After Transmigrating into the Scum Wife of a Disabled Black Moonlight (GL) - Chapter 19

Deng Li had thought about it carefully. In the original book, Song Chisui was skilled at human anatomy and creating accidents. The only two cases related to scandalous behavior, one involving Deng Chengxia and the other involving Qingshui, had almost identical methods: both were kidnapped and had revealing photos taken of them and distributed to everyone.

This was completely different from Song Chisui’s usual methods.

She had heard from a detective before that criminals’ methods of harming people are often consistent. Their community even had a hierarchy of contempt: murderers looked down on robbers, robbers looked down on thieves, thieves looked down on blackmailers, and at the bottom of the contempt chain was sexual assault.

Couldn’t they do something else? Why did they have to do that?

Song Chisui had been a victim of the original owner’s abuse, so she knew how painful it was, even more painful than death.

Therefore, she wouldn’t harm people in the same way, unless she was willing to rip open her own wounds again and again.

This made sense. Those two cases were likely framed to look like Song Chisui’s doing.

After glancing at the photos, Song Chisui’s expression quickly turned away. Her breathing became a little rapid, and her lips were tightly pursed.

Deng Li quickly put away her phone. “I’m sorry. Did that scare you?”

Song Chisui’s eyelashes trembled. Remembering some bad memories from her dreams, she felt a little repulsed by Deng Li. “Even if she deserved it, this is too much…”

“It’s too cruel,” Deng Li finished her sentence, watching her expression.

Song Chisui didn’t have much of an expression. She wasn’t happy or angry, but she gently turned her wheelchair and headed toward the courtyard.

“I’ll push you.”

It was a slope, so it was a little inconvenient.

Before Deng Li could even reach the back of the wheelchair, the small figure in front of her was already moving away mercilessly.

“Why are you telling me this?”

When she reached a flat area, Song Chisui stopped and continued painting.

Deng Li pulled up a small stool and sat across from her. “I’m not the one who wanted to tell you. Your Teacher Jian was worried about you.”

Hehe. Jian Qiuyu was probably wary of Deng Li being her wife, so she had to be subtle about her concern for Song Chisui.

The white canvas glowed softly in the sun, adding a hint of gentleness to Song Chisui’s icy face.

When Jian Qiuyu was mentioned, she became much more gentle.

“Teacher Jian? She called you?”

“Yes, she was afraid something happened to you.”

Deng Li never thought that one day, she would become a love messenger.

If this continued, she would be like a power station stuck in the middle. No, no. I have to finish the mission soon and get a divorce so these lovers can be together.

Song Chisui’s pale little hand holding the paintbrush paused for a moment. She didn’t respond to her words and continued her painting.

“What are you painting?” Deng Li stood up and walked behind her. She didn’t look at her painting. Instead, she saw her opportunity.

In the sun, Song Chisui’s right arm was like jade. A red string was on her wrist. Her blue veins were so translucent that you could see the blood slowly flowing.

Deng Li bent over and leaned her back against her.

Song Chisui felt the person behind her was as warm as the autumn sun, lightly baking her back. Then, Deng Li moved closer, and her warm hand squeezed her wrist.

She couldn’t help but shrug and turn her head to look at her.

“What are you doing?”

Deng Li’s face was very close. Even her breath was hot.

“You’re not holding the brush right.”

Deng Li glanced at her, calmly adjusting her hand.

Her other hand wrapped around Song Chisui from the left, holding the brush in her left hand and her wrist in her right. She held her fingers, which were half the size of her own, and pointed at the middle of the brush one by one.

“Like this.”

Song Chisui was completely wrapped in her arms, unable to move. Her fingers were also being touched and rubbed by Deng Li. The voice in her mind was resisting, but she couldn’t move.

“I’ll do it myself.”

“Don’t move around.”

She shrank her body, but the other person wrapped their arms even tighter around her. The scent of sandalwood enveloped her, and the warm breath from her right ear made her feel agitated.

How long is she going to keep up this act?

In the shadow of the sun, Deng Li quietly felt the surge of positive value.

But the little face that was close to hers had a pair of resentful eyes staring at her from the side.

Cough, cough.

“Xiao Sui, what is this masterpiece you’re painting?”

Deng Li didn’t let go of her hand and quickly changed the subject. There’s no way she’s going to give up on 100 million points. Absolutely not.

The dark, black thing in front of her looked a little like a mountain… or perhaps a coal mine.

Song Chisui replied coldly, “A forest.”

“A forest?” Deng Li was surprised. “What kind of forest is black?”

“Why not?”

A dark forest.

At this moment, Deng Li began to feel scared. She slowly pulled her hand away.

A big boss is a big boss, after all. Just one look and one sentence were enough to make her give up.

A dark forest. How dark was Song Chisui’s world?

She turned her head and saw Song Chiqiu, who was flying a kite, running toward them with the kite in her hand.

She put the owl kite on Song Chisui’s lap and reached out to pull her. “Sister, let’s go play.”

Song Chisui pressed on her hand. “It’s not convenient for me. You can go with Auntie Chunmei.”

“It won’t fly,” Song Chiqiu said one word at a time, her face filled with sadness. A moment later, her eyes suddenly looked at Deng Li, and she showed a joyful smile.

“Big doggy.”

She walked around Song Chisui and grabbed Deng Li’s wrists with both hands. “You come with me.”

