After Transmigrating into the Scum Wife of a Disabled Black Moonlight (GL) - Chapter 12

Song Chisui’s face was sullen but calm, showing no fear at all. She gently twisted the ring in her palm, and she slightly lifted her head, her face perfectly aligned with the light streaming through the window cracks.

Her nose was small and straight, and her red lips were slightly parted. “Could you please let us go?”

When she said this, her eyes suddenly changed, with a glint of pleading.

Let us go, please hurry and let us go. Please!

Deng Li was secretly begging in the corner.

Do you know who you’ve offended, Song Chisui? Are you crazy? When you ask that, your death is near.

She remembered in the novel, when Song Chisui was on her period, she begged Deng Li with tears in her eyes, “Please, let me go.”

Deng Li just laughed. “Let you go? That would be no fun.”

The original owner was probably a pervert. Not only did she like to bully people, but she also took advantage of them during such a vulnerable time. She deserves to die. Psh.

As she was thinking, she suddenly remembered that she was the Deng Li she was just talking about. She shivered. I’ll let them go. I’ll definitely let them go.

At this moment, Deng Chengxia held the bottle in one hand, disgustingly wrapping the mouth of the bottle with a tissue. She shook the half-full bottle of liquid inside, grinning at Song Chisui. “Oh, the rich miss knows how to beg.”

She walked back and forth in front of her, her eyes looking down on her with contempt. “You finally realized that even though your family is wealthy, you have no one to rely on. Even if something bad happens, you can only swallow your pride.”

She crouched down, her legs spread, to be at eye level with Song Chisui.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. What a pretty face. It’s a shame she’s a cripple, hahahaha.”

Song Chisui watched her laugh. Her lips were slightly pursed, her long eyelashes lowered, and her voice was colder than before. “Is there really no chance?”

Her beautiful hand caressed the ruby ring. In the crack of light, it shined like blood.

“A chance?” Deng Chengxia raised her voice. “Who gives me a chance? Did you all give me a chance? I was in the classroom being laughed at. Did you give me a chance?”

Qingshui was crying on the floor. “You were the one who started bullying others. I don’t understand why you’re so against us.”

“Do I need a reason to hate you?” Deng Chengxia couldn’t say why. Maybe she was jealous of Song Chisui’s beauty. Maybe she was jealous that a cripple like Song Chisui could still have friends, the school hunk’s affection, and the teacher’s love. She was jealous.

With that thought, she couldn’t hold back anymore and handed the bottle to Qingshui. “You feed it to her.”

Qingshui’s eyes widened. Her hands trembled. She looked up and met Song Chisui’s face.

“No, don’t.”

“You two have to drink it.” Deng Chengxia crossed her arms and told the two guys next to her to help her. They dragged Qingshui in front of Song Chisui.

She shook her head. “No, no.” Qingshui threw the bottle out the window. The mouth of the bottle tilted, and a few drops splashed on Deng Chengxia’s face.

She wiped her face in terror. “Ah! Kill them both!”

Deng Li was watching from the side. The reason she didn’t step in was that she knew there was a hero-saves-the-damsel part in the story, and she knew the two of them would be fine.

Jian Qiuyu saves the little dark flower, and Song Chisui falls for her first love.

But Deng Chengxia was too ruthless. With just one slap, Qingshui’s face was already red.

Damn it!

When Deng Li reacted, Song Chisui was also pushed to the ground. She fell with a thud, lying face down on the floor, her eyes looking up with disgust.

Deng Chengxia stood in front of her, her pupils gradually widening. “Song Chisui, go to hell.”

Deng Li glanced at the fish balls in her hand, feeling suspicious. “Why isn’t Jian Qiuyu here yet?”

She looked at the other hallway, but there was still no movement.

She quickly pulled out the bamboo skewer, holding it tightly in her hand, ready to strike.

Just then, the system sent a warning.

[Warning, warning! Host, you cannot interfere with the original plot. You cannot disrupt the original path of the NPCs, nor can you develop feelings for the NPCs, whether it’s sympathy, friendship, or love…]

So noisy!

Deng Li cursed the system in her mind. Just as she was about to act, she waved her right hand. The bamboo skewer flew out like a blade, making a swoosh sound that cut through the silence. It stuck in Deng Chengxia’s hair.

Deng Chengxia took a breath, her eyes looking up at it.

The two guys also quieted down, huddling together.

Everyone looked at the direction the skewer came from. The autumn wind was slightly chilly, making them all shiver.

“Is it a ghost?” one of the guys asked.

Deng Chengxia was so scared that she backed away, her face pale. Large beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. Her voice trembled. “What ghost? That’s just superstition.”

Deng Chengxia pulled out the skewer, her chest heaving. “Someone is definitely playing a trick on us.”

“You two, go check it out.”

The two guys looked at each other, both too scared to go forward.

Song Chisui was lying on the ground. Her crystalline eyes stared at the corner. Her eyelashes fluttered, and she told an ancient story in a cold voice. “This building was abandoned because a student jumped from it a long time ago…”

Deng Chengxia said, “Psh. Don’t think that’ll make me let you go.”

She crouched down and pressed the skewer against Song Chisui’s cheek. “Do you believe I’ll scar your pretty face?”

The system said, “See? You’ve put her in danger.” It kept chirping. “What should we do?”

