After Transmigrating into the Scum Wife of a Disabled Black Moonlight (GL) - Chapter 3

Deng Li was speechless. She forced herself to contain her anger and listen to the system’s justification.

“Host, here’s the thing. When you touched her just now, she hated you, which is why your score went down.”

“So I need her to be happy for me to touch her?”

She could only get points by touching Song Chisui when the girl was unconscious, but when she was awake, she needed her not to hate her.

After the evening’s ordeal, Song Chisui naturally loathed her, and the contact with her thigh skin had led to a sharp drop of 10 points…

From any perspective, it made perfect sense.

Deng Li rubbed her fingers together, nodding in thought before shaking her head again. “That’s not right. I wasn’t the one who hit her and cursed at her. I’m taking the blame for someone else’s actions.”

The system let out an awkward, silent laugh. “That’s why you should wait until she’s asleep to get close to her.”

Three seconds later, the screen in her mind vanished, and Deng Li’s vision went black. After a moment, her sight slowly returned.

The lights were off. A bright, milky moonlight slanted through the window, illuminating one side of the girl’s slender body.

She was half-sitting up, bristling with resistance, her eyes fixed on her with a resentful glare.

Deng Li swallowed hard. Love is like a riverbank, built with bricks and mortar, carefully and meticulously laid together. But it only takes one blow to destroy it.

A few hours ago, the original host delivered that blow, and the little love they had was like a flood, completely washing everything away, leaving only ruins.

It was now autumn, and the air was cool. Deng Li fumbled her way toward the bed.

Song Chisui was trembling all over, like a little chick with its feathers ruffled after being bullied. If she had legs, she would have already gotten up and run. But she could only clutch the blanket tightly, wrapping herself up.

She turned her face, her delicate features swallowed by the shadows. “Don’t come closer.”

Deng Li blinked, reached for the other blanket, and gently pulled it off the bed.

“Wife.”

“Don’t call me that,” Song Chisui said with a gloomy expression.

There was no point in saying anything now. Deng Li took a deep breath and pulled the blanket to the floor with a strong tug.

Song Chisui squinted, her fingers digging into the soft blanket, gripping it tightly. Why did Deng Li come back? Is she really interested in her?

She frowned, measuring the height and weight difference between them. Deng Li was 175 cm tall, while she was only 162 cm. Even if she had legs, she would be powerless to resist whatever Deng Li wanted to do.

In the darkness, she reached for the ruby ring on her left hand again, trying to stab her before she got close.

Deng Li was getting closer. She smelled of alcohol, her tall body blocking the moonlight as if she were about to pounce.

Her heart tightened. She gently peeled back the gemstone on the ring, and the hidden needle was revealed.

“Alright, if you don’t want me to call you ‘wife,’ that’s fine.”

Deng Li stepped over her, pulled a pillow from next to her, and then grabbed the other blanket she had taken from the bed.

“I’m five years older than you, so I’ll call you Xiao Sui. How does that sound?”

She spread out the blanket, her distinct knuckles smoothing the bedding on the floor. Her green veins were clearly visible in the moonlight. A black tail tattoo was exposed on her warm, white wrist.

Song Chisui let out half a sigh of relief.

Deng Li kept her head down, arranging her makeshift bed. She expertly set up her small bed, hugged the swan-shaped pillow, and then ran her hand over the 71,000 yuan per square meter European-style patterned cashmere rug. She brought the new blanket to her nose and inhaled deeply. Ah, the smell of sunlight and money.

This was the most expensive floor she had ever slept on.

Since she was here, she might as well make the best of it. She would get some sleep first; there was plenty of time for her to win her over.

She stood up, clapped her hands, and put them on her hips, looking at her masterpiece with satisfaction. “It’s all set.”

She then looked at Song Chisui. “Xiao Sui, don’t worry. I will not cross the line until you graduate from college. That’s a promise, and I always keep my word.”

When they got married, they had talked about that aspect of their relationship. Song Chisui was still in college and wanted to get married and try to develop feelings first.

Nothing was actually supposed to happen.

Song Chisui seemed to be half-convinced and hesitant to speak.

Deng Li cleared her throat. She wanted to explain further, but she knew it was pointless and would only sound like a weak excuse.

She lowered her voice. “It’s already 2 a.m. You should get some sleep.”

With that, Deng Li turned and went into the bathroom.

The bathroom was the only place she could breathe freely. She sighed and began to unbutton her shirt.

She studied the person in the mirror.

Narrow phoenix eyes, a high-bridged nose, a sharp chin, full lips, and a blue gemstone earring on her right ear. Her hair was shoulder-length with a long, two-part fringe covering part of her eyes.

She looked almost identical to herself, and they even shared the same name. No wonder the system had chosen her as the host.

However, this job was much more nerve-wracking than being a bodyguard.

As a bodyguard, she dealt with things openly; fighting and physical exertion were no problem. But Song Chisui was a born villain. Even though she hadn’t acted out yet, she might decide to kill her on a whim one day and torture her beforehand.

Then, she’d turn her leg bones into a flute, her hair into strings for a musical instrument, and her skull would be put on display.

Just thinking about Song Chisui’s ruthless methods sent shivers down her spine.

