A Straight Wife Fallen from the Sky - Chapter 2

“A mild concussion, no fractures or other major injuries; she just needs a little rest. However, her mana levels are somewhat low… but since she’s a succubus, it shouldn’t be a big deal.”

“The person who crashed into her is perfectly fine. The reason she hasn’t woken up yet is likely because she was too exhausted before and simply fell asleep.”

In a hospital in Wu City, a doctor explained the situation of Sang Zhancheng and the heaven-sent Mu Jiahui to the passerby who had brought them in.

The passerby didn’t understand much; she really was just passing by when she saw a person flying through the sky, diving toward the ground accelerated by gravity, and then colliding with this young girl whose vision was mostly blocked by her umbrella.

It was her first time seeing a real-life “transmigration,” so she watched for a couple of minutes until the unlucky girl was knocked unconscious.

Upholding the spirit of not leaving someone in need, the young lady called an ambulance and sent the two of them to the hospital.

She had originally thought that with such a massive impact, the young girl would at least lose an arm or a leg. Fortunately, the girl was a succubus—the race with the strongest self-healing abilities—and she was largely unharmed.

Being hit by a person like that and only suffering a mild concussion gave the passerby a whole new understanding of a succubus’s physical constitution and recovery power.

The doctor wasn’t at the scene. She was extremely curious: what kind of posture would it take to hit someone’s head in broad daylight and manage to knock out a vigorous young succubus?

Sang Zhancheng slowly woke up.

Seeing her awake, the passerby returned her bag to her. Under the double-critical hit of Sang’s wink and finger-heart, the passerby left the hospital feeling very bashful.

“Do you know this person?”

The doctor gave Sang Zhancheng another check-up. Seeing that she hadn’t been “hit stupid” and was just naturally not very bright, the doctor relaxed and started chatting with her.

Sang Zhancheng had originally been acting sweet toward the lady doctor. Hearing this, she finally turned her head to look at the woman who had crashed her into the hospital.

It was just an ordinary glance.

Furthermore, Mu Jiahui was still asleep, her most charming eyes hidden beneath her eyelids. Her brow was slightly furrowed; even in sleep, she refused to relax entirely. Her lips were pressed flat without any curve.

But even so, Sang Zhancheng was a bit dazed by what she saw.

She was used to “cute and pretty” beauties, like her mother and her sisters. This was the first time in her life she had seen such a cold, handsome beauty.

The woman looked to be about twenty-five. Time had only left behind a certain grace, with no other traces. Her facial features were exceptionally well-defined. Her eyeliner was long and slightly upturned, with thick brows and a straight nose. Her lips weren’t thin, and even though they were a bit pale right now, they remained full and moist.

Her face shape was thinner than an oval, adding a sense of coldness and detachment to her features.

“I don’t know her,” Sang Zhancheng gulped. Her heart was racing!

“But I think I could get to know her!”

Seeing that the little succubus seemed to have switched targets, the doctor wasn’t annoyed. She saw many diverse patients from all sorts of races; what kind of person hadn’t she seen?

Besides, Sang Zhancheng was a very typical succubus—playful and cute, and perhaps she would become more seductive in a few years. Due to their physiological traits, being full of “that sort of thing” was very much in character for a succubus.

“Good luck. You come of age today, right? You’ll have to work hard,” the doctor handed the bill to Sang Zhancheng.

Sang Zhancheng didn’t even blink as she signed her father’s name on the bill.

“I definitely will!” Sang Zhancheng already had a goal.

This beauty who fell from the sky was simply a perfect match for a certain system of hers. She had even landed directly on her if this wasn’t her destined partner, then who was? Since they already had such a “major intersection,” she didn’t believe that as a succubus, she couldn’t win this person over.

As a friendly gesture, the doctor prescribed a very expensive mana-replenishing potion for Sang Zhancheng, which could last through the night, just in case her intended partner slept the whole day away.

