A Straight Wife Fallen from the Sky - Chapter 15

Sang Zhancheng’s home was located in the city center of Wu City, making it convenient to go anywhere.

Mu Jiahui followed the navigation to a nearby bookstore city. She had looked up reviews on the way and set her sights on a certain brand of supplementary study materials.

In one breath, she bought a total of eight volumes of well-known teaching materials ranging from elementary school to high school.

She spent her own “transmigration allowance” rather than the check the Sang family had given her.

The shop assistant, fearing she wouldn’t be able to carry them all, specifically asked if she wanted a weight-reduction spell cast on them.

Mu Jiahui originally wanted to agree. However, that spell cost ten yuan.

If she could carry it herself, she didn’t need help!

Mu Jiahui declined flatly. Gripping two bags of books in both hands, she walked as if she had wings, leaving quickly for fear that the assistant might chase her out to force a sale.

Afterward, Mu Jiahui swiftly bought a discounted smartphone, set up a SIM card, and even got a pair of glasses while she was at it.

Thanks to magic, the frames and lenses were so light that Mu Jiahui couldn’t even feel them on. She pushed them up the bridge of her nose, still feeling a bit unaccustomed to the sensation.

After finishing these purchases, on the way back, she bought a bundle of clothes from a street stall.

The stall owner was a kind old woman who, seeing Mu Jiahui’s style of dress, gave her a twenty percent discount with a smile.

Although she was misunderstood, Mu Jiahui didn’t say much.

She was too poor right now; every yuan saved counted.

As she passed a dessert shop, Mu Jiahui remembered what Sang Zhancheng had just cried out. Her feet, seemingly of their own accord, led her into the shop.

Doing problems was exhausting. It would be good to buy her something she wanted as a reward. Mu Jiahui mentally prepared herself.

Chestnut cake and milk tea, right?

Mu Jiahui recalled the young girl’s wish and walked to the checkout counter.

Then she saw that a small slice of chestnut cake was thirty yuan, and a cup of milk tea was fifteen.

Mu Jiahui’s brain stalled. Why were these things so expensive!

She couldn’t remember how she finished paying.

She only remembered that after leaving the dessert shop, she felt as if her soul had left her body, making her a bit unsteady on her feet.

Two days’ worth of food money had been sacrificed for these desserts.

Mu Jiahui felt such a “stinging pain” in her heart that she almost cried out loud at the receipt.

She hadn’t experienced such a destitute life in a long time. While she was supervising Sang Zhancheng’s study time, she definitely had to find a job that allowed for remote work.

It had only taken thirty-five minutes to finish these errands.

Five minutes longer than expected, Mu Jiahui quickened her pace. Even the books in her hands couldn’t hinder her speed as she practically sprinted back home.

Entering the door, Mu Jiahui saw the pencil in Sang Zhancheng’s hand fly out.

Mu Jiahui set down the items in her hands, habitually knitting her brows.

Her aura was even more pronounced with the addition of the glasses; that serious and exacting “CEO temperament” drifted out, causing Sang Zhancheng to shiver.

However, Sang Zhancheng’s attention was quickly drawn away by Mu Jiahui’s beauty.

Gold-rimmed thin glasses paired with an overcoat, shirt, and black leather trousers, combined with Mu Jiahui’s unsmiling expression—Sang Zhancheng swallowed hard and cupped her face happily.

Her partner-sister was simply too beautiful! She decided to forgive Mu Jiahui’s annoying mouth for one day!

Knowing she would soon get to kiss this version of Mu Jiahui, Sang Zhancheng was so delighted she felt like she was flying as she floated forward to greet her.

“Mumu! These glasses suit you so well!” Sang Zhancheng’s eyes were practically glued to Mu Jiahui.

She drank in the power of that beauty almost greedily, looking her over carefully from head to toe.

Finally, looking closely at Mu Jiahui’s practically perfect face, she suffered a “beauty strike” and fell backward in happiness, nearly fainting.

Mu Jiahui reached out to catch the teetering young girl.

