After Transmigrating into the Scum Wife of a Disabled Black Moonlight (GL) - Chapter 6

The warm, white forearm was revealed, and the once-nauseating rattlesnake tattoo was gone. The skin was raised and slightly red, a testament to the shape of the rattlesnake that had once spread from the back of her hand up to her upper arm.

Song Chisui blinked, a hint of disbelief in her eyes.

She actually got her tattoo removed?

She remembered when they first met. Deng Li helped her onto her wheelchair, and her left arm gently brushed against her cheek. Song Chisui had looked at it closely and was startled by the dark, black tattoo.

It was too ugly.

As their dates and relationship progressed, Song Chisui naturally couldn’t stand the messy, black thing on her skin. To be a bad person didn’t depend on how big or how black the tattoo on one’s hand was, but rather on how black one’s heart was.

Skin should be fair, clean, and refreshing.

“I need to talk to you about something.”

Deng Li pushed her under the dense camphor trees. A gentle breeze blew, and the lake shimmered, reflecting Deng Li’s smooth, clear profile.

“What is it?”

Song Chisui was silent for a moment. “I’m afraid… you won’t agree.”

Deng Li stopped the wheelchair next to a redwood chair. She turned and held Song Chisui’s armrests, her face full of affection. “I’ll agree to anything you want, Sui Sui.”

She put on a good act, but the purity in her eyes revealed a look of flattery. Song Chisui held her gaze for a moment before turning her head away. She said in a soft, delicate voice, “Before we get married, could you get the tattoo on your arm removed?”

Deng Li released her armrests and leaned back slightly. “Why?”

“It scares me.” It’s disgusting to look at.

Her eyelashes lowered, and she put on an innocent expression. Her doe-like eyes glanced from side to side. After a long silence, she seemed to get her answer…

“Sui Sui, I can do anything else, but this rattlesnake tattoo… I’m afraid I can’t.”

“Is that so.” Song Chisui’s heart sank. So this fake rich person still has something she must protect. How ridiculous.

“It’s okay. I was just asking.”

The memory flashed away. Looking at the tattoo that had been removed, Song Chisui couldn’t understand. Something she once cherished so much was now gone in an instant. She glanced again, seeing Deng Li’s slightly red back under her thin white shirt. She was close, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and she gave off a unique scent of disinfectant.

So she spent the whole day getting the tattoo removed.

“Here, Xiao Sui, eat more.” A spoonful of egg custard was placed on her pearl-white rice. Song Chisui looked into her eyes. Just a quick glance, and she felt that her gaze was different from before.

Deng Li met her gaze, and her eyes seemed to get stuck. Up close, Song Chisui’s beauty was flawless. Even though she didn’t need to see anyone at home, she was wearing light makeup. A faint blush on her pale skin gave her a bit of color.

Deng Li’s gaze suddenly dropped. Song Chisui was wearing a white, doll-collared tulle dress with a white bow tied around her neck, which made her swan-like neck appear even more slender and long. The chest had a large ruffled design, and the waist was cinched to show off her slender waist and shapely hips.

Then there were her two thin, pale, and weak legs, quietly hidden under the wide tulle skirt, with only half of them visible.

They looked so healthy, yet they had been given a death sentence.

Deng Li took a deep breath.

Song Chisui’s slender white hand rested on her leg, and her leg subconsciously shrank back.

The rice was served. As soon as she took a bite, a large blue screen popped up in her mind.

“Congratulations, Host! You have successfully gained 10 positive points.”

“…System, you didn’t calculate that wrong, did you? I was in pain all day. How is it only 10 points?”

The system: “Cough, cough, this is a gradual process. The Host needs to be patient, proceed cautiously, and face the future positively.”

10 points it is. It’s better than a negative score.

So the question was, at this rate, when would she accumulate 10,000 points?

After dinner, Song Chisui was taken by the butler to wash up and rest, while Deng Li went for a walk.

She came here yesterday and didn’t even know what the villa’s layout was like.

The life of the rich is simple, unpretentious, and boring. Deng Li walked on the million-dollar floor tiles, taking light steps, afraid that one wrong step would cost her a month’s salary.

Her fingers gently stroked the white marble on the corridor. There were orchids and bamboo carved into it, looking very realistic.

“System, this must be very expensive.”

“This is called white marble. It’s much more expensive than the tiles you’re stepping on.”

She quickly let go, walked to a pine tree, and plucked a small branch to chew on. “The life of the rich is truly different.”

“Isn’t it? Not just what you see and hear. The large chandelier in the living room, the dining table, the chairs, and even the bowls and spoons are all made of top-tier, rare materials.”

The system continued its brainwashing. “So, isn’t it a blessing that I chose you for this world?”

“A blessing? Do you want this blessing? I need to have a life to enjoy it.”

“Host, you have a goal of 100 million. Once you complete the mission, you’ll have plenty of money to spend. What’s a little suffering now?”

Deng Li pondered and nodded. “So I can buy a house like this in my original world too?”

“Cough, cough, you can’t. This house is worth 100 million.”

Deng Li: “That’s fine. I like these pine trees. They’re quiet and cool. I’ll take a few back then.”