Deng Li looked confused. Under Song Chiqiu’s enthusiastic invitation and Song Chisui’s tacit approval to lend out her wife, she quickly found herself at the slope below the villa.

Deng Li was very embarrassed. She had never flown a kite in her life.

And the most important thing was that she had to do it with a person who was nearly thirty years old but had the mind of a five-year-old.

She was supposed to be flying a kite, but Song Chiqiu kept holding her hand.

The other person’s fingers were slender and warm. The way she looked at her made her feel a little awkward.

Before she got intimate with Song Chisui, she rarely got close to women. Just holding hands made her feel uncomfortable. If it weren’t for the mission, she wouldn’t be getting close to Song Chisui either.

Now, with a woman other than Song Chisui holding her hand, she felt that something was strange.

Just as she was feeling confused, Song Chiqiu’s hand slowly moved down, taking her hand as if to interlock their fingers.

Deng Li looked up on her own accord, meeting a pair of eyes filled with anticipation. “Hold hands.”

She seemed to catch a hint of mischief in those innocent eyes, but it was gone in a flash.

Deng Li let her hold her hand, convincing herself that she was just a five-year-old child and not to think too much. Even her sixth sense could be wrong sometimes.

She looked back every few steps, trying to send a look of distress to Song Chisui.

However, Song Chisui didn’t pay any attention. Her eyes and mind were completely on her “dark forest.”

Whatever. I’ll just be a babysitter.

After being led to the slope by Song Chiqiu, Deng Li took the opportunity to let go of her hand and take the kite from her.

“Sister Qiuqiu, you stand here. I’ll show you how to do it.”

Song Chiqiu was very obedient. She stood with her feet together. Her small, pale feet were covered by shallow grass. When her expression was calm, she looked like a normal person.

“Big doggy, run.”

The next second, she reached out and spoke, breaking the silence.

Deng Li held the string and ran down the slope.

At once, the egrets on the lake flew together. The fish in the water were startled. The fat fish wagged their short tails as they swam forward.

Deng Li ran to the bottom. The kite only fluttered its tail in the air before immediately sinking.

Song Chiqiu stood to the side, smiling one moment and disappointed the next.

Let’s try again.

She jogged back and tried to fly the kite again.

The autumn wind was strong. Deng Li ran out of breath and was drenched in sweat. After several tries, she finally got the kite to fly.

Looking up at the sky, the owl was soaring with its wings spread.

Song Chiqiu clapped her hands and ran to her, overjoyed.

“Big doggy, you’re awesome.”

Deng Li smiled at her and looked at Song Chisui in the distance. She held the string and waved at her. “Xiao Sui, look over here.”

Song Chisui slightly raised her head, glanced at her, and her expression was indifferent.

Just by chance, Song Chiqiu opened her arms and hugged her. “Big doggy.”

The next second, Deng Li felt like she was covered in a dog’s plaster. The other person was half a head shorter than her. She rubbed her little head against her chin, and her chest was intentionally or unintentionally pressed against her.

She’s so… well-endowed.

She quickly took two steps back, pulling away from Song Chiqiu, and handed her the string. “Sister Qiuqiu, you can fly it now.”

Song Chiqiu wasn’t sad because she pulled back. Instead, she happily took the string and stared at her with a gentle look. “Thank you.”

Only then did Deng Li find an opportunity to slip away.

A mentally handicapped person might not be able to distinguish between intimacy and distance, but Song Chiqiu was an adult, and she had a graceful body and a beautiful face. As a married woman, she saw her as a normal woman, so she needed to avoid suspicion, especially since Song Chisui was right there!

No wonder in the original book, Deng Li, the pervert, didn’t even let the sister off the hook, just because she was pretty. Song Chiqiu couldn’t even say why she was being treated that way.

What a pervert.

She took two steps to Song Chisui’s side and stood behind her. “Xiao Sui, you should rest. I’ll take you to see the scenery.”

Right now, finding my wife is what matters.

“Okay,” Song Chisui said, putting down her pen. Her small, pale hands rested on her knees.

The mirror-like lake was like a clear pool. Egrets occasionally touched the water’s surface as they flew by, creating ripples.

The pool was bottomless and clear. Occasionally, a few fat fish disturbed the autumn water.

Deng Li took a deep breath and praised it. “The sun, the villa, the scenery are all so beautiful.”

“Is that so?” The corners of Song Chisui’s mouth slightly curled up. She suddenly turned her head, her face to the side.

The light from the sun was broken by the lake water, like small diamonds, reflecting on Song Chisui’s face.

She looked as delicate as a porcelain doll.

With her bangs, long straight black hair, and all white attire, the only hint of red was on her lips.

However, she wasn’t here to please her. She was here to ruin the scenery. “Someone died in this lake before.”

Is it still beautiful now?

Cough, cough, cough.

Deng Li shivered and quickly changed the subject. “By the way, why haven’t I seen you come here before?”

Song Chisui: “My sister’s birthday is coming up, so I came to discuss how to decorate.”

Birthday?

The lake!

Deng Li calculated the time. The shadow of the wheelchair rolled in the sun. The creaking sound was like the last chirp of a dying bird.

She remembered.

The birthday party! In other words, Song Chisui and Jian Qiuyu’s underwater kiss was coming soon!

The world is vast and wide, and my tiny wife is about to cheat on me!

Author’s Note:

Song Chisui: “What? You’re going to cheat on me?”

Deng Li: “I’ve been wronged!”

Song Chisui: “Just break her legs, then.”