A Straight Wife Fallen from the Sky - Chapter 39

As soon as these words were spoken, the two Sang sisters tilted their heads at the same time, making expressions that weren’t just similar—they were carbon copies of each other.

Meanwhile, Mu Jiahui began her passionate oration, introducing the top high schools in Wu City to Sang Mujin while simultaneously encouraging her to study hard.

Sang Zhancheng, who had come out to pour some water, watched the scene and thought: Why does this look so familiar?

A few months ago, Mu Jiahui had tried to persuade Sang Zhancheng in the exact same way.

Thinking of this, Sang Zhancheng suddenly felt unhappy.

This was her partner; how could she do the same thing to someone else?

Clearly, persuading someone to study was a symbol of love!

The fact that she even had this thought showed that Mu Jiahui’s brainwashing methods were already starting to yield results.

While the younger Sang sister stared on with a face full of question marks, Sang Zhancheng lunged forward and hugged Mu Jiahui.

“Mumu! Am I not the one you love the most? Why are you trying to persuade her to study! You actually want to find another succubus behind my back!”

Mu Jiahui’s pupils shook. “What are you talking about? She’s your sister, and she’s a minor! What do you mean ‘find another succubus’?”

“Waaaaah, I don’t care! If you tutor her in her studies, you don’t love me!” Sang Zhancheng cast her dignity aside and began to throw a tantrum, rolling around.

Mu Jiahui’s brain temporarily short-circuited; she was completely bewildered.

On the side, the younger Sang sister was terrified by her older sister’s display and hid behind their eldest sister.

“No, no, no, Sister! I have no intention of stealing your partner!”

It wasn’t until another “ying” from Sang Zhancheng pierced her mind that Mu Jiahui finally snapped out of it.

When exactly had she ever “loved” Sang Zhancheng? Was it the love of a teacher for a student, or the love between friends?

Those two types were possible, but anything more was out of the question. She and Sang Zhancheng had a very pure relationship!

If these words were heard by Sang Zhancheng or Sang Xunmo, they would surely mock her.

They had done everything they should and shouldn’t do, yet she called it a “pure relationship”?

What kind of “friends” kiss every day and occasionally do the deed?

But with her grand plan in mind, Mu Jiahui compromised verbally.

She slapped her forehead and pulled the floor-rolling Sang Zhancheng back up.

“My tutoring her is also for your sake!”

Sang Zhancheng indeed stopped her fake crying. “Then explain yourself!”

Mu Jiahui paused for two seconds before she could come up with a justification.

“First of all, if she studies with you, you two can be study buddies. You can compete and progress together, which provides more motivation. Secondly, she is your family. Don’t you want to see her do well too?”

Sang Mujin chimed in softly from the side. “But… but I feel like just finding a good partner in the future is enough…”

She wasn’t as much of a slacker as Sang Zhancheng, but she had a bit of an internet addiction, and her grades were quite poor.

There was absolutely no way she could get into the Fourth or Sixth High Schools. Even for the Third High School—commonly known as the “Play School”—she probably couldn’t pass the entrance exam and would have to rely on her father donating a building to the school.

“Just like my big sisters,” Sang Mujin added.

Setting aside Sang Zhancheng’s eccentric partner Mu Jiahui, Sang Mujin had visited the eldest sister’s home. The eldest sister’s partner was quite good—he cooked, cleaned, and treated her very well.

Sang Mujin yearned for that. She hoped that one day her prince charming would walk toward her over shaved ice, holding multicolored chocolates and sugar-sculpted roses.

Sang Mujin made herself crave sweets just thinking about it and slurped audibly.

Sang Zhancheng was half-convinced.

She was originally mostly convinced, but since her sister said she only wanted to find a partner, could she really go against her sister’s wishes?

Definitely not. She was a good sister who wouldn’t worry about her sister “stealing her corner.”

“You’re only transitioning from middle to high school; it’s too early to think about a partner.” Mu Jiahui pulled Sang Zhancheng up and turned to switch her target of persuasion.

Sang Zhancheng stiffened for a moment and began to struggle.

“Mumu! She already said she doesn’t want to!”

“And did you want to? Weren’t you eventually persuaded by me anyway?”

Mu Jiahui once again carried Sang Zhancheng into the study and locked the door with a click, forbidding her from coming out to cause trouble.

