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

After the knife pierced her heart, Deng Li’s life came to an end.

A twisting pain spread from her chest to every limb and bone. Her five senses vanished in an instant, and everything sank into silence and darkness.

She did not know how much time had passed before a clamor rang beside her ears. The sound of the DJ onstage was deafening.

Deng Li curled her fingers and instinctively touched her chest. Through her shirt, she felt around once and sensed the steady thud of a heartbeat beneath her palm. She startled violently.

She was fine?

“Deng Li, it’s your turn. Don’t tell me you drank too much.”

“Hurry up and take off your shoe. I want to taste what a rich second-generation heir is like. I can’t wait anymore.”

“Don’t bother. Coming out on her wedding night—doesn’t that mean she despises the one at home for having useless legs and had to come out looking? Hahaha.”

Several people’s noisy voices rang beside her ears.

Deng Li’s head felt heavy and muddled, and her stomach churned as if she had eaten something terrible.

She slowly opened her eyes. As far as she could see, slender, pale legs were swaying back and forth in front of her. Under the ambiguous lighting, they looked enchanting in every way.

A woman suddenly crouched down. Her skin was fair, her features beautiful, and a glimpse of snow-white cleavage drew the eye. Red lips, red dress, red hair—she swayed with sensual allure.

The woman in red looked at her.

At that moment, Deng Li was dead drunk, lying on her back on the sofa. Even the loose suit pants could not hide her long, slender legs. Her shirt had been tugged out from her waistband, revealing a flat abdomen with sharply defined vest lines. She was one meter seventy-five, with long arms and long legs. Under the light, only the tall bridge of her nose stood out on her face. Her features were cool and refined, but the things she did were anything but clean-cut.

At this moment, her left arm was around a sweet-looking girl, while her right hand was holding a punk girl.

And a woman like this, standing somewhere between decent and dangerous, just so happened to have a certain kind of appeal.

The woman in red smiled and reached out to touch Deng Li’s calf.

“Miss Deng, I lost. I should drink.”

After saying that, her hand slid down along Deng Li’s calf. With a hook of her fingers, she slipped off Deng Li’s high heel, revealing a slender, pale foot. Veins crisscrossed beneath the tender white skin. The woman glanced at it, picked up a bottle of champagne from the side, and poured it into the black high heel.

Deng Li frowned. Only then did sensation gradually return to her body.

The people around them all began cheering.

“Drink! Drink! Drink!”

Deng Li looked left and right. On her left sat a cute little girl. On her right sprawled a biker girl with smoky makeup. The woman from earlier had tossed her high heel onto the floor and was now bending down, about to rub her snow-white upper body against Deng Li’s sole.

There was a plot!

By instinct, she shoved hard. The woman in red immediately fell to her knees.

Then Deng Li shot upright, flung off the two people in her arms, and used a grappling move to seize the woman in red by the throat, pressing her head down against the coffee table.

“Who are you?”

The others had no idea what was happening. They thought this was some new way to play and began making even more noise.

Only the woman in red sobbed tearfully.

“Deng Li, are you insane? Be gentler. You’re going to kill me.”

A voice suddenly rang in her mind.

“Ring, ring, ring. Congratulations, Host. You have successfully bound yourself to the character Deng Li from the novel Sister.”

A blue screen appeared in Deng Li’s mind, like a high-definition image.

“And who are you?”

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

Before she could react, a human-shaped shadow appeared on the blue screen. Judging from the silhouette, it was a girl sitting in a wheelchair.

At the same time, a row of red text appeared to the right of the figure.

Your target this time: Song Chisui

Age: 20

Height: 162 cm

Zodiac sign: Scorpio…

Relationship: Your newlywed wife

Personality…

The system continued explaining, paying no mind to whether she lived or died. Deng Li interrupted it.

“Wait. You’re talking about that Song Chisui from Sister?”

System: “That’s right, Host.”

Deng Li went to the restroom, flipped down the toilet lid, and sat on it, carefully recalling that novel she had once read.

It was an unfinished novel. It told the story of a female lead who lost her parents and both legs in her youth, then depended on her mentally ill older sister for survival. The two of them possessed assets worth tens of billions, so the people around them naturally eyed them like prey, all trying every possible way to kill the sisters. In order to protect herself and her sister, the young girl’s personality became extremely dark and vicious. She killed every person who had bullied her and her sister, and even those who had never bullied them at all.

Song Chisui was naturally malicious. She killed the housekeeper who had treated her like her own child, the best friend with whom she had talked about everything, the cousin who had still been fairly good to her…

In short, she was a complete and utter villainess. A villainess among villainesses. Tomie? Karasawa Yukiho? Or the female lead from Orphan? She was on par with all of them…

It would not be strange at all to call her rotten to the core from birth.

And the first person Song Chisui harmed was Deng Li.

When it came to harming others, once one had done it the first time, it became much easier later on.

Although Deng Li was used to living a life of licking blood from blades, when she remembered the other woman’s sinister malice, a chill still crawled up her spine.

It had been a day with heavy snow flying everywhere. The original Deng Li woke up in pain. A sheet of white paper lay before her, so glaringly bright that she could barely open her eyes. When she raised her head, she met a pair of fierce eyes like those of a lone wolf on a snowy mountain.

Song Chisui spoke in a cold, eerie tone that did not match her age.

“Press your fingerprint on it. You volunteered to donate your kidney. Your death was also caused by an accident. By the time the police find you, the fish will already have eaten you until nothing is left.”

