me a chance at a new life and a way to get rich, so I’ll call you Money.”

The system trembled with excitement. “Good, good, good!”

“Money, where’s my home?”

An address appeared in her mind.

Deng Li walked through the dance floor filled with beautiful women. Along the way, several women gave her flirtatious looks, seeming to invite her. She was sweating profusely, but kept her head down and walked forward.

She returned to the booth, collected her new wedding suit, and gently brushed the dust off it.

Deng Li said, “Everyone, I’m heading back.”

As she walked out of the bar, three women followed her: the sweet girl, the motorcycle punk girl, and the woman in red.

She turned around, tilted her head slightly, pulled out a gold cigarette lighter with a Louvre frieze design, lit a cigarette, and blew a perfect smoke ring. “Why are you following me?”

She used an exaggerated tone and demeanor to maintain the character’s persona.

The woman in red cleared her throat, still a little scared, thinking Deng Li was about to hit her. But she was still attracted by her beautiful profile.

“Didn’t you hire us three to keep you company tonight? The money has already been paid…”

Pfft!

Deng Li awkwardly pinched the cigarette butt, frowning. “I miss my wife. You all can go home.” With that, she left the three women in shock and strode away.

Twenty minutes later, the black G-wagon stopped in front of a villa.

The night was pitch black, and all the lights were off. From a distance, the villa looked like a creepy vampire fortress. Deng Li got out of the car with a heavy heart.

“Madam is back,” the butler, Chunmei, immediately called out when she heard the movement. “Miss Song, Madam is back.”

Yes, she didn’t stay out tonight, so there was still a chance to fix everything.

Just as she sighed in relief, the lights flickered on. The large door creaked open like the chains of a soul reaper, and a wheelchair slid out.

In the faint light, a girl with skin so fair it seemed to glow sat in the wheelchair, wearing a white camellia tulle dress. Her legs were as delicate as brittle lotus roots, and her arms were long and slender. The wind blew her long, straight black hair, making her skirt flutter. She looked as if she could be blown away at any moment.

With her straight bangs, long black hair, and delicate, small face, she was a beautiful and fragile masterpiece, as if sculpted by a calm goddess. A true treasure of the world.

The only flaw was a walnut-sized bruise on her right eye, like the missing arms of the Venus de Milo statue.

Song Chisui’s eyes were fixed on her, filled with a sense of unparalleled sadness and resentment.

Deng Li’s breath caught, and the hairs on her arms stood up. “System, I didn’t do that, did I?”

“No, you did.”

Author’s Note:

Deng Li: Is there any hope for me?

Song Chisui: Just wait for your beating!