A Straight Wife Fallen from the Sky - Chapter 10

Sang Zhancheng poked her for the first time.

The force was very light, no different from a mosquito bite; Mu Jiahui didn’t even knit her brows.

The texture was alright—not as good as the three Sang sisters, but quite soft.

Sang Zhancheng poked a few more times, her technique gradually becoming bolder.

Mu Jiahui was sleeping very deeply.

She had always been this way, possessing excellent sleep quality; small movements were unlikely to wake her. It was precisely because of this that if she slept alone, she had to lock the doors and windows tight and place something that would make a loud noise if knocked over by the door or window, just in case.

Poking was fun, and pinching was fun too.

Sister Mu really is more fun when she’s asleep.

Seeing that Mu Jiahui didn’t wake up even when she applied more force, Sang Zhancheng grew emboldened. Not only did she lean in very close, but she also began to knead Mu Jiahui’s face quite frantically.

One moment she brushed against her eyelashes, the next she touched the tip of her nose, treating Mu Jiahui entirely like a doll.

This continued until Mu Jiahui furrowed her brow and moved slightly.

Sang Zhancheng immediately lay back into the covers and squeezed her eyes shut, a cover-up so obvious it was a miracle no one noticed.

Fortunately, Mu Jiahui only rolled over.

She happened to turn toward Sang Zhancheng, making it convenient for her to continue her mischief.

Sang Zhancheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Since poking her face didn’t wake her, could she be a little bolder?

Sang Zhancheng quietly lifted the quilt, aiming her gaze at Mu Jiahui’s abdomen.

She wanted to see abdominal lines!

She would just look; she absolutely wouldn’t do anything else.

Sang Zhancheng reached out toward the undershirt.

She had never done such a thing before. In the past, if she wanted to look, she would ask directly. Most women and a small number of men would agree to her request; some social butterflies would even grab her hand and lead it to their abdomen, letting her touch.

But Mu Jiahui was clearly not that kind of person.

She wouldn’t even share more than a few kisses with Sang Zhancheng, so Sang Zhancheng was forced to resort to this inferior tactic.

She felt quite guilty, so her movements were like they were in slow motion.

A second before her hand touched Mu Jiahui’s body, Mu Jiahui rolled back over and fumbled to pull the quilt back.

Sang Zhancheng, who had missed her chance due to hesitation: I regret it now, I regret it so much.

Gritting her teeth, Sang Zhancheng pulled the quilt open again.

Mu Jiahui swiftly snatched the quilt back.

The movement was so fast, it was as if she would catch a cold if she were a second late.

It’s summer right now! Is this person’s body constitution that cold?!

Sang Zhancheng was extremely dissatisfied. Her tail straightened out and stood up behind her like an antenna, looking as if she were bristling with anger.

Mu Jiahui’s brows had been knitted for a while now, and her breathing was no longer as steady as before.

Sang Zhancheng didn’t dare move recklessly anymore. She could only lie down obediently and began weaving stories in her mind.

At three in the morning, just as the protagonist in her story began living a “shameless” life, the little succubus finally entered her rest period. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.

An hour and a half later, Mu Jiahui’s precise biological clock woke her up.

Opening her eyes to see the mosquito net filled with lace and bows, Mu Jiahui didn’t react for a moment.

She bounced up from the bed and, seeing someone lying next to her, almost kicked Sang Zhancheng off.

Fortunately, she cleared her head quickly enough to restrain her hand.

The person wasn’t kicked off the bed, but she was pushed a good distance away by a palm.

“Woo…” The little succubus had only just fallen asleep not long ago and was sleeping deeply. She wasn’t woken up, but she dreamed that the Light Tribe had become her classmates, and their light elements were stinging her waist.

As for why it was her waist that hurt, the Sang Zhancheng in the dream couldn’t provide an answer, nor did she feel anything was wrong.

Standing by the bed, Mu Jiahui scratched her cheek, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Luckily, Sang Zhancheng hadn’t woken up; otherwise, she might be suspected of domestic violence.

