After Transmigrating into the Scum Wife of a Disabled Black Moonlight (GL) - Chapter 5

Three months ago, the grandfather fell seriously ill, and the Song family’s multi-billion dollar fortune was set to go to her and her sister. Since Song Chiqiu was a mental patient, her legal guardian was Song Chisui, so all the money would be hers.

But there were also a covetous uncle and second uncle in the family.

The uncle was fine; the blood relation was distant, and he lived far away. But the second uncle’s family was the most dangerous.

If she didn’t find someone to rely on soon, she would likely be the next one to go after her grandfather.

Having walked a tightrope her whole life, she had already anticipated what would happen in the future and decided to find someone.

“Someone with a messy private life, who seems innocent but is actually foolish, and who is greedy and lustful, but who cannot like disabled people.”

She needed that person to marry into the family to create a new power dynamic or to serve as a scapegoat.

If the chosen one, Deng Li, was lucky, she would get to keep her life. After a certain period, Song Chisui would fake an illness or death, give her a sum of money, and let her flee to a faraway place.

Once the uncle’s family was dead and the second uncle’s family grew old and died, she and her sister’s lives would be safe.

Deng Li fit her requirements perfectly: she was beautiful, greedy, lustful, vain, and pretended to be a rich second-generation heir. She was also foolish, so much so that she didn’t even suspect the hero saves the damsel in distress plot that Song Chisui had meticulously orchestrated.

Furthermore, Deng Li didn’t like disabled people. Her ex was a tall, coquettish, and sexy beauty—mature and witty—so it was only natural that she wouldn’t be interested in Song Chisui. This was perfect.

Deng Li thought she had successfully tricked Song Chisui, not realizing that she was the one who was being manipulated.

With everything in place, the plan began with a staged rescue in a flower garden, successfully trapping the fish in the net.

In just three months, they had met in a flower garden, gone on a boat trip, and gotten engaged at a Western restaurant. From strangers to a very compatible couple.

A favorable date was chosen for the wedding.

Everything was going according to plan, and Song Chisui was very satisfied.

But last night, Deng Li showed her true colors. Not only did she hit her, but she also threatened to bring someone back to show her. In her subsequent dream, she clearly felt Deng Li was genuinely tormenting her. The unpleasant smell of alcohol was overpowering her, and her legs were held over Deng Li’s shoulders.

She had never been so humiliated.

It felt too real…

But the person who left yesterday came back?

The only explanation was that her plan had been exposed by Deng Li.

Impossible. Deng Li wasn’t that smart.

She missed her? Even more impossible.

She couldn’t figure it out in a short time, so she could only wait and see.

••••

Deng Li confidently chose a tattoo shop with a five-star rating. Every customer who had been there said it didn’t hurt.

As soon as she arrived, she saw people with tattoos going in and out. There were men and women, all smiling as they went in and leaving with long faces.

Is this place reliable?

As she was doubting, someone put an arm around her shoulder. “Deng Li, why did you run off so fast last night?”

Deng Li turned around. The woman was right in front of her, with a pair of huge, mischievous eyes. Her face was sweet and pretty, and she had a lively personality. She was as tall as Deng Li and wore a dark, Balenciaga outfit with a very eye-catching logo. She had a high ponytail and shaved temples… She had an audacious personality, just the type Deng Li would hang out with.

This person must be Duan Tiantian, whom she had made plans with. When she heard Deng Li wanted to get her tattoo removed, Duan Tiantian was more excited than she was, saying she wanted to witness her pain and record it to post online for everyone to see.

Deng Li had warned her that if she posted a video, their friendship was over.

In the original book, Duan Tiantian’s part was very minor. She disappeared after Deng Li’s death, but she seemed like a good person. She had once advised Deng Li not to bully Xiao Sui.

She was probably a good person.

Deng Li didn’t object to her coming.

The two chatted as they walked inside.

The tattoo shop was dark, with a black-and-white color scheme. The walls were filled with the tattoo artists’ works—animals, text, and special symbols.

The smell of disinfectant was pungent, and the lighting was dim. Deng Li was told to lie down on a small, black leather bench.

Duan Tiantian sat beside her, like a guardian waiting for a patient to go into surgery.

“Why do you want to get it removed? The rattlesnake is so cool.”

“Xiao Sui doesn’t like it.”

Deng Li tilted her head back. “She looks at it with fear and won’t get close to me.”

Duan Tiantian blinked. “Oh, don’t tell me you really like Song… that Second Miss now. You said it was just a marriage of convenience, that you didn’t have feelings for her, and that you’d still come out and have fun with me. But you left without even having fun yesterday and went back in a hurry.”

It seemed Duan Tiantian knew a lot. Deng Li laughed awkwardly. “I’m turning over a new leaf.”

At that moment, the tattoo artist walked toward her, holding an unknown tool.

Duan Tiantian changed her position and continued to chat with Deng Li. “If you ask me, Miss Song is truly beautiful. She’s also very gentle and kind, and her family is rich. It’s just a shame about her legs… sigh, heaven is jealous of beautiful people. It’s like the missing arms of the Venus de Milo. Beautiful things are never perfect.”

Deng Li couldn’t imagine how she connected the Venus de Milo to Song Chisui, but she was indeed a flawed beauty.

Even though she was still young and slightly underdeveloped due to her leg condition, her facial features and skin were flawless.

