After Transmigrating into the Scum Wife of a Disabled Black Moonlight (GL) - Chapter 18

Her heart was pounding. She couldn’t control her panic.

Could it be that in just a few short hours, Song Chisui went out and took care of someone?

She couldn’t sort out her anxiety right away. She asked anxiously, “Teacher Jian, what happened to her?”

Jian Qiuyu paused for a moment. “Wait a second. I’ll send you the photos from the school’s flyers.”

A moment later, she received a message from Jian Qiuyu.

There were two pictures. One was of a crowd of people gathered in the small plaza, and the other was a photo of Deng Chengxia.

Her mouth was stuffed with a cloth. Her face was covered with wet hair. Her shirt had been ripped off, and her skirt was at her calves, like a defeated flower with its petals scattered everywhere. She was tied with a thumb-sized rope, and her skin was covered in bright red marks.

It was exactly as it was in the original novel!

A chill ran down Deng Li’s spine, as if someone was staring at her with a murderous gaze from an unknown corner behind her.

Did I still fail to stop her?

Jian Qiuyu: “Miss Deng, is Xiao Sui okay?”

Deng Li’s eyes twitched. “She’s fine.”

She clenched her fist slightly. “Teacher Jian, do you know who the culprit is?”

Jian Qiuyu: “I don’t know. There’s no surveillance in the school plaza either. I don’t know who posted the pictures. When I asked Deng Chengxia, her family refused to communicate. Deng Chengxia is in the hospital now and is also refusing all communication.”

Deng Li: “What about the police? What did they say?”

Jian Qiuyu: “The police? Deng Chengxia didn’t call them.”

Deng Li was silent for a moment. She remembered that in the original novel, the same thing happened. She was bullied.

How could a young girl be willing to face such things? If the police got involved, it would be like exposing her wounds all over again.

She claimed that she had only been photographed and that nothing actually happened. From then on, she dropped out of school and went to a place no one knew about.

Jian Qiuyu was silent for a while. “It’s good that Chisui is at home. I was worried about her. I’m sorry to have bothered you. Goodbye.”

Deng Li said politely, “Goodbye.”

After hanging up, Deng Li hurriedly said goodbye to Duan Tiantian. “I have to go. It’s an emergency.”

Duan Tiantian stood up with her. “You’re not serious. You have to go home and be with your wife again.”

As she spoke, Deng Li had already grabbed her clothes and walked out the door, moving as swiftly as the wind.

“Wife over friends. She runs pretty fast.”

The next moment, Duan Tiantian’s phone rang. “Hello?”

“Is this Miss Duan?” The voice was gentle and elegant.

She sat down and stirred the coffee in front of her. Her expression gradually became serious. “I was just worried about not having any work. I’ll take it.”

This was a classic “luring the tiger out of its mountain,” and Deng Li had not expected it at all. When she got in the car, her hands were trembling. Her heart was filled with anticipation, hoping that Song Chisui was at home, lying down, that she hadn’t gone out and hadn’t done anything bad.

If she really did it, then as a law-abiding citizen, I must turn her in.

She had a beautiful thought, but she knew that she would probably be silenced by Song Chisui during her investigation.

Her methods were ruthless. She knew how to manipulate people. She knew that Deng Chengxia cared about her reputation and wouldn’t say anything, so she did what she did. She even knew how to make people commit suicide.

In short, Song Chisui had never stained her hands with a single drop of blood, yet her hands were full of it.

The thirty-minute drive took Deng Li twenty minutes.

After getting out of the car, she wiped the sweat from her face and quickly returned to the villa.

“Xiao Sui.”

The sound of her heels echoed in the living room. The only thing that answered her was her own voice.

Song Chisui was out.

Clang, clang, clang. The sound of disappointment was like a bell, almost sending her away.

A moment later, the cooking lady ran out of the kitchen. She wiped her hands and respectfully went forward. “Madam, you’re back.”

Deng Li turned to her. “Where is Xiao Sui?”

“She went out.”

“When did she go out?”

“Hmm… it’s been a while. When she left, she told me not to make lunch and that she would be back in the evening.”

Sure enough. Deng Li’s heart sank. “Did she say where she was going?”

She definitely wouldn’t say.

“Yes, she went to Beiming Mountain Sanatorium.”

Deng Li was a little stunned. “Huh?”

“She went to see her sister.”

Her eyelashes fluttered. Although she didn’t know if it was just a cover, hope rose in her heart again.

The kitchen lady looked at her. “Madam, would you like to eat something? I’ll make you…”

Before she could finish, the large figure of the madam was gone in a flash, walking quickly into the distance. “No need.”

She turned on the navigation and was back on the road.

Beiming Mountain was in the northwest of City A, and it was a forty-minute drive.

If Song Chisui was really at Beiming Mountain, then she wouldn’t have had time to do those things…

If the kitchen lady was lying to her, then it’s a sure thing.

There were still many questions. She would figure it out when she got there.

The car sped down the asphalt road. The sun was bright, and the autumn day was perfect. A row of white poplars whizzed by. Deng Li’s mood slowly calmed down.

Half an hour later, she saw a large sign that said Beiming Mountain Sanatorium. She turned the car into the entrance of the courtyard and stopped in the parking lot.

The sanatorium was not a mental hospital or a nursing home. It was a famous vacation and recuperation spot in City A, with mostly detached villas.