Tsk, tsk, tsk. She looks like a child with a hint of innocence on her face, yet she’s so vicious in her actions!

She took off her shirt and trousers, revealing her long, slender legs. The muscles on her calves and thighs formed a beautiful curve, and her abdomen had a defined core. Her body was in good shape. She then looked at her arm. Deng Li turned her head to look at her left hand and saw a thick, long snake tattoo.

She looked closely. It was a rattlesnake with its tail at her wrist, and the snake’s body extended all the way to her back.

She turned around, facing away from the mirror. The snake’s entire body lay on her back, its fangs exposed and a red tongue flicking out, its eyes staring at her with a fierce look…

At that moment, the system chimed three times.

“Host, a new method has been detected. This tattoo is something Song Chisui hates. Removing it can increase your positive value.”

Upon hearing “positive value,” Deng Li got excited for a moment but quickly became disheartened.

Tattoos were painful, and removing them was even worse. She could handle the pain of being beaten and kicked, but she couldn’t stand the torment of a tattoo removal, which felt like a hundred ants gnawing at her.

“How many points would I get?”

“Let me calculate for you… Wow, you can get 10 points from this.”

“…”

“No. I’m not removing it. It’s fine as it is.”

“Huh? Why not…?”

“You’re too loud. I have my own plans.”

“Are you scared of the pain?”

“What?”

“Aren’t you scared of her?”

“Why would you think I’m scared of her? If she dislikes it, then she dislikes it.” As soon as she said the words, she gave a self-conscious laugh.

She turned on the showerhead, and as she washed, she searched for nearby tattoo removal shops.

She wanted to see which one had the best technology and would be the least painful.

“This one’s good. It has a five-star rating, and all the customers say it doesn’t hurt.”

The system: “…”

In the bedroom, Song Chisui looked toward the bathroom. The transparent glass reflected a long figure. She was secretly suspicious. What’s going on? This is not what I expected. Why did Deng Li come back?

A throbbing pain in her right eye reminded her not to take this person lightly.

Her health was already poor. Ever since she became disabled at the age of twelve, the malice from all sides had exhausted her physically and mentally.

She touched her eye socket with a cold fingertip. She felt a burning, slightly itching sensation from the wound. She estimated it would take about two weeks to heal.

The sound of the shower stopped. She quickly closed her eyes, leaving them slightly ajar. Her small face shrank into the blanket.

Anxiety and fear had dominated her entire life since she was twelve, and now, to some extent, they had reached their peak.

She gripped her fingers tightly, holding the ruby ring, ready to strike.

The bathroom door opened, and a pair of warm, white legs stepped onto the floor. Fresh from the shower, a wave of steam and the fragrance of body wash filled the room.

After a moment, Deng Li emerged. She was wrapped in a towel, her wet hair resting on her shoulders, and the disgusting tail of the rattlesnake tattoo was visible on her arm.

At this sight, Song Chisui panicked. Her heart hammered in her chest. She wasn’t sure if she had a chance against Deng Li.

The other person walked toward her. She quickly shut her eyes tightly, listening as the footsteps grew closer.

The high figure blocked the shadows in front of her. Deng Li was now standing in front of her.

She stabilized her emotions, keeping her breathing even.

Deng Li seemed to lean in, bringing a warm, woody scent and the sound of her breath.

“Asleep?”

Song Chisui’s eyelashes trembled, and she swallowed hard. Her entire body felt like an arrow ready to be shot.

But the figure didn’t get closer. She only sighed, as if in relief, and quietly moved away.

There was a rustling sound in the room, like fabric being pulled.

Song Chisui slowly peeked. She saw Deng Li putting on a nightgown.

She didn’t know where she found the nightgown, but the top was fine—a baby-doll collared, long-sleeved nightshirt. The skirt, however, was short, ending at her upper thighs. Her long, white legs looked strong and powerful.

Deng Li sighed, thinking to herself, “This will have to do. It can cover most of the tattoo.”

But why did the nightgown feel so tight? It was constricting her chest.

After drying her hair, Deng Li carefully went back to her meticulously made bed on the floor. To avoid disturbing Song Chisui, she had chosen a corner near the wall.

She lay on her “bed,” tucked in the blanket, and stayed there quietly.

Song Chisui was asleep. In the moonlight, the wound on her eye was even more visible, like red ink splashed on white paper. Deng Li’s heart ached for her. At this age, she should have been playing and shopping with her friends on campus. Now, not only were her legs disabled, but her face wasn’t even whole.

Even the most hateful person has a sad story.

After some time, Song Chisui finally fell asleep.

In her dream, the same disgusting scene replayed. She was lying on the bed, watching as Deng Li and another woman mocked her.

The devil’s hand finally reached for her.

“Sui Sui, it’s your turn now.”

She shuddered and woke up with a start.

When she woke up, the sky was just beginning to lighten. Before she even opened her eyes, she felt something cold on her eye. A pungent medicinal scent reached her nose, and a soft voice sounded in her ear.

“Why did she have to hit you so hard?”

It was Deng Li, putting medicine on her eye.

Author’s Note:

Deng Li: What makes you think I’m scared of her?

Next second: How to get a tattoo removed to earn affection.