A Straight Wife Fallen from the Sky - Chapter 31

Sang Zhancheng didn’t even see the message note Mu Jiahui had written.

The slip of paper was a bit small and sat inconspicuously on the bedside table; being the careless sort, Sang Zhancheng naturally overlooked it.

She was frantic with worry but simply couldn’t find Mu Jiahui anywhere.

In her frantic guesses, Mu Jiahui had fled the marriage.

Or perhaps she felt Sang was too inadequate and had abandoned her.

Or maybe there was a spatial rift in the room, and Mu Jiahui had accidentally stepped into it and crossed dimensions again.

Although the probability of consecutive transmigrations was slim, that was the theory Sang Zhancheng was most willing to believe.

No matter which one it was, she was powerless. She could only collapse onto the floor, silently wiping away her tears.

Even though they had only been partners for three days, Sang Zhancheng had already grown very fond of Mu Jiahui.

It hadn’t reached the point of being unable to live without her, but if Mu Jiahui truly left, the little succubus would be heartbroken for a long time.

The more she thought, the sadder she became; the more she thought, the more she blamed herself.

Sang Zhancheng couldn’t stop her tears at all and began to wail loudly on the living room floor.

By the time Mu Jiahui rushed home at 6:59, her little succubus had already cried herself into a tearful mess.

When the door opened and she saw Sang Zhancheng sitting on the living room floor constantly wiping tears, Mu Jiahui was a bit stunned.

Seeing Mu Jiahui return, Sang Zhancheng was also a bit stunned—especially seeing Mu Jiahui holding keys, her body drenched in sweat.

She hiccupped, still unable to figure out what Mu Jiahui had been doing.

“Where… where did you go? I thought you didn’t want me anymore… Waaa, you’re so annoying! You abandoned me, so why did you come back!” As she cried, a surge of anger rose in Sang Zhancheng’s heart.

She grabbed a throw pillow from the nearby sofa and flung it at Mu Jiahui.

It seems she didn’t see the note I left. Mu Jiahui pressed a hand to her forehead, taking a direct hit from the pillow.

“No, I can explain. I wasn’t trying to leave.”

Mu Jiahui picked up the “murder weapon” that had hit her head and walked toward Sang Zhancheng.

Feeling incredibly aggrieved, Sang Zhancheng turned her head away and continued to shed tears, acting as if she didn’t want to acknowledge Mu Jiahui at all.

Mu Jiahui gave up on trying to pull her up.

She placed the cushion on the floor.

Sang Zhancheng thought Mu Jiahui wanted her to sit on it, so she pouted and reluctantly lifted her bottom to move onto the cushion.

She was nearly crushed by Mu Jiahui.

Mu Jiahui was pushed to one side by something and ended up sitting on only half of the cushion.

Both of them fell silent.

Then Mu Jiahui covered her ears, and Sang Zhancheng began to cry forcefully, wailing with an intensity that felt like it could destroy the world.

The act of covering her ears was wise, yet futile.

As Sang Zhancheng cried, she even grabbed Mu Jiahui’s hands to stop her from covering her ears.

Truly a little ancestor. Mu Jiahui took a deep breath, trying her best to block out the girl’s demonic voice, and lifted her up to place her on the sofa.

Since she wanted to sit on the cushion, she should be satisfied now, right?

The little succubus only felt that she was being very embarrassing.

She bit her lip; whichever way Mu Jiahui faced, she turned the other way, absolutely refusing to occupy the same space as her.

“Sigh, calm down. I wasn’t trying to run away. Listen to my explanation.”

A “straight-as-steel” woman is indeed a “straight-as-steel” woman, committing the ultimate taboo of comforting a girlfriend: trying to talk sense while she is emotionally volatile.

“I won’t listen! You did run away! Waaa, cough cough, you vanished! I couldn’t find you anywhere… I—I felt so terrible. I thought it was because I was too stupid and you didn’t want me… Anyway, you’re bad! It’s all your fault!”

With a mix of defiance and guilt, Sang Zhancheng cried and gasped for air, making Mu Jiahui feel like she might lose her breath and faint at any moment.

“Where did I… fine, fine, fine, it’s my fault.” Mu Jiahui couldn’t take the demonic voice piercing her ears anymore.

