Chapter 2

A cold, eerie white light shot straight into her mind. In just a few short seconds, it dragged Deng Li back into the scene from several hours ago.

The wedding banquet had not yet ended, and the guests had not fully dispersed. The woman wore a custom-made LV wedding suit, a white suit with a huge red logo, making her especially conspicuous amid the packed crowd of guests.

Deng Li held a wineglass and went from table to table, toasting each one.

“Congratulations, congratulations. Miss Deng, happy wedding.”

“From now on, you’ll be the Song Group’s ‘son-in-law.’ I imagine your family’s coal mine business will be climbing to an even higher level.”

“That wife of yours is so young, fair-skinned, beautiful, and rich. You really are blessed.”

“Listen to what you’re saying. Isn’t Miss Deng tall and long-limbed too? She has good looks and a fortune of her own. This is called a powerful alliance.”

Deng Li grinned so widely her molars were almost exposed, drinking round after round.

“Sorry, everyone. My wife has trouble with her legs, so I’ll be drinking with all of you in her place.”

Everyone laughed cheerfully. Deng Li drank at each table Read on BaiLianTales until she was rather tired, then lay down on a nearby sofa to rest.

After drinking, an enormous sense of emptiness surged up inside her. From today onward, she had officially become a member of the Song Group. Her dream of marrying into a wealthy family, marrying a fair-skinned, rich beauty, and reaching the peak of life had finally come true.

She sat in the corner, smiling so eerily it was unsettling. Then she heard the guests begin talking again.

“Eh? Where are the newlyweds?”

“No idea. They’ve probably gone back to their room.”

“Hahaha. Newlyweds, off to enjoy their sweet little world for two.”

Separated from them by only a curtain, Deng Li gradually sobered up.

“I really don’t know what she’s thinking, insisting on marrying a disabled person. Does she even feel anything when they do it? Hahaha.”

“That Song Chisui has everything going for her—figure, skin, looks, family background. It’s just a pity, tsk tsk. Her legs can’t move and can’t wrap around anyone. That takes away a lot of the fun.”

“Aiyo, listen to all of you. How good can Deng Li be herself? The daughter of a coal boss. Uneducated, nouveau riche. Being able to climb up to the Song family’s younger miss is already more than good enough for her.”

What was the best medicine for sobering up?

A few words cold enough to chill the heart.

Those words were like a basin of ice water poured over her head, freezing her until her whole body trembled.

Deng Li let out a sneer. The fake rich second-generation identity she was so proud of was, in other people’s eyes, nothing more than that of an upstart.

A surge of disgust rose in her heart. She suddenly stood up and pulled the curtain open expressionlessly. In an instant, those guests all fell silent.

Deng Li smiled as she rose to her feet, then laughed loudly.

“I’m tired today. I’m going to accompany my wife. Housekeeper, see the guests out.”

After being humiliated, Deng Li had nowhere to vent. She stumbled into the wedding room.

Standing outside the door, she pushed open the door that had been left ajar. Inside, a petite figure sat in a wheelchair, struggling to drag her body with her hands as she tried to climb onto the bed.

Disgust. Discomfort. The mere thought of spending the rest of her life with a woman who could not take care of herself filled her with endless shame.

She pushed open the door. The girl turned around. Her bridal makeup and hairstyle had yet to be taken down. Her hair was pinned up, her bangs cut straight across her forehead, and [Read on BaiLianTales]her watery almond eyes looked at Deng Li like those of a deer.

“Madam, you’re back.”

Deng Li kicked the door open, then slammed it shut again. Her eyes were red as she glared at her.

“I’m back.”

Song Chisui’s slender white fingers lightly clutched the bedsheet. Her face was somewhat flushed, and she breathed in small, quick mouthfuls, her chest rising and falling.

“Then… let’s rest.”

Deng Li smiled.

“Rest?”

She bent down, one hand passing behind Song Chisui’s back while the other slipped beneath the bend of her knees, and suddenly pulled her up.

Song Chisui lowered her head shyly, her delicate face faintly red. Her eyelashes were like two little brushes, sweeping her eyes until they looked pure and bright.

Heh.

The more Song Chisui liked her, the more disgusted she felt.

