After Transmigrating into the Scum Wife of a Disabled Black Moonlight (GL) - Chapter 9

Song Chisui was petite. One of Deng Li’s arms could completely wrap around her. Even though they had been sleeping all night, her body only had a faint warmth, and her cheeks were unusually cold. Her small, straight nose was pressed against Deng Li’s skin, cold as a knife’s edge.

Even without looking at her, Deng Li could feel the killing intent in her black eyes under her bangs.

Deng Li’s heart involuntarily quickened its pace.

Long, curly eyelashes brushed against her collarbone, causing a tingling sensation. She looked down and saw that the girl’s face was already flushed and burning, her eyes filled with a murderous intent.

Ugh… I was too reckless. Will this lone wolf try to assassinate me in the future?

Between dying from a failed mission and being assassinated by Song Chisui, she chose the latter. She was confident that with her quick wit and agile body, she could survive.

Deng Li gave her a helpless smile, then closed her eyes and rested her chin on the top of her head, avoiding eye contact.

As long as I don’t look her in the eyes, I won’t see them. As long as I don’t see those eyes, I won’t be afraid, and I can complete my mission with peace of mind.

[Congratulations, Host! You’ve gained 1 more point.]

The “+1” in her mind kept lighting up, and the corner of Deng Li’s mouth curled up.

She took a deep breath. The scent of a very proud camellia flower filled her nostrils.

The camellia, with its proud and pure appearance, was very similar to Song Chisui.

Extremely abstinent, with a light fragrance that never attracts attention. It grows with an arrogant beauty, putting on a perfect display whether anyone is watching or not. It doesn’t wilt until the moment it falls.

Song Chisui was almost out of breath. She slowly raised her hand, touched Deng Li’s side, and tilted her head back, pulling away from the scorching skin. She gasped for air.

Deng Li is a pervert.

At that moment, the door opened, and a silver cane entered the room. The old man took two steps inside and saw his granddaughter and her new wife sleeping in each other’s arms.

“Cough, cough.”

Song Suiying almost forgot that his granddaughter had just gotten married and was in her honeymoon phase. He quickly turned around and used his cane to shoo away the people at the door. “Go away, all of you.”

At this point, Song Shunjun, Li Ling, and Song Tianfu had all seen the scene on the bed.

Song Shunjun was Song Chisui’s second uncle, and he had come with Song Suiying to visit her.

Song Tianfu immediately covered his eyes. “Second Sister is…”

Li Ling shushed him. “Don’t say anything. Your second sister isn’t awake yet.”

Song Suiying walked out, gently closed the door, and led the others away. “Their relationship is quite good.”

Song Shunjun immediately said, “Dad, don’t be fooled. Xiao Sui was tricked because she’s young and innocent, but we can see clearly that there’s something wrong with Deng Li. She must be here to trick Xiao Sui out of her family fortune.”

The family fortune isn’t important. What’s important is that Xiao Sui likes her. Before they got married, Song Suiying had looked into it. Deng Li wasn’t an honest person, but since their feelings were so deep, as a grandfather, he couldn’t stop his granddaughter from doing what she liked.

He said casually, “Whether she’s good or not, you shouldn’t ask. Although you’re her second uncle, that blood relation doesn’t mean anything.” The old man didn’t say the next part of his thought, which was that since Song Chisui was now married, her interests were tied to Deng Li’s, so it was none of his business.

Song Shunjun was speechless for a moment. He looked at Li Ling with a cold face.

At the top of the stairs, Song Suiying was leaning on the butler’s arm. He turned and pointed his cane at Song Shunjun. “Instead of meddling in others’ business, you should look at yourself. The new company you invested in is losing money again. And you,” he said, pointing at Li Ling, “are just a socialite. And you,” he said, pointing at Song Tianfu, “I heard you’re last in your math class. If you don’t get into a good school, how can the Song family rely on you?”

The small, dark-skinned boy in front of him touched his head. “Grandpa, I know I was wrong. I’ll work hard from now on.”

Song Suiying’s face was grim for a moment. He then turned to the butler, his tone much gentler. “Tell Xiao Sui and Xiao Li that they should get up. It’s not good to sleep for too long.”

Butler: “Yes, Chairman.”

After they left, Deng Li was still holding Song Chisui, unwilling to let go. After all, the longer she held her, the more positive value she would gain. She shamelessly hugged the girl, pretending not to know that they had left. She subconsciously slid her foot over to touch Song Chisui’s cold toes.

[Congratulations, Host! You’ve gained 1 more positive point.]

Hehe.

The corners of her mouth curled up involuntarily. Her eyes were filled with “$$$” signs, which were getting brighter and more numerous, like stars.

Song Chisui glared at her. “Let go.”

Deng Li came to her senses. Her eyes looked down, and she reached out to touch the top of Song Chisui’s head. She gestured toward her chest. “Your height is just right for my chest.”

Song Chisui: “So what?”

Deng Li laughed. “It’s cute.”

The next second, a sharp pain shot through her waist. Deng Li groaned in pain and quickly let go of her, rolling off the bed and onto the floor.

A dull thud sounded on the floor. Deng Li’s face twisted as she looked at her. “You’re trying to kill me.”

She looked at her waist and saw red marks from her fingernails.

She’s so young. Why does she know how to pinch people like this?

Song Chisui looked at her. “Who told you to hug me?”

She slowly sat up, her face flushed and her breathing heavy.

Deng Li touched her chest. The place where Song Chisui had been resting was covered in a thin layer of sweat.