She hadn’t done it on purpose; it was truly just an instinctive reaction.

On her second day in this new world, Mu Jiahui was still a bit unadjusted.

For some reason, her face felt a little sore, though she didn’t know why.

She wanted to go out for a morning run, but she didn’t have the keys to Sang Zhancheng’s house.

She had no choice but to give up on that idea. She went to the living room, found the handbook, and began to systematically understand this new world.

The very first page of the handbook explained the reason for her transmigration.

“Dear Transmigrator, please do not panic excessively.

This world has many space-time rifts connected to other worlds. You accidentally fell into a space-time rift in your original world and arrived here.

There are thousands upon thousands of transmigrators like you in this world.

We, the All-Race Party, will provide you with the best service to help you quickly adapt to life in this world, or help you save enough money to find a Great Mage to send you back to your hometown.

The two worlds that produce a space-time rift should have a high degree of similarity; you can find many familiar things in this world to create a sense of belonging.”

Next to it was a voice button. According to the instructions, magic could be used to import the text content into the brain of a transmigrator who didn’t understand the language, allowing them to comprehend it.

Mu Jiahui didn’t click it. Fortunately, she shared the same language; otherwise, she really would have been forced into marriage yesterday.

Being able to return to the original world… this magic world is actually quite humane.

Mu Jiahui considered it; this wasn’t a bad suggestion.

Once she got the “Little Pudding” into university and saved enough money, perhaps she could seek out this “Great Mage.” After all, she had a company in her original world, whereas here she had to start from scratch.

Mu Jiahui continued reading, building an information framework of this world in her mind.

Thanks to various transmigrators, the technological level of this world was not far off from Mu Jiahui’s original world.

Urban construction, infrastructure, and other aspects were very developed. Even rail transit was built easily due to the existence of magic. The handbook illustrated a flying train with no visible tracks.

Mu Jiahui was curious and leaned in closer. She inadvertently touched it and discovered that the object could be projected as a hologram.

Magic is truly advanced.

It seemed there wasn’t much she could do to improve infrastructure; she just wondered if there were any areas of technology where her original world was ahead.

Mu Jiahui was an insider in the electronics industry herself; she believed that if she investigated, she could find a direction for entrepreneurship. Her “professional disease” flared up, and she spent five minutes thinking about how she could start a business.

There were truly many races in this world, and there was such a thing as magic.

According to whether they could use magic, they were divided into two major camps.

The Muggle camp had fewer races, led by humans. Their population was significant, and they possessed a Muggle political party.

The Wizarding camp as she tentatively called it, as she couldn’t understand that specific name had numerous races. Further down, they could be divided into many small camps based on light/dark attributes, lifespan, and so on.

Basically, every large camp had its own political party, except for the three “Ma” (Demonic) races: Succubi, Evil Demons, and Dream Demons.

The currently presiding All-Race Party was a political party formed by representative leaders selected from both the Muggle and Wizarding camps. It had basically ended the political struggles between the various races.

Mu Jiahui looked at this, deep in thought.

It seemed it wasn’t just the Succubi being targeted; the other two demonic races weren’t faring any better. This All-Race Party claimed equality for all races, but it hadn’t actually done a very good job.

Mu Jiahui finished flipping through the detailed introductions of the various races, committing them to memory just in case.

Unfortunately, the handbook didn’t mention the college entrance examination or education.

She hoped Sang Zhancheng still had her high school teaching materials; otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to start reviewing this morning.

After finishing the handbook, Mu Jiahui found a spot to start exercising.

Since a morning run was out, weightlifting, push-ups, and sit-ups were still doable.

Before long, Sang Zhancheng was woken up by her bladder.

She went to the bathroom in a daze and realized Mu Jiahui wasn’t in the room. Hearing movement in the living room, she snapped awake. Thinking the woman had run away, she rushed to the living room.

She saw Mu Jiahui holding her home’s fruit basket, lifting it up and down. She had no idea what she was actually doing.