The environment was elegant, with a natural lake, a reservoir, swans, and large vegetable fields. There were cabbages and radishes in the vegetable fields, and there were also animals and birds in nature. Patients who lived in this place felt very healed.

Deng Li got out of the car. A ray of autumn sun fell on her face. She took a breath. The air was fresh and the birdsong was beautiful. She felt as if her heart had been healed.

After walking two steps, she could see the largest detached villa on the slope.

From a distance, she could see three people basking in the sun in the yard.

At this moment, Song Chisui was sitting in a wheelchair with a canvas in front of her. She was quietly painting.

The sun shone through the ginkgo tree, casting a mottled light on her, giving her a soft glow.

She was wearing a pure white fluffy dress. Her wrists were slender. She was holding a watercolor pen gently, her posture straight.

How could such a pure girl do such a cruel and vicious thing?

Deng Li walked down. A golden retriever wagged its tail and ran up to greet her, drooling enthusiastically.

She was a little afraid of dogs. She stepped on a dry branch, and it made a crunching sound.

The three people looked at her at the same time.

Deng Li’s breathing hitched. She awkwardly raised her hand and waved at them.

At this moment, a woman holding a paper kite ran up to her. She was wearing a pink long-sleeved dress. She had a camel-colored wavy bob and a middle part. Her eyes were empty and dull, and she stared at her blankly.

“Big doggy.”

When she spoke, Deng Li immediately felt that something was wrong.

She wasn’t calling the golden retriever a big doggy; it seemed like she was calling her.

“Big doggy.”

Seeing that she didn’t respond, Song Chiqiu took two more steps forward.

Deng Li remembered. This was Song Chisui’s sister, Song Chiqiu. She went crazy overnight eight years ago because of her parents and sister. She had been mentally unstable ever since and couldn’t have a normal conversation with people.

What a pity for that face. She was so beautiful. She was clearly a gentle and dignified young lady.

If she just stood there without saying anything, you wouldn’t be able to tell she was sick.

But she was barefoot on the ground, her right foot on her left, her toes intertwined. Her blank expression said it all.

Deng Li’s heart was filled with pity. She smiled at her.

The wheelchair’s wheels rolled closer. She looked back. Song Chisui was in front of her, looking up at Song Chiqiu. “Sister, this is my wife.”

Song Chiqiu’s eyes widened. “Wife? What’s that?”

Song Chisui hesitated for a moment. “A wife is someone who can protect me, accompany me, and spend the rest of her life with me.”

Perhaps in Song Chiqiu’s eyes, having someone to take care of Song Chisui was more important than having someone take care of her. “Wife, you have a wife.”

“Yes.”

In the sun, the words she had just said appeared in Deng Li’s mind: protect her, accompany her, spend the rest of her life with me. It was rare for Song Chisui to say such warm words.

What was even rarer was that she smiled.

Her smile was like a camellia blooming in spring, gentle and reserved.

But it wasn’t for her.

“Sister, go fly your kite.”

“Go fly my kite.”

Chunmei went to accompany Song Chiqiu to play, leaving only the two of them under the ginkgo tree.

As soon as the people left, Song Chisui’s expression turned cold. Her voice was indifferent. “Why did you come?”

Deng Li shrugged. She couldn’t find a reason for a moment. She had originally come to hold her accountable, but given the current situation, Song Chisui hadn’t done anything. Wouldn’t she be wrongly accusing an innocent person?

Between the two, she would rather believe the first possibility and hope that Song Chisui hadn’t done anything.

She didn’t want her to commit a crime.

She awkwardly touched the back of her neck and turned to look at the reservoir in the distance, a smile on her face. “Of course, I missed you.”

As expected, Song Chisui sneered, but this time, she didn’t ignore her. Instead, she looked in Song Chiqiu’s direction. “She’s my sister. I’ve never mentioned her to you before.”

Deng Li came to her senses and stared in Song Chiqiu’s direction. “She… she is…”

“Mentally handicapped.” Song Chisui replied calmly. “It’s been eight years.”

She was her only family besides her grandfather.

Deng Li was a little embarrassed. She lowered her head and said, “I’m sorry.”

After a while, she tentatively looked up. “Did you look at the school forum today?”

Song Chisui shook her head. “Why?”

“Did Qingshui contact you?”

“No. Did Teacher Jian contact you?”

Song Chisui was looking at her.

How did she know Jian Qiuyu contacted her?

That’s right. Song Chisui had been waiting for her first love to contact her.

Deng Li took a deep breath, went forward, and gently patted her shoulder. She leaned her head down, trying to find something from the other person’s micro-expressions. “Something happened to Deng Chengxia.”

Song Chisui’s breathing was normal. There was no surprise, joy, or sadness on her face. “What could have happened to her?”

Deng Li took out her phone, opened her chat history with Jian Qiuyu, and showed her the photos of the incident.

Song Chisui’s eyes froze. Her eyelashes blinked rapidly. The doubt and shock in her eyes didn’t seem fake. “Is this her?”

Based on Deng Li’s years of experience, a person’s facial expressions wouldn’t betray them unless they had received professional training.

It really doesn’t seem like it was Song Chisui.

Author’s Note:

Song Chisui: What a cheap trick. I’m disgusted.