All at once, she threw the person in her arms viciously onto the bed. With a soft thud, the other woman gave a small cry.

“Madam.”

“Don’t fucking call me Madam.”

Deng Li stepped onto the bed with one foot and bent over, looking down at her with contempt. Alcohol controlled her nerves, making her spill out all the schemes she had plotted so carefully over the past three months.

“Song Chisui, you don’t really think I like you, do you?”

Song Chisui’s pupils trembled. She watched the woman before her press down like a terrifying shadow.

“Madam, you’ve had too much to drink.”

Deng Li said, “Too much? Everything I’m saying is the truth. Do you know what your relatives and friends called me? They said I’m with a cripple. That’s right, you really are a cripple. Your legs can’t move, and they can’t wrap around anything. What fun is there in being with you? What use are you? Back then, why didn’t you just die together with your parents? Why did you have to cling to half a life and keep dangling around in this world, hm?”

“Madam, you…” Song Chisui was so frightened she began to sob, stolen contentyet she could not move at all. She could only look at her.

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

Deng Li bent down and buried her head beside Song Chisui’s ear with a laugh.

“How would someone like you understand the pleasures of the bedroom? I’ll bring someone back and do it for you to see. You can watch how other people’s legs move.”

Song Chisui’s breath hitched, and the light in her eyes dimmed in an instant.

“What?”

She grabbed Deng Li’s wrist.

“Were the feelings from these past three months fake?”

Deng Li frowned in pain.

“Let go. I’m leaving.”

This little girl had no strength in her legs, but her hands were surprisingly strong.

“Say it!”

“Fake. It was all fake. Let go.”

In the midst of their struggle, Deng Li suddenly thrust her hand forward. Her fist landed squarely on Song Chisui’s right eye socket.

After a scream, everything quickly went silent.

Deng Li rubbed her wrist and spat.

“You brought that on yourself. You cripples probably don’t feel anything there anyway, right? Hmph.”

After laughing, she strode away.

…

In just a few seconds, everything that scummy original owner had done flashed through Deng Li’s mind like a revolving lantern.

So she really was the one who had hit her.

“Youqian, do you think I still have a chance?”

Deng Li’s heart went utterly cold. She could feel that deathly stare coming from above.

“Ahem, ahem, ahem. Work hard,” the system said. “One hundred million. One hundred million, you know.”

“I want to just die directly.”

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

“…”

To be honest, the original owner was not human. She had left Deng Li with a total mess. But it was not completely beyond saving.

Thankfully, things had not progressed to the point where she had actually brought someone back and done it in front of Song Chisui. Otherwise, she would have been holding a death script.

At that moment, the person at the end of the steps was still gazing at her.

Her legs trembled as she slowly walked upward.

As a bodyguard, she had never been this frightened before.

Song Chisui’s eyes carried hurt. After their brief eye contact, she looked faintly elsewhere, her face full of hatred.

Only after getting close did Deng Li clearly see the little girl’s appearance.

Her slender white hands gripped the wheelchair. Half her body was in darkness, half under the light. Her entire body looked to be less than eighty jin, extremely thin and small. Her eyes were like black glass, and her eyelashes were as long as beautiful raven feathers. A layer of dark shadow covered her eyelids. The tip of her nose was high and delicate, blocking half the glow and making her face appear even thinner. The expensive white satin clothes reflected a soft light, making her look even more abstinent and untouchable.

Weak, pure, pitiful, delicate—no matter how one looked at her, no one would ever associate her with words like gloomy, venomous, or ruthless.

In two steps, Deng Li arrived beside Song Chisui. She slowly half crouched, facing her directly, and just happened to catch a scent like camellias, extremely cold and aloof.

That magnificent face did not look at her.

Deng Li cleared her throat.

“W-Wife… what happened to your eye?”

Song Chisui’s gaze flickered. Her lashes lifted one by one, and her eyes seemed to flow with ​read the original at bailiantales.com​disbelief as she looked at her.

Deng Li instinctively turned her head and asked the housekeeper, “Housekeeper, what happened?”

Chunmei clutched her skirt with both hands and bowed her head in apology.

