A Straight Wife Fallen from the Sky - Chapter 30

Seeing the cake she had spent dozens of yuan on about to fly out of her hands, Mu Jiahui’s feet dug into the ground. In an extremely bizarre posture, she lunged forward and caught the cake.

At the same time, Sang Zhancheng was tripped up and fell right on top of Mu Jiahui.

Mu Jiahui hissed as she sucked in a sharp breath.

However, seeing the cake lying perfectly intact inside the box, she let that breath out in relief.

Falling down once or twice wasn’t a big deal for a person.

But if the cake were ruined, those dozens of yuan would have been washed down the drain.

Mu Jiahui couldn’t bring herself to do something so wasteful.

It was just that the “little crybaby” started shedding tears again.

“Mumu, waah… I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry, uugh…”

The young girl felt both aggrieved and frightened, as well as deeply guilty. Once her emotions surged, she couldn’t control her tears at all.

“It’s fine. Just don’t run in the house next time. So, what was that all about just now?”

Mu Jiahui offered a word of comfort to Sang Zhancheng, but she didn’t even give her a pat on the head.

Sang Zhancheng’s tears fell even harder.

She looked up at this “devil” and found her stroking the cake box.

What kind of attitude was this? Was a cake more important than her?!

But she was the one who caused Mu Jiahui to fall. It had been such a loud thud; it must have hurt. Sang Zhancheng had no reason to be angry.

Yet, she just felt upset; she wanted Mu Jiahui’s hug.

Sang Zhancheng bit her lip and shuffled upward a couple of times, crawling into Mu Jiahui’s arms.

“Mumu… I won’t dare do it again. If you forgive me, then give me a hug~”

Sang Zhancheng was thick-skinned enough to cling directly onto Mu Jiahui’s body, acting as if she would stay pinned on her and not let her get up if she didn’t get a hug.

Mu Jiahui fell silent.

Clearly, she was the victim, yet in this situation, why did she look like the one persecuting Sang Zhancheng?

She felt a slight headache coming on. “So, you were sprinting through the house just because you wanted to hug me?”

“…Ugh, Mumu! I, I also didn’t… forget it, I just—are you going to hug me or not?” Sang Zhancheng pouted, sounding quite tough, even though tears were still dripping down.

Mu Jiahui let out a faint sigh.

“Don’t run next time. Just tell me if you want something.”

As a good tutor, she should always be concerned about her student’s psychological well-being.

Therefore, giving her student a warm embrace when she wanted a hug was also part of her professional duty.

Mu Jiahui placed the cake on the floor to the side and reached out to scoop the restless little succubus into her arms, holding her like one would comfort a child.

The girl’s body temperature wasn’t low; summer was truly not a suitable season for hugging.

However, Mu Jiahui had a cold constitution, and having such a warm bundle pressed against her actually felt somewhat comfortable.

She couldn’t let her mind wander. She was just a dedicated and professional home tutor; she absolutely could not have any other thoughts.

It was just that the sensation of holding her felt a bit too good. Mu Jiahui held her for an extra two minutes.

Sang Zhancheng had originally wanted a much more intimate kind of hug.

The kind where their bodies were completely pressed together, with only two layers of bothersome fabric between them, so she could feel the other person.

But a hug was hard to come by. Even if there was more tenderness than romance in it, it wasn’t bad.

She rubbed her face against Mu Jiahui’s chest. “I like Mumu so much~”

“I think you’re just craving the cake I bought you,” Mu Jiahui replied after thinking for two seconds, dodging the affection like a Tai Chi master.

“No, I’m not.”

“Just say whether you crave it or not.” The tables had turned; this time it was Mu Jiahui questioning Sang Zhancheng.

“…I do.” Sang Zhancheng was successfully coaxed away.

Although something felt slightly off, she really did want to eat the cake.

“But I can’t really finish it all now,” Sang Zhancheng’s face fell, looking at Mu Jiahui with quite a bit of self-pity.

“We’ll freeze it and you can eat it tomorrow.” Mu Jiahui pushed away the little succubus who still wanted to linger in her arms, stood up, and picked up the cake.

“The taste will change.” Sang Zhancheng followed behind Mu Jiahui, though she wasn’t trying to argue with her.

Children are such a hassle. “Then eat a bite or two now, and the rest tomorrow.”

