After Transmigrating into the Scum Wife of a Disabled Black Moonlight (GL) - Chapter 4

After a long night, Deng Li finally lay down to rest on her several-square-meter cashmere floor rug. The bruise on the girl’s eye was all she could see, whether her eyes were open or closed.

The longer she stayed, wouldn’t the girl hate her even more?

No, no, no. She sat up to find medicine to treat the bruise.

Song Chisui had always been frail and sickly. She was often bullied at school and would come home with bruises. So, the family had a ready supply of medicines for sprains and bruises.

Thanks to the meticulous and kind butler, Chunmei, who got up in the middle of the night to find her the medicine.

“It’s a good thing you came back. Otherwise, Miss Song usually doesn’t let us put medicine on her.”

Chunmei spoke with a heavy heart.

Deng Li carried the ointment and asked as she walked, “Why?”

Chunmei: “Miss Song says she wants to remember those injuries and the people who caused them. She doesn’t want to get better and forget the pain. So, when she gets hurt, as long as the skin isn’t broken, she just leaves it.”

“…” She’s a ruthless person, tough on herself.

After thanking the butler, she returned to the room. It was almost dawn.

A crimson glow appeared in the east. Deng Li didn’t dare turn on the lights, afraid of disturbing Song Chisui. She mixed the ointment in the light of the morning glow.

The ointment was quickly mixed and had a pungent smell.

She glanced at the frail person on the bed, who looked thin and pitiful. Her face was nestled in the pillow, her bangs parted, revealing a full forehead. Her eyes were tightly closed, and it was the perfect time to apply the medicine.

Song Chisui’s breathing was very faint, almost inaudible.

Such people are usually light sleepers. Deng Li walked softly, carrying the bowl of ointment to the side of the bed. She slowly sat down, and her body sank an inch into the mattress.

The bed is so soft, much more comfortable than her cashmere rug.

Deng Li dipped a cotton swab into the ointment, gently leaned down, and after seeing the bruise on the girl’s eye, she delicately applied the medicine.

“Why did she hit you so hard?” she murmured to herself.

As she applied the medicine, she watched her movements. “She won’t wake up, will she?”

As soon as she spoke, Song Chisui’s long eyelashes trembled slightly, her brows furrowed, and she let out a groan of discomfort.

Deng Li’s hand paused. Did it hurt?

She leaned closer and gently blew on her eye socket.

A little blow will make the pain go away.

Feeling the warmth on her face, Song Chisui could no longer hold back and slowly opened her eyes.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she was met with a pair of dark, bright eyes. The other person was so close, only a hand’s width away. Her red lips were pouted, and the curve of her upper lip was like a plump, small ball of flesh.

Seeing that she was awake, Deng Li stopped blowing. “Are you awake?”

Song Chisui turned her eyes away and moved her head, avoiding her. She had just had a dream, and the disgust for Deng Li lingered. In the dream, Deng Li forcefully kissed her, prying her lips open with a domineering mix of cigarette and alcohol breath, making it hard for her to breathe.

“What are you doing?”

“Applying medicine for you.”

Song Chisui reached out to touch it, but Deng Li blocked her hand with her wrist. “Hey, hey, don’t touch it. I just applied the medicine.”

The girl was stunned for a moment. Her watery eyes flickered with suspicion, staring straight at her. “Putting on a hypocritical act for whom?”

Since she hit her, why bother to help her?

Deng Li sighed. “I really didn’t mean it.”

Song Chisui: “But you also said you would bring other women back to show me.”

Heaven is my witness, that wasn’t me! “That was nonsense I said when I was drunk. I came back, didn’t I?”

Song Chisui gave a cold, faint laugh that was like a sharp, penetrating blade echoing through the room.

“If it weren’t for my grandfather, I would divorce you immediately.”

Song Chisui’s grandfather was seriously ill. The family fortune was to be inherited by the Song sisters. Her sister was mentally unstable, and she was disabled. If she didn’t find a reliable person to rely on, she might not live much longer, and her assets would be taken by her second uncle and first aunt.

Getting married at this time was also to fulfill the old man’s wish.

Deng Li’s heart settled down. “Exactly. We can’t let the elderly worry about our affairs. School starts in a few days, and your grandfather is also coming to see you off. You can’t show up with a swollen eye.”

A few words were enough to convince Song Chisui.

Her lips pursed, and her long eyelashes lowered, casting a beautiful shadow on her face.

Knowing she was given an opening, Deng Li took the cotton swab and gently moved it toward her face. “It’s a little cold. Bear with it.”

Song Chisui closed her eyes and tilted her head back slightly.

“I haven’t forgiven you,” she said, biting her lip.

“I know,” Deng Li said, gently dabbing her eye socket, trying to get every inch of skin to absorb the ointment.

Song Chisui continued, “Once Grandpa’s health stabilizes, we’ll agree to a divorce after a while. Don’t worry, I’ll give you half of the family fortune.”

Deng Li let out a snicker, not daring to say a word.

“I’m not after your money.”

“Then what do you want?”

Her small red lips were moist, and she spoke as if biting her words.

Song Chisui opened her eyes and looked at her directly.