“Madam, when I went in, she was already like this. No matter how I asked, she refused to say anything.”

Deng Li said, “How can that be? Has a doctor seen it?”

Chunmei shook her head.

“Madam, she said it was nothing.”

Deng Li felt that was about enough.

She stood, patted the dust from her body, and pushed Song Chisui into the wedding room.

“Wife, I was wrong.”

After closing the door, Deng bailiantales.com Li crouched down, looking as if she were kneeling on one knee, and also as if she were begging for mercy.

“Stop being so hypocritical.”

Song Chisui adjusted the wheelchair, spun beautifully in place, and turned her back to her.

Deng Li turned around again and half crouched in front of her.

“I know you won’t believe anything I say right now. I really did drink too much at the time. I said those things, and hitting your eye was an accident. But I did do it, so I’m apologizing to you.”

Song Chisui ignored her. She controlled the wheelchair and moved to the bedside, propping both hands on the armrests as she dragged her body toward the bed.

Deng Li strode forward and reached out with both hands, trying to help her.

“I’ll carry you.”

“No need.”

Song Chisui suddenly turned around. Her injured eye happened to face Deng Li directly, emitting a darkness-like light that instantly intimidated Deng Li into silence.

“Manage yourself.”

She turned her head away. Both hands grabbed the blanket as she slowly and painstakingly sprawled against the edge of the bed.

Knowing Song Chisui was in a period of resistance, Deng Li did not go forward.

She watched that slender, pale leg hang limply over the edge of the bed, as if it could not exert the slightest bit of strength.

Deng Li’s heart tightened.

It clearly looked perfectly intact. Fresh green veins, skin flushed pink beneath the white. And yet it had been declared disabled, unusable.

The child lay against the head of the bed, struggling to move herself, trying to use her upper body to drag her lower body up with her.

After finally getting onto the bed, Song Chisui rolled over and lay on her back, breathing heavily through her mouth. Her face had turned red in an instant from holding her breath, and fine beads of sweat had appeared on her forehead.

She helplessly looked at her pair of jade-like legs sunk into the quilt.

Terrible. When she got onto the bed, she had forgotten to pull the quilt open.

She no longer had the strength to pull it aside.

After panting for two breaths, Song Chisui seemed to sense that someone was staring at her and immediately glared back.

Their eyes met briefly. Deng Li looked away, her lashes blinking quickly.

“I’ll help you.”

“No need.”

“Don’t force yourself. I’ll carry you onto the bed.”

Deng Li acted as if she had not heard. She stood up and approached, reaching out to circle Song Chisui’s legs and waist before lifting her into her arms.

The other woman was light and weightless, like a feather, without warmth—especially her legs. When Deng Li’s fingertips lightly touched the skin of her legs, it was like touching a block of ice.

Song Chisui’s heart tightened. With her left hand, she pried open the ruby diamond ring on her ring finger. A silver hidden needle emerged. It had only just poked out and had not yet pierced Deng Li when the other woman slowly set her down.

Deng Li quickly pulled the quilt into place, then placed Song Chisui down very slowly and very gently, as if handling a fragile piece of famous porcelain. She set her on the soft bedding and covered her with the quilt.

The whole set of movements was as smooth as flowing water and took no more than five seconds.

Deng Li retreated to the chair by the bed.

As soon as she sat down, a blue screen flashed across her forehead.

“Congratulations, Host. You have successfully unlocked the capture method. You have received the way to obtain positive value.”

Deng Li excitedly sat up straight.

“What is it?”

System: “By touching her skin or skin tissue, you can obtain positive value.”

Skin and skin tissue. That meant both skin and hair counted.

Deng Li said happily, “I just carried her and touched the skin of her thigh. Does that mean I got a lot of points?”

System: “One moment. Let me calculate it.”

She excitedly rubbed her hands together. Seeing that her first batch of positive value was about to arrive, it read the original at bailiantales.comseemed this little girl was not that hard to capture after all.

Before long, red text popped up in her mind.

Target: 10,000.

Current Score: -10.

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Author’s Note:

Deng Li: Goodbye. This mission isn’t worth doing!

This one is a physical transmigration, okay? The original owner’s body had entanglements with many people, and the body will come over little by little.