After Transmigrating into the Scum Wife of a Disabled Black Moonlight (GL) - Chapter 8

Ding, ding, ding.

Deng Li was woken up by the system.

[Host, time to get up and do your tasks. This is a great opportunity. The early bird gets the worm.]

She jolted upright, running her hands through her messy hair. She remembered that today was the perfect time to do her tasks. She turned to look, and the delicate, sickly beauty sleeping on the bed was nowhere to be found. “Where’s Song Chisui?”

System: “She’s already up.”

No way. Why didn’t she hear a single thing?

The system explained, “Yesterday, you spent the whole day getting your tattoo removed. You used anesthetic and took painkillers, so you were in a deep sleep.”

Deng Li: “That can’t be. When I used to go on missions, I would wake up at the slightest sound.”

System: “Cough, cough, cough. That can only mean that Miss Song is very light on her feet.”

A disabled person not only living independently but also moving around without a sound. She found it eerie.

She got up and washed, then put on a comfy, off-the-shoulder sweater, black pants, and a pair of light slippers. With her hands in her pockets and the sapphire earring on her right side dangling, she casually made her way to the living room on the first floor.

Having been a disciplined person for so long, she didn’t expect that playing the part of a scoundrel would help her find her true self. She longed for freedom.

Under the bright chandelier, Song Chisui sat alone at the dining table. She was wearing a pure white, camellia-collared cotton dress. With her snow-white hand, she held a silver spoon and scooped up some porridge from her bowl.

She seemed to hear footsteps but didn’t look back, continuing to eat her porridge.

Deng Li took large strides toward her. A loud echo filled the room. She pulled out a chair, sat down next to Song Chisui, and said with a smile, “Wife, why are you up so early? Why didn’t you wake me?”

Once seated, her hand naturally rested on the back of Song Chisui’s chair. Her palm was facing her ink-black hair, and she gently stroked it.

Positive value +1, +1, +1, rising fast! Hehe.

Song Chisui glanced sideways, seeing her wide arm wrapped around her. The warmth and woody scent made her uncomfortable. She gave her a wary look.

To be honest, every time Song Chisui looked at her, Deng Li felt a lingering fear. She always felt that the girl’s eyes held a maturity and cunning that didn’t belong to someone her age. The combination of innocence and maturity on one face was truly unsettling.

Reluctantly, she stopped stroking her hair and began to eat her breakfast.

Song Chisui was kind enough not to deny her food, but her attitude remained cold.

Just as she was taking a bite, Song Chisui put down her spoon. With her delicate, white fingers, she took a paper napkin and gently and slowly wiped her cherry-like lips.

“Not eating anymore? You’ve only had one bite of rice.” Deng Li said to her with a mouthful of food.

The other person’s face was sullen and she turned her chair around with a cold, haughty air. “I don’t have much of an appetite.”

The sound of the wheels carried Song Chisui away.

Deng Li gobbled down a couple of bites. “The amount of food she eats isn’t enough to fill a single tooth of mine. No wonder she’s so thin, weak, and sickly. It’s all her own doing.”

She looked at the butler. “Does Madam usually eat so little?”

The butler walked up to her and replied respectfully, “Madam gets up early and doesn’t have a good appetite. She’ll be better later, but she usually doesn’t like to eat.”

Heavy thoughts, doesn’t like to sleep, doesn’t eat.

I hope she doesn’t die before I complete my mission. She cleared her throat. “Make another bowl of tangyuan and bring it to Madam when she feels like eating.”

Butler: “Yes.”

After breakfast, Deng Li went to the third floor.

She remembered clearly that one side was Song Chisui’s forbidden zone, where she couldn’t enter, and the other side was the study.

Song Chisui was about to enter her third year of college and had a placement exam coming up, so she was probably reviewing for it.

She walked to the right, into the large study. It was less of a study and more of a small library. The redwood bookshelves were filled with books, from ancient times to the present. The entire study was bigger than many people’s homes. Deng Li walked softly, following the bookshelves inward. After just a couple of steps, she saw Song Chisui through a gap in the books.

She was so small, her face was small, and her body was small, as if she were surrounded by books. She was sitting in her wheelchair, basking in the sun, reading a book, and biting her nails…

She was very quiet, her eyes moving along the lines of text. Her beautiful eyelashes fluttered, and the corners of her mouth were slightly pursed.

She was engrossed in her reading.

Deng Li couldn’t bear to disturb her. She stood on the other side of the bookshelf, quietly pulled out a book, and sat cross-legged on the floor. The sun shone on her back, warming her like a small stove and slowly driving away the cold in her body.

She turned the pages, letting time flow by in silence.

Sometimes, she thought this was nice.

After about ten minutes, she hadn’t read a single word. Sure enough, I’m not a bookworm.

She looked through the gap in the books again. Song Chisui was pushing her wheelchair, turning around to put a book back.

But the bookshelf was too high. It was easy to take the book down, but putting it back was very difficult.

The height of the wheelchair was at its maximum. She tried to stretch her arm. Her fair sleeve slid down to her elbow. Her elbow joint was like a blooming white camellia. Her arm was like jade, and her fingers were like bamboo shoots. When she exerted herself, even the fragile, purplish veins on the back of her hands protruded.

She was anxiously craning her head back. In the sunlight, her jawline and neck formed a golden arc.

Song Chisui’s face was red, and she was breathing heavily.

She can’t reach.