“I…” Deng Li feigned sincerity. “Xiao Sui, have you forgotten our promise? We said we would get together, cultivate our feelings, and face future storms together.”

Face future storms? You’re the one who brought the storms. Song Chisui was silent for a moment. “After yesterday, I no longer trust you.”

“Whether you trust me or not, you have to believe that I like you.”

Deng Li’s face didn’t turn red or her heart beat faster as she lied. She even took the opportunity to gently and boldly touch her bangs, using her fingers to part her hair and her thumb to lightly touch her cold forehead.

Song Chisui looked up and her body recoiled slightly.

“It was covering your eye…” Deng Li explained.

With that, she turned to find a red bow hairpin, ready to pin up her hair.

“I’ll do it myself.”

Song Chisui held out her hand, refusing any further contact from Deng Li.

“Oh.”

The red hairpin fell into her palm.

After applying the medicine, Deng Li quickly retreated to a safe distance.

A moment later, a string of red text appeared in her mind.

System: Congratulations, Host! Your positive value has increased by 1 point. Your current score is -9 points.

Deng Li smiled. “Hehe, looks like it’s working.”

After a brief laugh, she realized Song Chisui was staring at her as if she were an idiot. She immediately stopped smiling. “I need to go out for a bit if that’s okay.”

The other person narrowed her eyes, turned her head, and said disdainfully, “You’re free to do what you want.”

With permission granted, Deng Li happily changed her clothes.

Song Chisui rubbed her palm and watched her back with utter confusion.

Deng Li stood in front of the closet, leisurely picking out her outfit for the day.

When she was a bodyguard, she liked to wear an all-black or blue suit, her hair neatly pulled back, and a pair of sharp high heels. Any part of her outfit—her pen, her heels, even her tie or belt—could become a weapon in an instant.

She subconsciously reached for a dark-colored suit but paused, then moved her hand to the colorful, red LV suit with the big logo.

The original host, when going out, would definitely flaunt her new wealth like a chicken trying to show off a phoenix’s tail.

Deng Li casually pulled open a drawer. The brilliant gemstones nearly blinded her. Five rings—red, orange, yellow, green, and blue—were all stacked on her left hand. She shook her left hand. It was the most expensive hand in the world.

“Cough, cough.”

Deng Li glanced back and saw a look of ridicule in Song Chisui’s eyes. “Don’t you find that gaudy?”

“No, I don’t. It’s so pretty and colorful.” She raised her left hand, very pleased with her creation.

Alright, that’s enough. It was important that Song Chisui still thought she was the same Deng Li.

She carried the suit and walked into the dressing room. She turned to Song Chisui. “Xiao Sui, I’m going to go change.”

Song Chisui’s face darkened. She gently touched the corner of her eye, her expression trembling slightly.

Deng Li changed her clothes and left.

After the slender figure walked out of the villa, Song Chisui sat in her wheelchair, tapping her fingers on the armrest.

Chunmei sighed. “Madam is so busy.”

Song Chisui’s face was gloomy. She adjusted the direction of her wheelchair. “Let’s go. We need to find out what’s going on.”

At the bar, in the daytime.

The three women were woken up from their sleep and rushed to the private room.

There was a sweet girl in a chiffon dress, a punk girl in a black sequin outfit, and a seductive redhead.

The three of them sat on the sofa, looking at the gloomy Song Chisui in front of them.

“Boss, we did our best. Everything was fine before. She wanted all three of us to sing and play games with her. She drank quite a bit, but then she suddenly changed. She even twisted my hand…”

The redhead complained about Deng Li. “Maybe she doesn’t like our type.”

The other sweet girl touched her chest, her voice timid. “I think she might have been drunk and didn’t know what she was doing. After all, when I was singing with her yesterday, she touched my chest and even gave me a hickey.”

With that, she pulled her collar down to reveal a red mark below her collarbone.

The punk girl with the dark lipstick curled her lips into a smile. “If you ask me, we should have held her back yesterday and not let her leave. Now look, she’s messed up the boss’s plan.”

Song Chisui took a sharp breath and closed her eyes, her face grim. “Did she say anything before she left?”

“She said she was tired and was going home to rest.”

“Oh, and she also grabbed my head and asked me what my conspiracy was.”

Song Chisui’s eyes flew open.

“Could she have figured it out?”

She rubbed her fingers. No, that’s not right. I’m the only one who knows about this, unless these three… Her sharp gaze pierced them like a cold blade. The three women shivered. “Boss, we swear we didn’t say a single word.”

“We wouldn’t dare, not even if you killed us.”

Song Chisui said sternly, “What other reason could there be?”

The three of them immediately shut up, lowering their heads with flushed faces, unable to find any other reason.

“Useless trash.” Her words were like cold water pouring over their heads.

The redhead’s eyes darted around. She tapped her thigh. “Oh, she said one more thing before she left.”

“She said… she said she missed you.” She was going back to be with her wife.

The three women nodded in unison. “Right, she said she missed her wife.”

Song Chisui stared at the floor, a scornful laugh escaping her lips.

Author’s Note:

Deng Li: Good heavens, a plan within a plan! Xiao Song is so evil!