There is no one in the world a succubus can’t handle. This was the doctor’s experience from years of practice.

An hour later, Mu Jiahui had not woken up.

Two hours later, she only blinked once. She slept so soundly that Sang Zhancheng began to wonder how long this person had gone without sleep.

It wasn’t until three hours later that Mu Jiahui finally opened her eyes.

She felt something pressing against her side, making one of her arms numb. She almost threw the tingling hand off her chest.

The thing pressing against her was a girl. On the girl’s back was a pair of small black wings and a heart-shaped tail.

Kids these days really do cosplay everywhere, she thought.

Mu Jiahui didn’t notice any problems at first; she even though Sang Zhancheng’s little tail was quite cute. It wasn’t until her brain finally cleared that she suddenly realized a problem.

Where was she? What time was it?

Her last memory was on her way home from work. The road was too dark in the middle of the night, she didn’t see clearly, and she stepped into a ditch.

This place looked like a hospital no matter how she looked at it, and the sun outside the window was so big it looked like it was afternoon. She couldn’t have slept for nearly a whole day, could she? Her work would be seriously delayed!

“This is bad, this is bad.” Mu Jiahui didn’t pay any attention to Sang Zhancheng at the bedside.

She flipped out of bed with a “carp leap” motion, using sheer willpower to suppress the soreness in her body, and began anxiously searching the hospital room for her bag.

Sang Zhancheng finally woke from her nap, blinked, and saw her “intended partner” looking for something in the corner.

Her figure is so good, too.

Sang Zhancheng touched the corner of her mouth, trying very hard to keep her “hehe” giggling inside her stomach, and then followed Mu Jiahui.

“Hello, big sister~ You’re so beautiful~” Sang Zhancheng’s eyes followed Mu Jiahui’s movements. When Mu Jiahui stood up, she put on her most beautiful smile from that specific angle.

Mu Jiahui only gave her a glance.

“Have you seen my bag?” She had no reaction to Sang Zhancheng’s compliment. If the person in front of her weren’t a cute girl, she might have scolded whoever was hitting on her like that.

Sang Zhancheng tilted her head. “Everything is here. This is my bag and my umbrella. The sister who sent us here didn’t say she saw your bag.”

“You really are beautiful. These clothes suit you so well; they really bring out your elegance. What’s your name?”

Sang Zhancheng was still using her succubus attack. Right now, her voice was different from usual—sweeter and more charming, the kind that makes one feel comfortable and want to sink into it.

Her expression went without saying; her mother had led her and her sisters to practice in front of the mirror repeatedly, striving for perfection. Sang Zhancheng even used a little trick, activating her succubus race’s unique “Attention Aura,” which could greatly attract the gaze of people within a specific range.

Everything was in optimal condition.

Except Mu Jiahui was single-mindedly focused. Her mind was filled with her work, thinking only of her career and money.

“Mu Jiahui. Are you sure there’s nothing else? A black, very large briefcase.”

Seeing that her efforts were yielding little fruit, Sang Zhancheng pursued her lips. It seemed she had gotten off to a bit of a bad start.

“Your name sounds so good too; it really fits your aura.” She just didn’t know which specific characters they were.

After discovering that flattery didn’t work on Mu Jiahui, Sang Zhancheng decided to help her solve the problem of the missing items first. With the favor of helping her find her things, there would be plenty of time in the future—she wasn’t afraid she couldn’t woo this beautiful sister.

“By the way, Sister Mu, you’ve probably ‘transmigrated.’ If you can’t find your things, they might not have come with you,” Sang Zhancheng said with extreme seriousness.

Her Attention Aura was still on, and only now was Mu Jiahui involuntarily drawn in by her words, looking carefully into her eyes.

Mu Jiahui saw no trace of a joke in them.

She was just about to tell this stranger not to mess around when the stranger leaned in a bit closer, took her hand, and asked very sincerely:

“I like you so much. Would you consider being my partner?”