She had brought back so many books, and this girl only noticed the glasses?

“These are all for you.” Mu Jiahui pointed to the books on the floor as if claiming credit.

Sang Zhancheng looked down, only then seeing the eight volumes of supplementary materials.

Now she really couldn’t stand steady.

There was clearly a gentle force around her waist.

Sang Zhancheng hatched a plan, tripped her own feet, and fell toward Mu Jiahui.

Mu Jiahui pulled her hand back and stabilized Sang Zhancheng.

“Don’t faint. I will plan out the amount you need to complete each day; I’m not asking you to write it all in one day.”

“Write it all in one day?!” Having lost the hug, Sang Zhancheng felt a moment of disappointment and began repeating Mu Jiahui’s words like a recording.

“No, you aren’t me; you couldn’t finish it in a day. It’s been half an hour. You were doing the math paper, right? Theoretically, you should be at the last multiple-choice question. How far did you get?”

Sang Zhancheng was startled. She had already filled in the answers to the fill-in-the-blank questions at random.

If she had known, she should have only “randomly selected” the multiple-choice ones!

She looked up, her eyes wide, preparing to start acting cute to change the subject.

Before she could open her mouth, the transparent tape on her eyelid happened to lose its stickiness at that very moment. It flew out and snapped onto Mu Jiahui’s face.

“I-I-I, I didn’t do it on purpose!” Looking at Mu Jiahui’s face gradually darkening, Sang Zhancheng trembled with fear, unable to even speak clearly.

Mu Jiahui’s eyes sank as she brushed her face. Only then did she see clearly what had attacked her.

The air solidified for five seconds.

“…Why did you stick this on?”

Was this some kind of succubus-style way of being lazy? Or was it the legendary double-eyelid tape?

After Mu Jiahui spoke, Sang Zhancheng couldn’t hold it together anymore.

She grabbed Mu Jiahui’s arm and began to beg for mercy.

“I was wrong, please don’t be angry, I’ll confess everything! I was too sleepy just now and almost fell asleep, so I used tape to stick my eyelids up to keep myself awake. Please don’t be mad at me… I didn’t do it on purpose.”

Why would she be angry? Mu Jiahui didn’t quite follow the logic. “I’m not mad. Let me see how much you’ve done.”

Being mad would have been better.

Sang Zhancheng swallowed hard several times, her guilty conscience painfully obvious.

After getting the glasses, Mu Jiahui noticed the movement in Sang Zhancheng’s throat, but she only thought it was strange. Adhering to the principle of trust, she didn’t think too much of it.

She picked up the two bags of books and took a large stride forward.

Sang Zhancheng jolted and hurriedly followed.

Before Sang Zhancheng could arrive, Mu Jiahui had already entered the study and picked up that math paper filled with one page of writing.

Sang Zhancheng was still one step too slow.

Her pace faltered, and she simply stood by the study door. As long as she didn’t look, the misfortune wouldn’t happen!

Mu Jiahui saw the incredibly neatly filled-in student ID number, the strange doodles that hadn’t been completely erased, and the fourteen multiple-choice questions that clearly hadn’t been taken seriously, along with the fill-in-the-blank questions finished with random guesses.

For every additional spot Mu Jiahui looked at, her breathing grew heavier, her brows knitted tighter, and the veins on her forehead began to throb.

“Sang ZhanCheng!” She turned her head, her voice carrying obvious anger.

“Wuu!” Outside the study, Sang Zhancheng shivered.

The fear of being called by her full name during childhood swept through her entire body in an instant. Her hands and feet went numb; she couldn’t move and couldn’t escape.

Mu Jiahui took a deep breath.

She constantly told herself not to be angry, that Sang Zhancheng was still a young girl and this kind of laziness was common—there was no need to be angry.

But when she saw that the answer “B” had actually appeared in a fill-in-the-blank question, she truly couldn’t hold it back.

Even if it was written randomly, there had to be a limit!

What does it even mean to write a multiple-choice answer in a fill-in-the-blank section!