How pitiful.

Deng Li took two steps forward, reached out, and touched the back of her hand. With a gentle glide, she took the book from her hand and tucked it into the gap.

At that moment, the positive value in her mind soared.

[Congratulations, Host! You have gained 1 positive point.]

She was delighted and wanted more. She pressed her arm against Song Chisui’s arm again. Her warm, white arm and her cold, white arm touched, and the positive value soared once more.

Song Chisui flinched from the warmth of her body, pulled her hand back, and turned to look at her. Her small head was right next to her abdomen.

“Why are you here?”

“I’m here to read.”

Deng Li lowered her arm and said with a grin, “If you can’t put the book back, you can tell me. Why go through all that trouble?”

Song Chisui pursed her thin lips, turning her face away. “You don’t need to get involved.”

“Why not? You’re my wife. If my wife needs help, I’ll always be there for her.”

With that, she patted Song Chisui’s shoulder. “Not just physically. If you need help with your studies, I can help you. For example, if you don’t understand anything in the book you’re reading, you can ask me.”

Deng Li turned to see the book’s title and took a sharp breath, the smile on her face freezing.

Song Chisui gave a cold laugh. “You should worry about yourself.”

With that, she controlled her wheelchair and moved to the other side.

Deng Li shivered and rubbed her eyes, making sure she had indeed just seen “Human Anatomy.”

Hehe.

Cold sweat broke out on her forehead. How am I supposed to get positive points now?

The morning passed quickly. In the afternoon, she was in the backyard, watching the fish and flowers. Because she was a little scared, she held back and didn’t do anything to Song Chisui. In the evening, when it was time for a bath, Deng Li suddenly had an idea.

She thoughtfully prepared a nightgown, soap, and a towel and placed them at the door. She said to her with a wide grin, “Xiao Sui, you can’t use your legs, so big sister will help you with your bath.”

Song Chisui’s face was sullen. “No need.”

Deng Li: “You can bathe yourself?”

Song Chisui: “Of course.” She couldn’t walk, but she could mostly take care of herself, even if it took some time.

She was a little disbelieving. “How do you do it?”

She genuinely didn’t know.

Song Chisui adjusted a remote control, and a pink stool with drainage holes and armrests descended from the ceiling. That was the chair she used to bathe.

There was also a bathtub that was designed to be at the same height as her wheelchair, so she could just slide onto it.

Even so, Deng Li felt a surge of pity.

At that moment, the system popped up: [Go for it! If you help her bathe, you’ll get more positive points.]

Deng Li: “Money, you don’t get it. At this moment, I need to respect her.”

Even though she wanted to complete her task, she felt more sympathy for the child.

Song Chisui went into the bathroom and closed the door, making a sound from inside.

Deng Li was stunned for a moment. She could see the person’s silhouette as she moved from the wheelchair to the shower chair. It was difficult, and she almost fell, but Deng Li didn’t help. Perhaps this was the side of Song Chisui she didn’t want anyone to see.

Song Chisui was independent, headstrong, and patient, so she naturally wanted to bathe with dignity.

After a while, the sound of water stopped.

Song Chisui wheeled herself out, wearing a silk nightgown and a hair turban.

She was steaming, her face as pale as a peeled, hard-boiled egg. She said, “I’m done.”

Deng Li stood up. “I’ll carry you to bed.”

“No need.”

“I’ll blow-dry your hair.”

“I can do it myself.”

In that case, she had no chance to complete her tasks.

It looks like I’ll have to wait until she falls asleep.

The night passed. Deng Li didn’t stay up long enough for her to fall asleep and ended up falling asleep first herself.

She was woken up by the system.

A message appeared in her mind: “Warning, warning, Host! Because your positive value has been low for the past two days, you’ll be penalized with a point deduction if you don’t get some skin contact. Once the point deduction reaches its limit, you will lose your life.”

Deng Li was shocked awake. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

System: “Um…”

In the early morning, Song Chisui was sound asleep, her face flushed a pale pink. If I reach out and touch her, nothing will happen, right?

She bravely reached out her hand, but then felt a murderous intent in the air. She pulled her hand back, then reached out again, making a rustling sound. Just as her fingertips were about to touch Song Chisui’s nose, a pair of crystalline eyes opened.

“…” I wish I could explain myself.

At that moment, a knock came from the door. “Miss Song, are you awake?”

It was the butler’s voice, and she sounded like she was in a hurry.

Song Chisui, still shaken, glared at her but didn’t answer.

A moment later, there was another urgent knock. “Sui Sui, it’s Grandpa. I’m coming in.”

The door was about to be pushed open.

Deng Li’s eyes widened. At this moment, she was sleeping on the floor. If her grandfather saw her…

In less than two seconds, she quickly grabbed her pillow and blanket, threw them onto the bed, and slid her body into the soft blankets, pulling Song Chisui tightly against her.

Song Chisui’s eyes were wide with hostility.

Deng Li put a finger to her lips. “Shh. Don’t you want your grandfather to see us sleeping in separate beds?”

Song Chisui hesitated for a moment.

Deng Li smiled and hugged her head, pressing it against her chest. “Be a good girl.”

At that moment, the door was pushed open.

Song Chisui’s nose was blocked, and she held her breath, pretending to be asleep.

The next second, her positive value shot up by 50 points!

Author’s Note:

Deng Li: Thank you, Grandpa!

Song Chisui: Grandpa, you’re the worst!