Heh, danger?

The danger is Deng Chengxia. I would never put my owner in danger.

Just as she thought that, Deng Li quickly tore off a button from her sleeve. She squeezed it between her thumb and forefinger and spun it in a circle to gather force. She threw it with lightning speed.

She had been practicing this “petal-dart” move for a long time. She could even hurt someone with a fallen leaf, let alone a button.

The button hit the back of Deng Chengxia’s hand. She immediately flinched, staring in fear at the ruined, dark old building.

A cold wind blew in, making a howling sound.

She suddenly felt weak in her hands and feet, trembling. “It’s a ghost! A ghost!”

The three of them scrambled away in fear, leaving Qingshui and Song Chisui behind.

Qingshui’s hands were tied. She slowly crawled toward Song Chisui. “Sui Sui, help me untie myself. I’ll carry you up.”

Song Chisui seemed not to hear her. Her expression was full of doubt. Her ice-like eyes looked down the dark hallway.

“Sui Sui.”

Qingshui turned her head and called out to her twice.

Song Chisui finally came to her senses. “Okay.”

Deng Li leaned against the wall, rubbing her sleeve, arguing with the system in her mind.

“Where is Jian Qiuyu?”

“I don’t know.”

“In the original story, didn’t Jian Qiuyu rush in and save Song Chisui? Why isn’t she here yet? You don’t want me to save her, you just want to watch her get bullied, right?”

“Cough, cough. You seem to care a lot about her. Did you forget how she killed you?”

…

That’s true, but Song Chisui hasn’t killed her yet, and she hasn’t done anything wrong either, right? Maybe she’ll change her mind in the future.

The system said helplessly, “She’s an NPC in the book. She has her own path to walk, and you have yours. If you insist on changing it, it might affect your future fate.”

Deng Li scoffed. “My fate has never been good.”

System: “See? Now that Jian Qiuyu isn’t here, Song Chisui won’t have her fated first love. No one will lead her out of the darkness and light up her world. Who knows how the story will develop now.”

Deng Li: “That’s on me. The plot is all different now.”

Just as she spoke, she heard hurried footsteps from the other side.

Qingshui’s hands trembled in fear. “Sui Sui, are you done?”

Song Chisui was weak. The rope was tied tightly. She couldn’t get it loose. After a long time, she only managed to untie a small bit.

“Sui Sui, the bad guys are coming back.”

In a moment, a pair of long, slender legs stood in front of them.

Qingshui’s face was pale.

“Tea… Teacher.”

Jian Qiuyu’s eyes widened. She quickly knelt down. “What happened?”

She untied Qingshui’s hands and looked at Song Chisui with concern. “Chisui.”

Song Chisui said weakly, “Teacher Jian.”

Jian Qiuyu went to her side, put her hands under her armpits, and picked her up. “Be careful.”

From Deng Li’s perspective, at this moment, Song Chisui was looking at Jian Qiuyu with deep affection. The corners of her mouth were slightly smiling, and even her coughs were weaker than usual.

“Are you okay?”

After she was settled, Jian Qiuyu reached out and patted the dirt off her clothes, her expression gradually becoming serious. “Who did this?”

Song Chisui looked down. Her nose wrinkled slightly, and tears seemed to be about to fall.

Qingshui went to her. “Teacher, it was Deng Chengxia. It’s a good thing you came early. She forced us to drink something dirty and pushed Sui Sui to the ground.”

Jian Qiuyu’s brow furrowed. She looked at the quiet Song Chisui. “Is that true?”

Song Chisui coughed weakly, her index finger covering her thin, red lips, looking pitiful. She didn’t say anything, only nodded.

“How dare she!” Jian Qiuyu clenched her fist and gritted her teeth.

Deng Li finally breathed a sigh of relief. The person was here, and looking at Song Chisui’s eyes, it was clear she was smitten with her first love. This was a happy event.

“See? I didn’t change the original plot.”

The system shivered. “I guess so.”

She clapped her hands and left the hallway. She felt like a knight from a poem by Li Bai: a job well done, she just walked away, her name and face unknown.

Song Chisui was staring at the figure that had just disappeared into the shadows, deep in thought.

Jian Qiuyu was close. Her gentle, large hand gently cupped her cheek, her breath coming close. “Chisui, are you hurt anywhere?” The tone of her voice was very intimate and close, her hot breath tickling Song Chisui’s ear.

Song Chisui felt that the distance was too close. She pulled her shoulder back, pushing the large hand away from her cheek. Her eyelashes fluttered. “I’m fine. Qingshui is more seriously injured.”

Jian Qiuyu’s hand trembled slightly and she quickly moved it away from Song Chisui’s face. “I’m sorry, I was too anxious.”

With that, she turned to look at Qingshui.

The strange atmosphere dissipated. Song Chisui took a deep breath. As she was about to exhale, she saw a white button lying on the ground.

Her brow furrowed. She reached out with her fair fingers and picked it up.

The material was mother-of-pearl, the size of a fingernail, with two holes. It felt high-end. She had seen it somewhere before.

She brought it closer and smelled it. The scent had a stable, woody aroma.

Author’s Note:

Deng Li: Song Chisui must be in love with her first love now.

Song Chisui: Who’s spreading rumors?