Chapter 14
For one brief moment, Song Chisui’s expression looked like that of an abandoned child questioning her guardian, asking why they had not protected her properly.
Deng Li slowly tore open the sandwich wrapper. After handing it to her, she patiently answered her question.
“I went to play with Tiantian.”
“Is that so?”
Song Chisui turned her head aside, refusing the food Deng Li handed over.
“I’m not hungry.”
Deng Li crouched down and looked at her at eye level.
“Xiao Sui, it’s all my fault for letting you suffer such a huge fright. In the future, I’ll protect you properly… Now hurry and eat. You haven’t eaten anything all day.”
Song Chisui furrowed her brows and glanced at her.
“Where did you and Miss Duan go to play?”
Deng Li said, “In the city.”
Song Chisui’s lashes trembled faintly.
“You were in the city, Teacher Jian called you, and you came so quickly?”
Deng Li’s pupils trembled. The child’s mind was terrifyingly meticulous.
“All right. Actually, I was secretly watching you the whole time.”
“Mm?”
“I saw that you hadn’t eaten all day, so I went to buy you something. I didn’t expect that the moment I turned around, you would disappear. I searched for you for a while, then received Teacher Jian’s call. Luckily, she rushed over and saved you. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.”
Song Chisui could not hear any flaws in her words. Besides, with someone like Deng Li, if she had saved her, she would definitely jump out and claim credit, just like last time. She had no reason to hide it from her.
But if it was not Deng Li, then who had secretly saved her?
Song Chisui stopped questioning her.
“Let’s go home.”
Deng Li persisted.
“Eat something to fill your stomach first.”
When would this little brat ever listen? Song Chisui simply pressed the switch with style and drove the wheelchair away, like a proud lone wolf.
After returning home, the first thing Song Chisui did was bathe, washing away the filth of the day.
She soaked for a while. Her slender jade-like hand reached out from the water, supporting herself against the bathtub as she sat up. She gathered the hair behind her to the front, covering the faintly visible snowy softness of her chest.
Water droplets slid down her skin like pearls rolling over silk.
Chunmei could not help glancing one more time. At twenty years old, Song Chisui had grown quite a lot. Certain parts of her had long since escaped barrenness and become full of life.
Reflected in the bathtub, it rippled with countless hints of spring.
If a girl like this were not disabled, what kind of good family would she not be worthy of? And yet…
Chunmei could not bear it and sighed. Was there really any meaning in living like this?
Song Chisui raised the button in her hand and examined it carefully.
“Aunt Chunmei, have you seen this kind of button before?”
Chunmei paused, then reached out and took it.
“I feel like I’ve seen it somewhere.”
Song Chisui asked, “On someone’s clothes at home?”
Chunmei said, “Although this kind of button is rather rare, it’s still common in wealthy households. Why?”
Song Chisui lowered her arm.
“Nothing. I was just curious.”
After bathing, Song Chisui prepared to eat, while Deng Li was already waiting at the dining table.
She pulled out Song Chisui’s chair, then walked toward her with a smile.
“Xiao Sui, I’ll carry you.”
“…”
Song Chisui hesitated for a moment. Deng Li was about to do something perverted again.
The housekeeper was watching, so it would be difficult for her to refuse, and even more difficult for her to use the silver needle against her.
Before she could resist, a broad chest leaned toward her, close and narrow, the scent of agarwood carrying a faint trace of sweat.
This scent was very familiar. It was clearly the scent on the button. Or rather, put another way, the button clearly belonged to Deng Li.
Her legs were lifted by a scorching palm, and her body became light. Somewhere she could not see, she could feel the other woman intentionally or unintentionally rubbing her skin with her fingertips.
Pervert.
She glared at Deng Li and pressed her brows down hard.
Deng Li felt that needle-like gaze and immediately sucked in a breath of cold air, flashing a white-toothed smile at her.
Before she could be assassinated, she quickly placed Song Chisui into her seat.
Who told her this mission to be so perverted? It insisted on skin-to-skin contact.
This was simply the most vulgar mission in transmigration history.
Her self-proclaimed upright, sunny, pure, and beautiful moral character had all been ruined by the system.
As if reading her dissatisfaction, the system immediately popped out a string of red numbers.
“Host, you’re one step closer to that small goal of one hundred million.”
It was very afraid. It feared that one day, while working, the host would simply pack up and run away.
Deng Li’s spirits lifted, and she instantly looked radiant.
Wasn’t it just a perverted mission? She could do it again.
Besides, Song Chisui was gorgeous and magnificent, a soft, fragrant girl. Between girls, it was simply pure friendship.
Thinking about it that way made things much better. Deng Li propped her chin in her hand and could not help looking toward Song Chisui.