She was getting a headache from the girl’s antics, and seeing the time made her even more anxious, so she simply admitted fault.

She didn’t even know what she had done wrong, but surely this would suffice?

“Then say it! Tell me exactly what you did wrong!” The little succubus was not about to let her off so easily.

Mu Jiahui was speechless. She massaged her temples, at a loss for a moment.

Sang Zhancheng’s tail curled up.

She was half-guilty and half-overwhelmed by emotion.

Seeing Mu Jiahui like this, the emotional half took over, overriding what little reason she had left.

She burst into loud sobs again, ignoring whatever Mu Jiahui was doing, acting like a five-year-old who couldn’t get a toy, lying on the sofa and crying.

Mu Jiahui retreated to the bedroom and retrieved that slip of paper.

“Little one. I left you a message; you just didn’t see it.”

Mu Jiahui had committed yet another major taboo: attempting to prove that she was right and her girlfriend was wrong.

If Sang Zhancheng had an arrogant or domineering personality, this scene probably would have dragged on for a very long time.

However, she was a “soft bun.”

After clearly seeing the words on the paper, her tears gradually stopped, and her face flushed crimson.

So, she just went for a morning run… Thinking carefully, Mu Jiahui had been doing “strange things” (exercising) at home yesterday morning too, and she seemed to have mentioned wanting to work out.

Sang Zhancheng had seen Mu Jiahui’s body; that aesthetic of clean lines and a sense of contained power was clearly the result of long-term training.

She had misunderstood; she had wronged Mu Jiahui.

Thank goodness she’s reasonable.

Mu Jiahui breathed a sigh of relief and pressed her advantage. “So, I wasn’t trying to escape. I just went to exercise.”

Sang Zhancheng gave a soft “mm” and then leaned toward Mu Jiahui.

Mu Jiahui reluctantly accepted the little girl’s “clinginess.”

Before they had been stuck together for even five seconds, Mu Jiahui stood up.

Sang Zhancheng’s bloodshot eyes were filled with confusion.

“I want a hug… don’t go. I really thought you disliked me…” She reached out toward Mu Jiahui.

Mu Jiahui remembered what she had said last night.

She couldn’t refuse now. She had no choice but to hug Sang Zhancheng.

“I don’t dislike you. You are very smart. If I really disliked you, why would I make a plan for you and force you to study? Do I look like someone who goes back on their word?”

Mu Jiahui didn’t understand what was going on in Sang Zhancheng’s head. But sensing the girl’s self-loathing, she said a few extra words.

“…No.” It was just me overthinking. Sang Zhancheng burrowed into Mu Jiahui’s arms, rubbing against the lapel of her clothes.

“I’m sweaty and dirty.” It was too mushy; Mu Jiahui found it a bit hard to take.

In any other situation, she might have held the girl for two more minutes.

“I don’t mind.” Sang Zhancheng just silently felt Mu Jiahui’s body temperature.

She realized she should probably stop overthinking and start looking more carefully. Missing a note left right on the headboard was truly something she shouldn’t have done.

“…I’m uncomfortable.” Two minutes later, Mu Jiahui finally let go of Sang Zhancheng.

“I’m going to heat up breakfast and then shower. Have you washed up yet?”

“! Together!” There was only one bathroom in the house, and Sang Zhancheng had been “craving” Mu Jiahui’s body for a long time.

If this were before yesterday, the “Straight Mu” would have agreed very readily.

It would save time, and since they were both girls, what was the problem? During her school days, she used to hold hands with her best friends while going into the same toilet stall.

But today’s her was a her who had watched a same-sex “adult movie.”

For some reason, she thought of that movie she should have long since put out of her mind—the images and the sounds entered her brain all at once.

She didn’t dare agree, fearing an “accident” might occur.

“No! It’ll only take me a minute. Just wait. Go get your vocabulary book and hurry up and memorize words.” Mu Jiahui rejected Sang Zhancheng’s request.

Sang Zhancheng had no idea that her “adult movie” had become a stumbling block on her path to admiring Mu’s body; she just felt very regretful.

Once Mu Jiahui entered the bathroom, Sang Zhancheng took her vocabulary book, leaned against the bathroom door, and began memorizing words.