A Straight Wife Fallen from the Sky - Chapter 32

A minute later, as expected, Mu Jiahui emerged from the bathroom.

The moment the door opened, Sang Zhancheng, who had been leaning against it, stumbled and fell backward into Mu Jiahui’s arms.

Looking up, Sang Zhancheng saw her partner’s chin, still dripping with water, and her face instantly flushed a faint red.

Though it wasn’t intentional, it was a lucky strike—she had landed exactly where she wanted to be.

“……Mumu, hi~” Sang Zhancheng chirped, though Mu Jiahui didn’t look particularly pleased.

Sang Zhancheng had no choice but to pretend she was just passing by. She offered a “good morning” while continuing to linger shamelessly in Mu Jiahui’s embrace.

Mu Jiahui used a bit of force to push the little girl out.

Luckily, she had already finished changing.

Mu Jiahui covered her face, looking down at her short-sleeved shirt and shorts. For some reason, she felt a flush of heat rising.

She was straight. Why was she feeling relieved that she was fully dressed?

It shouldn’t have mattered even if the girl had seen something; the other party was just a young girl.

What on earth was she worried about!

The “Iron Straight Woman” felt a flicker of self-doubt for the first time, all thanks to that “little movie” from yesterday.

Meanwhile, the adult “little girl” at the door was wagging her tail frantically.

Just now, she had actually seen nothing! All she felt was a moment of soft warmth.

What a waste! If she had known, she would have leaned to the side and waited for Mu Jiahui to come out to get a full eyeful.

Her “Beauty Emerging from the Bath” vision—lost!

Within a few seconds, Mu Jiahui composed herself. Acting as if nothing had happened, she grabbed Sang Zhancheng and shoved her into the bathroom, then went to prepare breakfast herself.

The bento prepared by Sang’s mother still had enough for two meals.

Fortunately, there was leftover mille-feuille cake from yesterday, so breakfast was sorted.

Mu Jiahui thought to herself that she needed to find time to go grocery shopping today.

She wasn’t sure what time would be best.

“Little Pudding” wasn’t the type to sit still—or rather, she didn’t even realize when her mind was wandering. If Mu Jiahui wasn’t watching her, there was a high probability she would go back to her drawing shenanigans.

Sang Zhancheng’s grooming process took much longer than Mu Jiahui’s shower.

By the time breakfast was heated up, Sang Zhancheng still hadn’t emerged from the bathroom.

Mu Jiahui waited for two minutes before knocking on the bathroom door.

“The food is ready, hurry up.” I should have just stayed and watched her brush her teeth, Mu Jiahui thought.

How could anyone spend more than five minutes on basic grooming?

Sang Zhancheng, who had already sped up her pace, wondered: How could anyone spend only one minute in the shower?

They simply could not understand each other.

Ultimately, Sang Zhancheng dragged it out for another seven minutes.

Even though they weren’t going out, she applied a base layer of makeup since her partner was home, and her skincare routine couldn’t be skipped.

Mu, the “Iron Straight Woman,” noticed absolutely nothing.

Seeing Sang Zhancheng emerge, she practically hauled her by the collar toward the dining table.

Sang Zhancheng had been expecting a compliment.

With her base makeup on, her skin looked much better. She had even lightly groomed her eyebrows, applied lip balm, and covered her dark circles.

Even after finishing the meal, Mu Jiahui had no reaction.

In her eyes, Sang Zhancheng was her student, a biological entity, a person, or perhaps a succubus.

She truly didn’t care what her student looked like.

Even if she had to kiss her due to some bizarre physiological trait of the student.

Sang Zhancheng sulked for a while by herself, but she was quickly soothed by the “critical hit” of her partner’s natural beauty.

With Mu Jiahui supervising, the study session went relatively smoothly.

However, as noon approached, Sang Zhancheng became so sleepy and hungry that before she could even start nodding off, her head hit the desk with a loud thud.

This gave Mu Jiahui, who was nearby writing a new resume, a fright.

She hurriedly pulled Sang Zhancheng up.

Her forehead was burning with pain from the impact, and the little succubus immediately felt aggrieved.

Clutching her forehead and feeling the weight of her exhaustion, her eyes welled with tears as she looked at Mu Jiahui, who wouldn’t let her rest.

“Mumu, I want to eat, I want a nap…” It hurt so much. Even for Sang Zhancheng, this was the first time she had been so tired she just collapsed.

It wasn’t intentional, but she was a little afraid of Mu Jiahui.

So, she used the last of her magic to cast a “Pity Aura” and lowered her posture, hoping Mu Jiahui wouldn’t scold her.

“Sigh, fine. Go rest.” Looking at the red bump on the girl’s forehead, Mu Jiahui felt a twinge of heartache.

She reached out, wanting to stroke her head and comfort her.