“Xiao Sui, you’re my wife. We agreed to nurture our relationship. Why can’t I hug you? Or are you shy? Or have you never been hugged like this before?”

Song Chisui looked at her from the corner of her eye. She grabbed a pillow, about to throw it at her, but she calmed down. Her eyes stared at Deng Li’s tank top. She curled her lips into a cold sneer. “Shy? With a figure as ordinary as yours?”

Deng Li looked down at herself. Oh, right. The original owner’s chest was too small. She used to have an S-shaped, very womanly figure.

She cleared her throat awkwardly. “I can work on it.”

Song Chisui looked at her and found it ridiculous. Her gaze immediately turned cold. This person is probably a pervert.

Just then, the butler knocked on the door.

“Miss Song, the chairman said it’s not good to sleep for too long and that you should come down for a meal.”

“I know.” Song Chisui took a deep breath. “We should go down immediately.”

Deng Li scratched her head, glancing at Song Chisui.

When she was on the bed just now, she thought she heard other voices besides the old man’s.

As she was thinking, a message popped up from the system.

[Host, you’re not wrong. There were four people in total: Song Chisui’s grandfather and her second uncle’s family. They came to investigate your relationship.]

The second uncle’s family was a threat. They strongly disapproved of Song Chisui’s marriage to her, so they brought the old man along to surprise them.

Deng Li made a tsk sound. “It’s a good thing I reacted quickly. If they had seen me sleeping on the floor, I would have been exposed.”

Since Song Chisui didn’t want her help, it took a long time for her to get ready. By the time they went downstairs, half an hour had passed.

Deng Li pushed Song Chisui into the living room. The others were already sitting at the dining table. Breakfast was ready, but no one had touched their chopsticks; they were all waiting for them.

Song Chisui smiled and greeted them. “Grandpa, why are you here?”

“What, can’t Grandpa come?” Song Suiying looked her up and down.

“Grandpa, you’re frail. You should rest at home more.”

Song Suiying’s face was covered in wrinkles, his hair was gray, and he was wearing a vest over a shirt, a denim hat, and reading glasses. He held a cane in his hand and looked like an old-school official. “After you got married, the weight on my heart was lifted, and I feel much better.”

Song Chisui smiled and greeted the other three. “Second Uncle, Auntie, Little Brother Song.”

“Hello, Second Sister. Hello, Sister Li.”

Deng Li also greeted them. They had met at the wedding and even had drinks together, so she naturally had to pretend they were old friends.

After they sat down, she ate while observing the three people across from her: Song Shunjun, Li Ling, and Song Tianfu.

In the original book, Song Shunjun was outwardly refined but was actually a vulgar philanderer. Li Ling was a dancer who worked at nightclubs. She became a “phoenix” by hooking up with the Song family and gave birth to the thin, dark-skinned Song Tianfu. The couple worked together to plot against the Song family’s inheritance, using many cruel methods to harm Song Chisui.

Their ultimate fate was to be locked in a garage and starved to death.

Song Chisui’s usual method was to make sure there was no evidence left behind.

As for Song Tianfu, although he didn’t do anything wrong, Song Chisui believed in cutting the grass to the root, so she didn’t spare him. His death was simple: he was poisoned by carbon monoxide while boiling tea at home.

Tsk, tsk, tsk. The people sitting across from her were just like her: desperate outlaws.

Thinking of Song Chisui’s ruthless methods, she couldn’t help but turn to look at her, a sense of fear creeping in.

Song Suiying saw Deng Li staring at Song Chisui with a look of fear. Could she be afraid of her wife? It’s good that Xiao Sui has her in line.

He cleared his throat. “Xiao Li, what have you been up to lately?”

Deng Li came to her senses and stirred the porridge in her bowl. “Grandpa, I don’t have a job yet.”

The original owner was useless and uneducated. She would quit any job after a couple of days and spent her days loafing around and scamming people.

Li Ling chuckled. “You graduated from a third-tier university, and it’s been three years. Haven’t you found a job yet?”

Before Deng Li could reply, Song Shunjun spoke. “Her parents are coal bosses. She doesn’t need to work. Besides, she’s married into our Song family. Why would she need a job? The money is endless.”

So the passive-aggressiveness is out in the open now?

Deng Li put down her spoon and leaned back. “I’ve been working on a project recently, so I don’t have to work a regular job.”

“Also, my projects won’t lose money. Even though I don’t make as much, they’re recession-proof, unlike Second Uncle’s construction investments. You might earn a lot, but you also lose a lot, right?”

Song Shunjun’s recent investments had all lost money. Being called out by Deng Li in front of the old man, he lost face instantly.

After saying that, Deng Li smiled and started to drink her porridge.

Song Suiying glared at him and then looked at Deng Li. “I was thinking, if you’re not busy… School is starting soon for Sui Sui. As her wife, you should go to her parent-teacher conference.”

Deng Li now understood that the old man didn’t dislike her.

“Since you’re so busy with your career…”

She quickly waved her hands. “I’m not busy, not busy. I have time for this.”

With that, she smiled and reached out, putting her arm around the small person eating beside her. Her thumb lightly touched her hair, and she gave it a gentle rub. “From now on, I’ll be in charge of picking up and dropping off Xiao Sui at school.”

Song Chisui bumped against her. Her pupils widened. She slightly turned her head and saw Deng Li smiling at her, even reaching out to tuck a stray hair behind her ear. “Xiao Sui, what do you think?”

Deng Li’s warm thumb brushed against her earlobe.

She suppressed her anger and forced a smile. “Okay.”