Mu Jiahui sat down in front of Sang Mujin.

This scene also felt somewhat familiar.

A few months ago, it was Sang’s father and mother sitting here “interviewing” Mu Jiahui as their daughter-in-law.

Now, it was Mu Jiahui’s turn to be the interviewer—no, the recruiter—trying to get Sang Mujin to buy into the plan.

“Study hard and improve every day. In the future, you can go to a good university, find a good job, be independent, and support yourself.”

“But I’m a succubus; how am I supposed to study? And my family is rich, right? My older sisters don’t even have jobs.”

The eldest sister, who had been mentioned by the youngest, was currently daydreaming.

Hearing this, she subconsciously nodded, but then met Mu Jiahui’s incredibly serious gaze.

A chill ran down her spine; she had a bad feeling.

“You can also come and prepare for the adult college entrance exam, or look for a job with me.”

The premonition came true! Sang Xunmo and Sang Mujin retreated together.

Heavens, what kind of demon was their sisters’ partner? Why did she want to drag everyone she met into studying!

I’m never coming to Sang Zhancheng’s house again, both of them thought simultaneously.

“I can’t learn anything, ugh. I never even did my homework in middle school.” Sang Mujin tried another tactic to discourage Mu Jiahui.

But who was Mu Jiahui? She could even tutor a succubus as lazy as Sang Zhancheng. She wasn’t afraid of a mere Sang Mujin.

“Your sister’s foundation was even worse than yours, and she had more to learn, yet isn’t she still studying? The high school entrance exam is much simpler than the college entrance exam.”

Sang Mujin swallowed hard; she was genuinely scared.

“Your sister scored 500 points on last month’s mock exam.” Mu Jiahui dropped her trump card.

She successfully stunned Sang Mujin.

“So amazing! How did she do it!” Sang Mujin’s attention was instantly hooked. Sang Xunmo was also looking shocked.

500 points! That was enough to get into a third-tier university—not a score a “stupid succubus” could achieve!

“Study with me, and you can get into a prestigious high school too.” Indeed, a good student was the best advertisement for a tutoring class.

Although Mu Jiahui herself felt embarrassed by that score, the succubi didn’t think so.

Sang Mujin felt a shameful surge of motivation.

Anyway, whether she went to class or not didn’t matter to her; there was nothing fun to do.

Staying here to listen to her sister’s partner’s lectures while playing with her sister sounded pretty good.

Two succubi had entered Sang Zhancheng’s house, but only one left.

As Sang Xunmo walked home, she still hadn’t processed what had just happened.

How was her little sister tricked into studying?

Was this something a succubus should be interested in?!

After witnessing for an afternoon how Sang Zhancheng studied, Sang Mujin regretted it.

She knew her sister was testing well, but she didn’t know her sister had to study continuously to achieve that.

Sang Mujin was younger and even more unable to sit still.

Twenty minutes was her limit.

When she saw her sister—who used to be just as restless as her—actually sit and study quietly for two hours, Sang Mujin felt her worldview collapsing.

Taking advantage of the time Mu Jiahui spent grading exercises, Sang Mujin leaned over to Sang Zhancheng and looked at her with eyes full of worship.

“Sister! You’re so amazing! How do you manage to keep studying!”

Sang Zhancheng had to admit that this feeling was quite nice. “Hehe, it’s just average~ you just need to practice more.”

In reality, because Mu Jiahui was beside her and her younger sister was watching, Sang Zhancheng’s desire to perform spiked. She forced herself to sit for two hours without even taking a sip of water.

“Aren’t you tired then?” Sang Mujin was tired just watching. She had even been looking at her phone while watching and still barely managed to stick it out.

“Tired,” Sang Zhancheng admitted without concealment.

“Then why keep going?”

Just then, Mu Jiahui called Sang Zhancheng’s name. Sang Zhancheng’s body jolted. With tears in her smile, she looked at her little sister. “Because she is too terrifying. More terrifying than Satan.”

Sang Mujin gradually understood everything.

She didn’t want to receive the “Devil’s Baptism.” Was it too late to run now?

It seemed no one was coming to pick her up.

The eldest sister and her partner were “stumbling,” and her mother and father were “stumbling.”

Only the second sister’s partner was available.

Uh, maybe not available.