Sang Zhancheng stiffened, closing her eyes tight. She thought she was about to get a flick on the forehead.

Throughout the morning’s study, she had seen it clearly. Every time she got a question wrong, Mu Jiahui’s hand looked ready to flick her, though she had somehow restrained herself.

The expected pain didn’t come. Instead, there was a very gentle, affectionate stroke.

Sang Zhancheng slowly opened her eyes. Mu Jiahui’s wrist almost blocked her field of vision.

A single tear fell.

“But you only get half an hour. Fifteen minutes for lunch, fifteen minutes for a nap.” On this point, Mu Jiahui was uncompromising.

Sang Zhancheng hadn’t been touched for even two seconds before she was brought back to reality by those words.

“You demon! You big villain! Who only takes fifteen minutes for lunch and fifteen for a nap!” Sang Zhancheng leaned back, avoiding Mu Jiahui’s palm, and swiped the hand away.

She bared her teeth and began grumbling and cursing at Mu Jiahui.

Mu Jiahui wasn’t scared at all.

Looking at Sang Zhancheng’s upright tail and her completely non-threatening threats, she was once again reminded of her little white dog.

Quite cute.

Mu Jiahui instinctively patted Sang Zhancheng’s head, just like she was coaxing a dog.

Sang Zhancheng fell for it in a second, surrendering immediately.

“Mumu~ Give me an hour. People usually nap for at least two hours; I can’t fall asleep in fifteen minutes~” Sang “Little White” was tamed. She wagged her tail obediently.

Mu Jiahui seemed to have mastered the way to handle “Little Pudding.”

“Then forty-five minutes. Research shows that naps shouldn’t exceed an hour; half an hour is best.”

Mu Jiahui casually pinched the girl’s cheek. It was bouncy and soft—the texture was great.

The words of negotiation stuck in Sang Zhancheng’s throat.

Her partner-sister had pinched her face! Did this mean Mu Jiahui actually liked her quite a bit?

Mu Jiahui, who treated her as both a student and a puppy, withdrew her hand, feeling slightly embarrassed.

“Fifteen minutes for lunch is plenty. Back when I was in school… the school only allowed fifteen minutes. If you didn’t finish, the food cart was taken away, and there was nowhere to dump the leftovers.”

Thinking back to middle school, the memories were a bit blurry.

But she still remembered the unpalatable boiled peas with pumpkin, onions stir-fried with peppers, and the undercooked rice she had to finish just to maintain her energy.

She was the fastest eater in her class.

Having never tasted better food, meals back then were nothing more than a way to replenish energy; the flavor wasn’t worth her attention.

But she also remembered her classmates who couldn’t finish, desperately stuffing food into their mouths in the final minute until they were about to vomit, then chasing after the food cart.

Her middle school was terrible, but her high school was a good one.

The contrast only strengthened her resolve to get into a good university.

For a child from the mountains, once they had seen the outside world, they never wanted to go back.

Sang Zhancheng could see the melancholy in Mu Jiahui’s eyes.

It seemed that every time the past was mentioned, Mu Jiahui would show this expression.

“Was your school that bad?” Sang Zhancheng had assumed that with Mu Jiahui’s academic ability, she must have attended top schools all her life.

“Before high school. My hometown was poor, resources were scarce.” Mu Jiahui didn’t want to say more.

It was all in the past; there was no need to keep dragging it out. There was no point in displaying a scabbed-over wound.

“Oh… Mumu, there, there~ You’ve worked hard~” Sang Zhancheng didn’t fully understand, but she was good at reading the mood.

She reached out and rubbed Mu Jiahui’s head, just as her mother used to comfort her on stormy nights.

No one had ever told Mu Jiahui “You’ve worked hard” before; this was the first time.

No one had ever comforted Mu Jiahui when she was sad; this was also the first time.

A very strange feeling rose from the depths of her heart.

Mu Jiahui turned her head and looked directly at Sang Zhancheng.

This was just a tiny girl.

Barely over 150cm tall, with an immature mind.

Yet her gentleness and cuteness had crossed over a decade of time to comfort the Mu Jiahui who used to recite books by dim light in a dilapidated school building.

“……Thank you.” Mu Jiahui looked steadily at Sang Zhancheng.

The girl’s image became clearer and more profound. She thought that even if she returned to her original world, she would never forget this “Little Pudding” with pink hair and purple eyes.

“You’re welcome~ Do you want a hug?” Sang Zhancheng could sense that Mu Jiahui had snapped out of it.

“I’m fine. I’ll go prepare lunch. You memorize the vocabulary from this morning’s exercises.”

Mu Jiahui was now more determined than ever to get Sang Zhancheng into a good university.

Such a good kid—she deserved to get into an excellent school.

Sang Zhancheng, who had been touched for all of two seconds, looked at the vocabulary notebook and felt her soul crumble.