After Transmigrating into the Scum Wife of a Disabled Black Moonlight (GL) - Chapter 14

For a moment, Song Chisui looked like an abandoned child. She was questioning her parent, asking why she wasn’t properly protected.

Deng Li slowly tore open the sandwich wrapper, handed it to her, and patiently answered her question.

“I went to play with Tiantian.”

“Is that so?”

Song Chisui turned her head, rejecting the food she was offering. “I’m not hungry.”

Deng Li crouched down, meeting her gaze. “Xiao Sui, it’s my fault you got so hurt. I’ll protect you better from now on… Hurry and eat. You haven’t eaten all day.”

Song Chisui frowned and glanced at her. “Where did you play with Miss Duan?”

Deng Li: “In the city.”

Song Chisui’s eyelashes trembled. “You were in the city, but you got here so fast after Teacher Jian called you?”

Deng Li’s pupils constricted. This kid’s mind was terrifyingly detailed.

“Okay, fine. I was secretly watching you the whole time.”

“Oh?”

“I saw that you hadn’t eaten all day, so I went to get you something. I didn’t expect you to disappear when I turned my head. I was looking for you when I got a call from Teacher Jian. It’s a good thing she went to save you. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unthinkable.”

Song Chisui couldn’t find any flaws in the story. Besides, if Deng Li had saved her, she would have jumped out to take credit, just like last time. There was no reason for her to lie.

But if it wasn’t Deng Li, who else would have secretly saved her?

Song Chisui stopped asking. “Let’s go home.”

Deng Li was persistent. “Have something to eat to fill your stomach.”

But the little kid wouldn’t listen. She pressed the button, and the wheelchair rolled away, like a proud, lone wolf.

Back at home, the first thing Song Chisui did was take a bath to wash off the day’s grime.

She soaked for a while. Her slender, jade-like hands reached out of the water and held onto the edge of the bathtub to sit up. She gathered her hair in front of her, covering her delicate chest.

Water droplets slid down her skin like pearls rolling down silk.

Chunmei couldn’t help but take a second look. The twenty-year-old Song Chisui had grown up a lot. Some parts of her were no longer barren and were full of life.

It reflected in the bathtub, shimmering with springtime.

If this girl wasn’t disabled, what kind of good family couldn’t she marry into? But…

She couldn’t help but sigh. Was living like this really worth it?

Song Chisui held the button in her hand, examining it carefully.

“Auntie Chunmei, have you ever seen this kind of button?”

Chunmei paused, then took it. “I think I’ve seen it somewhere.”

Song Chisui: “On a family member’s clothes?”

Chunmei: “This kind of button is rare, but it’s common in wealthy families. Why?”

Song Chisui lowered her arm. “Nothing, just curious.”

After her bath, Song Chisui went to the dining table. Deng Li was already there, waiting.

She pulled out Song Chisui’s chair and walked toward her with a smile.

“Xiao Sui, I’ll carry you.”

…

Song Chisui hesitated. Deng Li was about to do something perverted again.

The butler was watching, so she couldn’t refuse. And she couldn’t use her silver needle on her.

Before she could resist, Deng Li’s broad chest was close to her. The air was stuffy, with the scent of sandalwood mixed with a faint hint of sweat.

This scent was very familiar. It was the same as the button’s smell. Or maybe the button was from Deng Li all along.

Her legs were lifted by a hot palm. Her body felt light. She could feel the other person’s fingertips intentionally and unintentionally rubbing her skin where she couldn’t see.

Pervert.

She glared at Deng Li, her brows furrowed.

Deng Li felt her piercing gaze. She took a sharp breath, baring her white teeth in a smile.

Just before she got herself assassinated, she put her down in the chair.

Why is my mission so perverted? It requires skin-to-skin contact.

This was the most vulgar mission in the history of transmigrating into books.

All her self-proclaimed virtues of being upright, cheerful, and pure were corrupted by the system.

The system seemed to have read her dissatisfaction and immediately flashed a series of red numbers: “Host, you’re one step closer to your little goal of 100 million.”

It was terrified that the host would quit the mission one day.

Deng Li’s spirits lifted, and she was instantly radiant. It’s just a perverted mission. I can do it.

Besides, Song Chisui was beautiful and magnificent, a soft and fragrant girl. A girl and a girl could just have a pure friendship.