Mu Jiahui didn’t quite understand. Wasn’t it just sugar and cream? It wouldn’t go bad in a day, so where did this idea of the taste changing come from?

Sang Zhancheng’s eyes lit up.

“Mumu, you’re so smart!” Her mood shot up instantly, and her pleasure was so high that her instincts almost took over again.

But she remembered the expression Mu Jiahui had when she pushed her away this morning.

She had an intuition that Mu Jiahui had something on her mind, but she hadn’t found a chance to ask.

In short, for the sake of her own mood, Sang Zhancheng kept her mouth shut and obediently ate the cake.

Mu Jiahui really only let her eat two bites. Sang Zhancheng didn’t get her fill and went back to the study with her tail drooping.

Under Mu Jiahui’s supervision, Sang Zhancheng studied painfully until eleven o’clock.

She was exhausted from learning; her eyelids were fighting to stay open, and her head was nodding off. Only then did Mu Jiahui finally let her go.

“Rest early today. Tomorrow won’t be as early.” Mu Jiahui picked up the little “pudding” and tossed her into the bedroom.

Sang Zhancheng mumbled something and fell asleep the moment she hit the pillow, falling into a high-quality slumber.

Watching her like this, Mu Jiahui clicked her tongue. By all accounts, she had only studied for one afternoon; was it really that exhausting?

Thinking back to her own senior year of high school, she used to go to bed at 12:30 AM and wake up at 5:00 AM.

If she was tired, she would take a fifteen-minute nap. Anything more was a waste of time.

To Mu Jiahui, time was always the most precious and yet the cheapest thing.

It was a resource everyone could obtain unconditionally. She had to make good use of it.

Rich kids had cram schools, could buy the latest practice exams, and could even take expensive paths like music, art, or studying abroad.

She had nothing; she could only rely on time to fight her way through.

Memories weren’t always pleasant. Mu Jiahui blinked and pushed the unhappy thoughts away.

At least her life was worry-free now. She had to thank this young girl for that.

She prepared to lie down on the floor.

As a result, as she approached the bed, her left foot tripped over her right, and she fell onto the bed.

Falling twice in such a short period—Mu Jiahui was speechless.

She didn’t believe she could be this careless or clumsy, yet this impossible thing had happened.

She struggled for a moment, but seeing Sang Zhancheng frown in her sleep, she had no choice but to settle down.

She closed her eyes and sank into a dreamland. With the addition of Sang Zhancheng’s “curse” (blessing), Mu Jiahui had a night of good dreams.

When she woke up, the sky was about to brighten.

Mu Jiahui felt a jolt and jumped out of bed in surprise.

She checked the time; it was actually 6:30 AM. This wasn’t right.

Was she exhausted yesterday? Otherwise, how could she have slept until this hour?

Mu Jiahui stared blankly at her phone for a second, then quickly washed up, changed her clothes, grabbed her keys, and ran downstairs.

She had set a twenty-minute alarm. She hadn’t managed her morning run yesterday, so she had to make up for it today.

On the road, she actually ran into Tang Xinyue again.

“Good morning, meow~ I thought you were a night runner, but it turns out you prefer morning runs, meow?” At this hour, the entire residential area was still asleep. The streets were incredibly quiet, with only the two of them there.

“Morning. Yesterday was a special circumstance.”

“You’ve just crossed over, meow~ Is there anything you need help with?” Tang Xinyue twitched her cat ears, activating her intuition.

“I’m alright. My… partner helped me handle everything.” Mu Jiahui then remembered she had still forgotten to set up a social media account for this world.

She blamed that fall last night, which made her go straight to sleep.

Tang Xinyue could see that Mu Jiahui didn’t really want to chat, so she went quiet, simply running alongside her.

About twenty minutes later, Mu Jiahui’s phone rang.

“Time to go, meow?”

“Yeah. My partner should be getting up soon.” Calculating the time, it would be exactly 7:00 AM by the time she got home.

She could wake the girl up to continue today’s portion of studying.

What Mu Jiahui didn’t expect was that at 6:50 AM, Sang Zhancheng was once again woken up punctually by her bladder.

Seeing that no one was beside her, she snapped awake instantly. In a panic, she scurried all over the house, but she couldn’t find Mu Jiahui anywhere.