Sang Mujin watched as Mu Jiahui wrote something at high speed. She leaned in to take a closer look, but the screen full of professional terminology made her dizzy. She almost fainted from the intense “overachiever aura.”

This family was too terrifying. A succubus couldn’t survive here. She wanted to go see pretty girls cuddling!

Sang Mujin made up her mind: she would absolutely not study with Mu Jiahui. She would die; she definitely would.

Sang Zhancheng had lasted this long without playing on her phone, chatting, or cuddling—Sang Zhancheng wasn’t even acting like a succubus anymore!

Thus, the next day, Sang Mujin successfully “fell ill.”

Sang Mujin lay on a temporary bed, eyes tightly shut, hands crossed over her chest—a state of “this person is dead, burn paper if you have business.”

“Sister—” Sang Zhancheng let out a heartfelt “ying.”

She thought it was because Mu Jiahui’s dinner wasn’t good and had caused some physical issue for Sang Mujin.

Mu Jiahui saw her eyelashes trembling incessantly.

Faking it. She’s really committing to the act.

Mu Jiahui had already prepared a review plan for the high school entrance exam for Sang Mujin. Seeing the girl like this, she couldn’t exactly slap the plan onto her face.

It seemed Sang Mujin really didn’t want to study.

This move was much bolder than Sang Zhancheng’s tactics.

Mu Jiahui asked herself: she didn’t have that close of a relationship with Sang Mujin, she just couldn’t stand to see a young girl give up on herself.

But she couldn’t manage everyone.

If it really didn’t work, she would wait two years and then, together with the now-educated Sang Zhancheng, supervise the younger sister’s college entrance exam review. No big deal.

“How about I send you back to your house?” Mu Jiahui tested the waters.

Sang Mujin immediately bounced up from the bed. “Okay, okay!”

Where was there any sign of illness?

Even Sang Zhancheng understood now: her sister was faking it.

Unlike Mu Jiahui’s frustrated “iron-not-turning-into-steel” anger, Sang Zhancheng felt she had learned something.

So you can fake being sick to rest. Sang Zhancheng reached an epiphany.

After Mu Jiahui returned from sending Sang Mujin back, Sang Zhancheng collapsed onto the desk.

This gave Mu Jiahui quite a fright.

“Sang Zhancheng? Sang Xiaobai? Cheng-zi?” Mu Jiahui rushed over and lifted Sang Zhancheng up.

Sang Zhancheng began to cough and sniffle. Her eyes were half-open, looking like she truly was ill.

As expected of the older sister, her acting was much better than Sang Mujin’s.

And because Mu Jiahui was worried, she didn’t immediately see through the ruse.

She carried Sang Zhancheng to the bed and began searching the house for medicine.

First, she ruled out magic deficiency. Before leaving, Sang Zhancheng had just pulled her in for a “recharge.” Within a single hour, she couldn’t possibly be low on magic.

Could it be a cold? The weather had been bad lately, but the indoor temperature was constant, and she had been insisting on exercising with Sang Zhancheng. It shouldn’t be that.

Mu Jiahui brought warm water into the room and fed it bit by bit to Sang Zhancheng.

Sang Zhancheng felt so guilty.

Her partner was so good to her, yet she was faking illness to skip school. She had learned bad things from her sister!

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Mu Jiahui felt Sang Zhancheng’s forehead and gently stroked her head.

The temperature was normal—but normal for a human. She didn’t know what a succubus’s normal body temperature was.

“Um… I think I’m okay now.” Sang Zhancheng’s conscience couldn’t take it. After drinking the water, she prepared to get out of bed.

“No, you can’t work yourself into a problem.” Mu Jiahui pressed Sang Zhancheng back into the bed.

Even Sang Zhancheng was surprised.

She thought Mu Jiahui would be very happy to agree and then continue supervising her studies.

That would fit Mu Jiahui’s usual style—striving even if one collapsed.

But what did Mu Jiahui say? Tell her to rest?

Sang Zhancheng felt even more guilty. “No, no, no, I’m really fine. Let me get up and study.”

Mu Jiahui reacted for two seconds.

She finally saw through it. So this little brat was copying her sister and faking illness to trick her! And she had been so worried!

Your wings have grown strong and your skin is getting itchy, isn’t it! (Meaning: You’re getting bold and asking for a lesson!)