The other party was eating. Seeming to sense that scorching gaze, she grew wary again.
“Aren’t you going to eat?”
“Ah, I am.”
“Oh, right, Xiao Sui. I asked for a day off for you tomorrow.”
Song Chisui’s ear twitched. She stared at her blankly.
“Why?”
Why? What why? Because tomorrow was the day Song Chisui would find someone to deal with Deng Chengxia. Of course Deng Li did not want the tragedy to repeat itself.
She lowered her brows and reached toward Song Chisui’s neck.
Song Chisui leaned back, but that warm hand firmly held the back of her neck. Deng Li’s slightly rough voice softened.
“Don’t move.”
Song Chisui drew in a breath. Deng Li’s face was close at hand, staring at her neck and cheeks. Her breath was scorching, pouring into Song Chisui’s neck in waves. Song Chisui pressed her thin lips together, instinctively resisting.
If no one were around, she believed Deng Li could snap her neck with one hand.
That hand moved along the back of her neck, the fingertips burning hot, making her scalp go numb.
She shrank her neck in protest.
“Don’t move. I’m checking. Looks like nothing got injured from the fall.”
Deng Li turned slightly, her nose bridge and delicate jawline facing her.
Song Chisui held her breath.
“I don’t need you to manage me.”
“I called a doctor for tomorrow to give you a full checkup and see whether there’s bruising anywhere.”
Deng Li released her hand and leaned back.
“See a doctor?”
Song Chisui’s gaze flickered, glowing faintly. Only, that glow was very dim and soon darkened again.
“I’m fine.”
For one second, Deng Li seemed to see a blooming camellia, but it was like an epiphyllum flower—appearing only for an instant before withering, drooping, its petals shriveled, as if all moisture had been drained from it.
Deng Li’s fingers dropped. As if nothing had happened, she picked up a spoon, scooped a spoonful of pumpkin soup, and quietly ate.
The doorbell rang. Chunmei immediately went to receive the visitor and soon returned.
When she came back, she was holding a white shirt.
“Madam, the tailor shop sent this over. They said it’s your clothes.”
“That fast?”
Deng Li stood, took the shirt, then shook it open and carefully checked it over.
“So clean.”
Song Chisui’s gaze fixed on that white shirt, and on the gleaming white buttons.
After checking it, Deng Li casually handed the shirt to Chunmei and asked her to hang it up, then lowered her head and continued eating.
She faintly felt a gaze staring at her. Deng Li raised her head and met Song Chisui’s slightly surprised eyes.
“That is?”
Deng Li understood.
“You mean the shirt? It got dirty during the day, so I took it to a laundry shop to wash.”
“How did it get dirty?”
“I was drinking milk and accidentally got some on it.”
Deng Li lied without the slightest shame.
“What’s wrong?”
Was Song Chisui naturally suspicious enough to think that she had fooled around with some woman outside and left behind a shirt, so now she was questioning her step by step? But that was not impossible. She remembered that in the original book, after Deng Li messed around outside, a woman had taken Deng Li’s red underwear and flaunted it in front of Song Chisui.
“Your wife has very good waist-and-abdomen ability and arm strength. I’m very satisfied.”
After saying that, she hooked out the underwear provocatively and handed it to Song Chisui.
“This is hers. Please pass it along for me.”
Tsk, tsk, tsk. If Deng Li remembered correctly, that mistress—or fourth, fifth, or sixth woman—also died quite miserably. She heard that when the woman died, the only thing left on her whole body was that red underwear.
Deng Li shivered, her lashes trembling as she looked at Song Chisui with an innocent face.
“You don’t believe me?”
Suspicion flickered in Song Chisui’s eyes. The next second, she lowered her lashes and gently set down her spoon. Cold and aloof, she turned her wheelchair toward the elevator.
“I’m done eating. I’ll go rest first.”
She probably believed her.
Song Chisui reached the second floor and followed Chunmei’s figure upstairs, calling her softly.
“Aunt Chunmei.”
Chunmei happened to be walking past. Seeing her expression, she knew something was wrong. She nervously lowered her head and said quietly, “Miss.”
“Where was the shirt hung?”
“In the first cabinet on the right.”
Why would she suddenly ask about the shirt? Was she trying to catch evidence of an affair?
She whispered, “Miss, I checked it. There weren’t any lipstick marks on it.”
“Ahem, ahem.”
Song Chisui was embarrassed.
“That’s not what I meant. Go take care of your work.”
She held the button in her palm and slowly headed toward the wardrobe.
The style and cut of the white shirt were indeed exactly what Deng Li had worn during the day.
She counted the buttons.
None were missing.
Hmph. It had merely been sewn back on.
Author’s Note:
Song Chisui: Hmph. Such a little trick.
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