The tattoo artist was ready. A pair of cold hands pressed on her waist. “You’ll have to take off your clothes.”

Deng Li nodded. “Okay, please be gentle.”

Since all the customers said it didn’t hurt, she didn’t think much of it.

She replied to Duan Tiantian, “The way you put it, I do feel sorry for her.”

Duan Tiantian squatted down. “Right? But don’t be sad. Her being disabled means she can’t cheat on you. Even if she wanted to, she wouldn’t have the strength. She’s much better than your ex, and she’s also innocent and kind.”

…

I had an ex? And my ex cheated on me?

Duan Tiantian: “Sigh, I just want you to move on. Your girlfriend left you, and I thought you got married in a rush because you were angry. It looks like your heart doesn’t hurt anymore.”

…

Deng Li’s brows furrowed. What was this all about? Even the tattoo artist, who was listening to the gossip, had forgotten to start the tattoo removal process.

Deng Li’s face turned red. She looked at the tattoo artist, who was wearing a black mask, with only a pair of sympathetic eyes showing.

She laughed awkwardly. “Teacher, let’s begin.”

At this moment, Duan Tiantian was still asking her, “Doesn’t your heart hurt anymore?”

The tattoo artist began to remove the tattoo. The next second, Deng Li screamed in pain. “It hurts!”

Those five-star reviews must have been paid for. Deng Li wanted to cry. Her back felt as if a thousand ants were biting her.

She clenched her fists, the veins on the back of her hands protruding. A thin layer of sweat immediately covered her face.

Duan Tiantian sighed. “Look at you. Your face is all red just talking about her. You must miss her so much.”

Deng Li: “I don’t miss her. It’s the tattoo removal that hurts.”

Duan Tiantian patted her on the shoulder. “Sigh, you’re so stubborn.” She sounded as if she had seen the truth. “Actually, Miss Song is very nice, well-behaved, and kind.”

Well-behaved? Kind?

Deng Li wanted to cry. If she had to say who was the most evil and ruthless in this book, it was definitely Song Chisui.

In Duan Tiantian’s eyes, Deng Li was the one who willingly went after Song Chisui, but in reality…

A scene suddenly flashed in her mind. The sun was out that day. The original host, Deng Li, was jogging in the park when she heard a thud, followed by a girl’s voice.

“Help!”

Deng Li ran behind the rock garden and saw a girl in a white dress lying on the ground. Her wheelchair was on its side, the wheels spinning wildly in the sun, making a grating sound.

The girl pointed at the wheelchair, her eyes looking pitifully at her. “S-sister, can you help me?”

Deng Li looked at her and saw the girl’s delicate face was half-flushed.

“You’re welcome.”

She helped her up and waited with her for a moment until a Rolls-Royce with a starry sky roof suddenly drove up to her.

From then on, Deng Li became very proactive. She created a fake identity to get close to Song Chisui. Everything was going well, but she didn’t know that she was the one who was the fish on the chopping board.

Song Chisui, Song Chisui. Innocent? You were probably fooled by her pure and ascetic face.

The original host died for a reason, but now she was the owner of this body, and she would be the one to suffer. She shivered uncontrollably, covered in sweat.

After getting the tattoo removed in a hurry, Deng Li, holding to her new persona as a good wife—to be nice to her wife, come home early, and take care of her—headed back home.

Duan Tiantian scolded her for being ungrateful and prioritizing love over friendship. Deng Li replied that there would be plenty of time in the future and that she would see her another day.

Feeling relieved after the tattoo was gone, she rushed back to show Xiao Sui that the tattoo was removed.

However… she rolled up her sleeve and glanced at the red, swollen skin. If she showed her this, she might scare her.

“Money.”

“I’m here, Host.”

“Is there any medicine that can make the skin smooth again? The little girl will be scared if she sees all these scars.”

“Host, your body is still the original host’s. When your positive value reaches a certain level, it will become your own.”

“Do you have any medicine in your store that I can exchange for?” Deng Li scrolled through the screen in her mind and saw a dark bottle.

“Yes, we do, but your positive value isn’t high enough.”

“Okay.” Forget it for now. I’ll show her something when I get back. Every point counts.

After spending the day getting the tattoo removed, it was late when she got home.

In the living room, under a three-meter-long chandelier, Song Chisui was having dinner alone at a narrow, long dining table.

Chunmei, the butler, stood beside her. “Sigh, I thought Miss would have someone to eat with after getting married. I didn’t expect her to still be all alone…”

Deng Li heard this as she reached the door.

“Wife, I’m home!” Deng Li strode inside, took off her red suit, and handed it to Chunmei.

Chunmei gave an awkward smile. “Madam is back.”

A place setting had been left for her at the table. She rolled up her sleeves, sat next to Song Chisui, and said, “Auntie, can you get me a bowl of rice?”

Song Chisui was chewing her rice slowly, her lips slightly pursed.

“Cough, cough.”

The other person didn’t look at her. Deng Li rolled up her sleeve again, put her red arm in front of her, and at the same time, turned the five colorful rings on her fingers. “Ah, I’m so tired.”

Song Chisui didn’t look up.

Deng Li pursed her lips, picked up a spoon with her left hand, and reached for Song Chisui’s bowl of steamed egg custard.

Song Chisui frowned, her gaze glancing in her direction. “Don’t you have your own…?”

Her eyes froze on her arm.

“…?”