System: “…These pine trees are worth 500,000 yuan each.”

She took a breath. “Actually, I think orange and loquat trees are pretty good. They give you fruit every year. Pine trees are not practical. They’re just for show.”

I quit.

As a money-grubber, how could she spend 500,000 yuan on one tree? The life of the rich was beyond her imagination. Before she left, she plucked a few pine needles and felt at ease as she headed back to her room.

The saying goes, “Instead of envying the fish in the abyss, it’s better to go home and weave a net.” It was time to go find Song Chisui and start the “intimate” missions.

It was just skin-on-skin contact. She could do it.

In the huge villa, the living room had already been tidied up, and the lights were turned off, leaving only one room lit up in a corner on the second floor. According to the butler, Song Chisui liked darkness, so she rarely went out during the day and turned off the lights at night, maintaining a sense of solemnity and austerity.

So young, and she was already on the wrong path. If she constantly dealt with darkness, how could her heart ever see the light?

Deng Li tiptoed to the second floor, following the light. She found a Chinese-style study.

Song Chisui had her back to her, practicing calligraphy. From a distance, Deng Li could see four large characters “厚德載物” (Virtue Carries All Things) hanging on the wall above her.

Chunmei was half-kneeling in front of her, covering her mouth, letting out a soft sob. “Miss, what are you going to do these next few days?”

Her voice wasn’t quiet, so it wasn’t a secret.

Deng Li strode forward, her face filled with concern. “What’s wrong?”

Chunmei immediately wiped away her tears, stood up, and straightened her blue and white butler’s uniform.

Song Chisui’s slender, tender, bamboo-shoot-like fingers tapped the armrest, and her wheelchair slowly turned around.

She had already washed up and changed into a white silk satin nightgown. The long sleeves and long skirt only revealed her pale ankles.

Her hair was half-wet. After washing off her makeup, her face was as pale and bloodless as cold white marble, and her eyes were even colder.

Deng Li thought she had said too much and shouldn’t have asked.

Chunmei quickly said, “Madam, my mother passed away, and I have to go back for the funeral. It will take about three to five days, and I’m worried about what Miss’s daily life will be like.”

In the novel, Chunmei was Song Chisui’s personal butler, taking care of her, from dressing her to bathing her.

“Eating is fine; the chefs can just make the food and bring it up. But…”

Chunmei couldn’t bring herself to say it.

Song Chisui lowered her head, her voice calm. “It’s fine. I can take care of myself.”

Chunmei: “How can that be? Miss, you’ve never had to do things on your own. If…”

“It’s okay. I’ll take care of Xiao Sui.” Deng Li rubbed her fingers together, a grin almost splitting her face.

With Chunmei the butler gone, she could take care of her food, clothes, and daily life. This would inevitably lead to skin-to-skin contact, and her positive value would skyrocket. This was great.

She was one step closer to her goal of 100 million.

She knelt down, facing Song Chisui, and looked at Chunmei. “Don’t worry. Go attend your mother’s funeral. Now that Xiao Sui and I are married, it’s my job to take care of her.”

Then, she turned back and patted Song Chisui’s shoulder. “Wife, just let her go.”

Song Chisui’s eyes were a dark color, showing no sign of happiness or sadness. Her ascetic, thin lips parted slightly. “Let’s do that.”

With that, she coldly wheeled her chair out.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Chunmei stood behind her, a smile on her face. “Then I’ll have to trouble you, Madam.”

Deng Li quickly waved her hand. “No trouble at all. I should be thanking you.”

Before the butler left, she specifically told Deng Li about Song Chisui’s daily routine: three meals a day, which the kitchen would make and send up. She rarely drank water, or almost never. She had to go to the bathroom before going to bed and after waking up, and she preferred to do it by herself.

Deng Li’s main responsibility was to help her dress and bathe.

Since she couldn’t use her legs, someone had to carry her into the bathtub. She also took very long baths. She had to change into new clothes every day and match them with her makeup and jewelry. After this, she would return to her study to read.

Deng Li listened as she walked. The butler had truly handed over all the responsibilities to her.

She reached the third floor, and the butler pointed to a room. “Madam, I don’t know if Miss has told you, but the last room on this floor is a place you must not enter. It holds all of Miss’s treasures.”

Treasures?

Following the corridor, she saw a vermilion wooden door and a cold, white marble wall. All the lights were broken, and the air was dark and sinister…

It’s probably where Song Chisui keeps the tools she’ll use to dismember me.

She smiled and nodded. “I understand.”

That night, Song Chisui was already in bed, her pale face buried in her thick, black hair, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Where should I start?

Deng Li was holding a cup of hot honey water. She gently pushed the door open. “Xiao Sui, are you thirsty?”

Song Chisui didn’t move. She just looked at her.

The butler had been sent away. Now she would see what Deng Li was really up to.

Under the blanket, her thumb was pressed against the ruby wedding ring, and the needle in the hidden compartment was moving in and out.

Deng Li stood at the door and cleared her throat. “I’m coming in.”

Author’s Note:

Deng Li: Wife, let’s get close! Let me touch your little face and hands.

Song Chisui: I dare you to come closer!