The original owner clutched the place where her kidney had just been cut out. Her features twisted as she knelt and begged.

“Suisui, please, please spare my life. I’ll never dare do it again. Suisui.”

Before she could finish speaking, people on both sides held her down and forced her to leave her fingerprint. Then she was thrown into the sea.

The young girl’s rosy lips curved faintly in the snowy light, looking extremely satisfied.

“Let’s go back.”

The traces left by the wheelchair as it pressed over the snow were soon buried by the heavy snowfall, as if no one had ever come.

Deng Li sucked in a sharp breath of cold air.

“I don’t want to become fish food!”

“Then please capture her heart and make her leave you with an intact corpse. That way, you’ll be able to go back.”

Deng Li analyzed the original owner’s situation. She was the daughter of a contractor at a coal mine somewhere in Shanxi. Because she was vain and jealous, she had pretended to be a fake rich second-generation heir. In order to maintain her persona as a rich second-generation heir, she had actually thought of deceiving Song Chisui. After tricking Song Chisui into her hands, she had begun changing her face and verbally abusing Song Chisui. In other words, those were the fine deeds she had done tonight…

“System, I only cursed at her and then came out, right? I didn’t do anything else, did I?”

“You’ll know once you get home.”

“Then how am I supposed to capture her heart?”

After she said that, red words automatically appeared in her mind.

Current Mission: Save the Dark Moonlight Plan

Objective: Prevent the dark moonlight from repeating the same mistakes and increase positive value.

Method: …

“Why is this part missing? How am I supposed to increase positive value?”

The system said in a trembling voice, “Ahem, ahem, ahem. There’s been a bit of a problem. Let me repair it first…”

Deng Li: “…”

“May I ask what you can give me?” Deng Li pressed her brows down slightly, feeling somewhat helpless.

System: “Ahem. To be honest, this positive value will become the funds in your account in the future. Once the amount is full, you will have one hundred million RMB.”

Deng Li nearly failed to stand steady.

“One hundred million?”

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

Forget one hundred million. Even half of that, ten million, or one million would be enough for her to live on.

If not for the sake of survival, who would do missions? The one thing she had in common with the original owner was that they both lacked money. The difference was that Deng Li only wanted money to survive, and she obtained it through proper means.

“Fine.”

Although this system did not seem particularly useful, the conditions it offered were even better than her boss’s.

“What’s your name?”

“I don’t have a name.”

“No name?”

Deng Li rubbed her fingers together.

“You gave me a chance to be reborn and even gave me a path to wealth. I’ll call you Youqian.”

The system trembled excitedly.

“Okay, okay, okay.”

“Youqian, may I ask where my home is?”

An address popped up in her mind.

Deng Li passed through the dance floor full of beautiful women. On the way, several women even threw flirtatious looks at her, as if inviting her over. She broke out in a cold sweat and walked forward with her head lowered.

With a calm expression, she returned to the booth and glanced at the newlywed suit lying off to the side. She bent down, picked it up, and gently brushed the dust from it.

Deng Li called out, “Everyone, I’m heading back first.”

After she walked out of the bar, three women followed behind her. She had memories of them: one was the sweet girl, one was the biker girl, and the last was the woman in red.

She turned around, tilted her head slightly upward, and reached out to touch a golden lighter shaped like a Louvre relief. She held a cigarette between her fingers, took a drag, and exhaled a ring of smoke.

“Why are you following me?”

In order to maintain her persona, she made her tone and actions as flamboyant as possible.

The woman in red cleared her throat. She was still a little afraid. Anyone who did not know better would think Deng Li had been about to hit someone. But when she looked at Deng Li’s beautiful profile, she was still drawn in.

“Weren’t you the one who ordered the three of us to accompany you today? You’ve already paid, too…”

Pfft!

Deng Li awkwardly pinched the cigarette between her fingers, her brows furrowing slightly.

“I miss my wife. All of you go back.”

After saying that, she left the three shocked women behind and strode away.

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

Once night fell, everything turned pitch-black. All the lights were dark. From a distance, the villa ahead looked as gloomy and terrifying as a vampire’s fortress. Deng Li got out of the car with complicated feelings.

“Madam is back.”

Hearing movement, the housekeeper Chunmei immediately called out, “Miss Song, Madam is back.”

That was right. She had not stayed out tonight. Everything could still be salvaged.

Just as she let out a breath of relief, the lights snapped on with a click. The front door creaked open, sounding like the soul-binding chains in the hands of the Black and White Impermanence. Immediately after, a wheelchair rolled out.

Under the light and shadow, a girl so pale she seemed to reflect light sat in the wheelchair. She wore a white camellia puff dress. Her legs were like fragile sections of lotus root, and her arms were slender and long. When the wind blew, it lifted her long, straight black hair, and the hem of her dress fluttered. She looked as if one gust could knock her over.

Straight bangs, long black hair, a small and pitiful face—she was beautiful and exquisite, like a masterpiece Nüwa had carved with the utmost care. She was truly one of the world’s treasures.

The only flaw in that beauty was the bruise on her right eye, the size of a walnut. It was like the broken arm of the Venus de Milo.

At that moment, Song Chisui stared straight at her, her gaze carrying a peerless grief and resentment.

Deng Li’s breath caught, and every hair on her body stood on end.

“System, I’m not the one who hit her, right?”

“No. You are the one who hit her.”

Author’s Note:

Deng Li: Can I still be saved?

Song Chisui: Just wait to get beaten up!

I’m here! This time, it’s older-sister gong. I revised it a little, but the original plot hasn’t changed.