After Transmigrating into the Scum Wife of a Disabled Black Moonlight (GL) - Chapter 2

A cold, white light flashed into her mind. In a matter of seconds, Deng Li was pulled into the scene from a few hours earlier.

It was the wedding reception. The guests hadn’t all left yet. The woman wore a custom-made LV wedding suit—a white suit with a large red logo that stood out among the crowd of guests.

Deng Li was going from table to table, toasting everyone.

“Congratulations! Happy wedding, Miss Deng.”

“You’re the ‘daugther-in-law’ of the Song Group now. I’m sure your family’s coal business will go up a level.”

“Your wife is so young, fair, beautiful, and wealthy. You’re so lucky.”

“Look at you, Miss Deng is also tall and pretty, with a prominent family fortune. This is a match made in heaven.”

Deng Li’s grin almost cracked her jaw as she drank round after round. “I’m sorry, my wife has limited mobility, so I’ll be the one drinking with everyone.”

Everyone laughed. Deng Li drank with each table and started to feel tired, so she lay down on a nearby sofa to rest.

After drinking, a feeling of emptiness welled up inside her. From today on, she was officially a member of the Song Group. The dream of marrying into a wealthy family, a beautiful and rich woman, and reaching the pinnacle of life had finally come true.

She let out a strange, sinister laugh in the corner. Then, she heard the guests talking again.

“Hey, where are the newlyweds?”

“I don’t know, they probably went back to their room.”

“Haha, they’re probably having a sweet moment as a married couple.”

Deng Li, separated by a curtain, began to sober up.

“I can’t believe she married a disabled person. Is there even a feeling when they do it? Hahaha.”

“Song Chisui has everything—the body, the skin, the looks, the family background—but what a pity, her legs can’t move or close. She’s missing a lot of fun.”

“Oh, look at you all. How good can Deng Li be? The daughter of a coal boss, uncultured, a nouveau riche. It’s already good that she can cling to the Song family’s sister.”

The best cure for alcohol is a few chilling words.

Those words were like a bucket of ice water poured over her head, making her tremble all over.

Deng Li sneered. Her supposed identity as a fake rich second-generation heir was nothing but a nouveau riche in the eyes of others.

A wave of disgust surged inside her. She suddenly got up, expressionless, and pulled the curtain open. In an instant, the guests fell silent. Deng Li smiled, stood up, and laughed loudly, “I’m tired today. I’m going to be with my wife. Butler, please see the guests out.”

Humiliated with nowhere to vent, Deng Li stumbled to the bridal room.

She stood outside the door and pushed it open. She saw a small figure in a wheelchair struggling to use her hands to drag her body and climb onto the bed.

A feeling of disgust and discomfort, along with a sense of endless shame, washed over her at the thought of spending her future with a woman who couldn’t take care of herself.

She pushed the door open, and the girl turned her head. Her bridal hair and makeup were still intact. Her hair was in an updo with bangs, and her large, apricot-shaped eyes stared at her like a deer. “My wife, you’re back.”

Deng Li kicked the door open and slammed it shut. Her eyes were red as she glared at her. “I’m back.”

Song Chisui’s slender white hands gently clutched the bedsheet. Her face was flushed, and her breathing was shallow, her chest rising and falling. “Well… let’s rest.”

Deng Li laughed. “Rest?”

She bent down, put one arm under Song Chisui’s back and the other under her knees, and pulled her up.

Song Chisui lowered her head shyly, her cheeks a delicate shade of pink. Her eyelashes were like tiny brooms, making her eyes look clear and bright.

Heh heh, the more Song Chisui likes her, the more disgusted she feels.

Suddenly, she threw the person in her arms onto the bed. With a thud, the other person let out a small cry. “Wife.”

“Don’t you dare call me ‘wife.'”

Deng Li put one foot on the bed, looking down at her in disdain. The alcohol had taken over her nerves, making her blurt out everything she had meticulously planned over the past three months. “Song Chisui, you don’t really think I like you, do you?”

Song Chisui’s pupils constricted. She looked at the woman leaning over her like a terrible shadow. “Wife, you’re drunk.”

Deng Li: “Drunk? Everything I’m saying is the truth. Do you know what your friends and relatives are calling me? They’re saying I’m with a cripple. And you are, indeed, a cripple. Your legs can’t move or close. What’s the point of being with you? What’s the use? Why didn’t you just die with your parents instead of hanging on to half a life in this world, hmm?”

“Wife, you…” Song Chisui was so scared she started to sob, yet she couldn’t move. She could only stare at her.

“When you die, all your assets will be mine.”

Deng Li leaned in and laughed close to her ear. “Someone like you, how would you understand bedroom fun? I’ll bring someone back and show you what it’s like. You can watch how their legs move.”

Song Chisui’s breathing hitched, and her eyes instantly dimmed. “What?”

She grabbed Deng Li’s wrist. “Was our three-month relationship a lie?”

Deng Li winced in pain. “Let go. I’m leaving.”

The little girl’s legs were weak, but her grip was strong.

“Tell me!”

“It’s fake. It’s all fake. Let go.”

In the struggle, Deng Li yanked her arm away. Her fist went straight for Song Chisui’s right eye.

The scream was followed by a sudden silence.

Deng Li rubbed her wrist and spat. “You asked for it. You cripples probably can’t feel anything there anyway, huh.”

She laughed and then strode away.

••••

In just a few seconds, Deng Li’s mind replayed what the original, scum host had done.

So she was the one who hit her.