Thinking this way made it much better. She propped her chin on her hand, and couldn’t help but look at Song Chisui.

The other person was eating. She seemed to feel the burning gaze and became wary again. “Aren’t you going to eat?”

“Ah, I will.”

“Oh, right, Xiao Sui. I got you a day off tomorrow.”

Song Chisui’s ear twitched. She stared at her in a daze. “Why?”

Why? Why else? Because tomorrow was the day Song Chisui was going to find someone to take care of Deng Chengxia, and she didn’t want the tragedy to repeat itself.

She furrowed her eyebrows and reached out to touch her neck.

Song Chisui leaned back, but the warm hand held her neck tightly. The slightly rough voice was gentle. “Don’t move.”

She took a breath. Deng Li’s face was very close. She was looking at her neck and cheek. Her breath was hot, washing over her neck. She tightened her lips, instinctively resisting.

If no one was around, she believed Deng Li could just snap her neck with one hand.

The hand moved on the back of her neck. Her fingers were scorching hot, making her scalp tingle.

She protested by pulling her neck back.

“Don’t move. I’m just checking to see if you’re okay after the fall.” Deng Li turned her face, her nose and exquisite jawline facing her.

Song Chisui held her breath. “I don’t need you to.”

“I’ve made an appointment with a doctor for you tomorrow. You’ll get a full check-up to see if there’s any bruising.”

Deng Li let go and moved back.

“See a doctor?” Song Chisui’s eyes flickered, showing a faint light that quickly dimmed.

“I’m fine.”

For a second, Deng Li felt like she saw a blooming camellia, but it was a flash in the pan. It quickly withered and its petals shriveled up, as if all the moisture had been sucked out.

Deng Li’s fingers dropped. As if nothing had happened, she picked up her spoon and quietly ate a spoonful of pumpkin soup.

The doorbell rang. Chunmei went to answer it and came back quickly.

She was holding a white shirt.

“Madam, the tailor shop sent this. They said it’s your shirt.”

“That was fast.”

Deng Li stood up, took the shirt, and shook it out, checking it carefully.

“It’s so clean.”

Song Chisui’s eyes were fixed on the sparkling white button on the shirt.

After checking it, Deng Li handed the shirt to Chunmei to hang up and went back to her meal.

She vaguely felt a gaze on her and looked up to meet Song Chisui’s slightly surprised eyes. “Is that…?”

She understood. “You mean the shirt? It got dirty during the day, so I took it to the laundry.”

“How did it get dirty?”

“I spilled milk on it.”

Deng Li lied shamelessly. “Why do you ask?”

Song Chisui was naturally suspicious. Does she think I was messing around with a woman and left a shirt behind? Is that why she’s questioning me? It was possible. She remembered that in the original book, after Deng Li messed around, a woman came to Song Chisui, flaunting a pair of her red underwear.

“Your wife has great core and arm strength. I’m very satisfied.”

With that, she provocatively dangled the underwear and handed it to her. “This is hers. Please return it to her.”

Tsk, tsk, tsk. If she remembered correctly, that mistress died a miserable death. She heard that when she died, all she had left was a pair of red underwear.

She shivered. Her eyelashes fluttered as she looked at Song Chisui with an innocent expression. “Don’t you believe me?”

Deng Li’s eyes were filled with doubt. The next second, she lowered her eyelashes and gently put down her spoon. She turned her wheelchair in a cool manner and headed toward the elevator. “I’m full. I’m going to rest now.”

She must have believed me.

When Song Chisui got to the second floor, she followed Chunmei and called out to her softly. “Auntie Chunmei.”

Chunmei was walking over anyway. She saw the look on her face and knew something was up. She lowered her head nervously and said softly, “Miss.”

“Where did you hang the shirt?”

“In the cabinet on the right, on the first shelf.”

Why would she suddenly ask about the shirt? Is she trying to catch her?

She whispered, “Miss, I checked. There are no lipstick marks on it.”

“Cough, cough.” Song Chisui was embarrassed. “That’s not what I meant. You can go now.”

She held the button in her hand and slowly walked to the closet.

The style and cut of the white shirt were indeed the same as the one Deng Li wore during the day.

She counted the buttons. None were missing.

Hmph. It was just re-sewn.

Author’s Note:

Song Chisui: Hmph, a little trick.