“Money, do I still have a chance?”

Deng Li’s heart felt cold as she felt the deadly stare from above.

“Cough, cough, you need to work hard.” The system said. “100 million RMB, remember, 100 million.”

“I want to just die.”

“You can’t. You won’t be able to return to your original world that way.”

“…”

To be honest, the original host was a terrible person, leaving her with this mess. But it wasn’t impossible to salvage.

It was a good thing she hadn’t gone as far as to actually bring someone back to show Song Chisui, or she would have been given a death sentence.

At this moment, the person at the end of the steps was still staring at her.

Her legs were trembling as she slowly walked up.

As a bodyguard, she had never been this scared.

The girl’s eyes showed her injury. After a brief gaze, she looked away with a deep, resentful hatred.

As she got closer, she could finally see the little girl’s appearance clearly.

Her slender white hands held the wheelchair. Half of her body was in the shadows, and half was in the light. She looked to be less than 80 pounds and was extremely thin. Her eyes were like black obsidian, and her eyelashes were as long as beautiful crow feathers. The area around her eyes was shrouded in a dark shadow, and her perky nose blocked half of the light, making her face look even thinner. The high-quality white silk fabric of her clothes reflected a soft light, making her seem even more ascetic.

Weak, pure, pitiful, and delicate—it was impossible to associate her with words like sinister, vicious, and ruthless.

Deng Li took two steps and knelt beside Song Chisui, facing her. She caught a very faint and cold scent, like camellia. The exquisite face didn’t look at her.

Deng Li cleared her throat. “W-wife, what happened to your eye?”

Song Chisui’s eyes flickered, her eyelashes curled up, and she looked at her with an unbelievable, flowing gaze.

Deng Li instinctively turned her head to ask the butler, “Butler, what happened?”

Chunmei clutched her dress and bowed in apology. “Madam, she was like this when I came in. She wouldn’t say anything when I asked her.”

Deng Li: “That’s not acceptable. Have you called a doctor?”

Chunmei shook her head. “Madam, she said she’s fine.”

Deng Li felt that was enough.

She stood up, brushed the dust off her clothes, and pushed Song Chisui into the bridal room.

“Wife, I’m sorry.”

Closing the door, Deng Li knelt as if on one knee, like a plea for forgiveness.

“Stop faking it.”

Song Chisui adjusted her wheelchair, turned gracefully, and faced away from her.

Deng Li turned back and knelt again. “I know nothing I say now will make you believe me. I was really drunk and said those things. Hitting your eye was also an accident. But I did it, and I apologize to you.”

Song Chisui ignored her and maneuvered her wheelchair to the bed. She used her hands to support herself on the armrests, dragging her body to the bed.

Deng Li took a big step forward and reached out her hands, trying to help her. “Let me carry you.”

“No need.” Song Chisui suddenly turned around, her injured eye facing her, emitting a dark light that left her speechless.

“Mind your own business.”

She turned away, grabbing the blanket and slowly pulling herself onto the bed.

Knowing she was in a resistant phase, Deng Li didn’t push forward.

She watched as one of her slender white legs dangled powerlessly from the bed, seemingly unable to exert any strength.

Deng Li’s heart tightened. It looked perfectly fine, with fresh green veins and fair skin, yet it was declared disabled and unusable.

The girl struggled on the bed, slowly moving herself, trying to use her upper body to drag her lower body up.

After finally getting on the bed, Song Chisui rolled over and took a deep breath. Her face was flushed, and tiny beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. She looked helplessly at her beautiful legs tangled in the blanket. Damn it, I forgot to pull back the blanket before I got on the bed.

She no longer had the strength to pull the blanket.

After a few breaths, Song Chisui seemed to feel someone watching her and immediately glared back.

After a brief stare, Deng Li looked away, blinking rapidly. “I’ll help you.”

“No need.”

“Don’t be stubborn. I’ll carry you onto the bed.” Deng Li acted as if she hadn’t heard. She got up, walked closer, put her arms around Song Chisui’s legs and waist, and lifted her.

The other person was as light as a feather, with no warmth, especially her legs. When Deng Li’s fingers touched her skin, it felt like a block of ice.

Song Chisui’s heart tightened. She used her left hand to pry open the ruby ring on her ring finger. A silver needle emerged. It had just poked out and was about to stab her, but the other person had already gently put her down.

Deng Li quickly pulled back the blanket, carefully placing Song Chisui down. It was done slowly and gently, as if she were a fragile, precious piece of porcelain. She placed her on the soft part of the bed and covered her with the blanket.

The whole sequence of movements was fluid and took no more than five seconds.

Deng Li stepped back and sat in the chair by the bed.

As soon as she sat down, a blue screen appeared in her mind. “Congratulations, Host! You have successfully unlocked the strategy method. You have received the way to gain positive value.”

Deng Li sat up straight with excitement. “What is it?”

The system said, “You can gain positive value by coming into contact with her skin or skin tissue.”

Skin and skin tissue… so skin and hair are okay. Deng Li said happily, “I just hugged her and touched her thigh. Did I get a lot of points?”

The system: “Please wait, I’m calculating.”

She rubbed her hands together excitedly, anticipating her first positive score. It seemed that this girl wasn’t that hard to win over after all.

After a moment, red text popped up in her mind.

Target: 10,000

Current Score: -10

Author’s Note:

Deng Li: I quit. I’m not doing this mission!

This story involves a physical transmigration, so the original body and its entanglements are slowly being resolved.