A Straight Wife Fallen from the Sky - Chapter 4

The police officer had just finished registering the relationship between the two when she heard the transmigrator—who, as it turned out, spoke the same language—utter a very confused, “Huh?”

“A partner relationship. Does your world not have that term?”

This sort of thing had happened before; a word in this world would have the exact opposite meaning in a transmigrator’s original world—representing love on one side and hatred on the other—leading to quite a few jokes.

“Synonyms include marriage, lovers, soulmates, partners… simply put, it’s a relationship where you do very intimate things.”

Mu Jiahui understood now.

Intimate things meant kissing. She understood completely.

“Partner” here really did mean “partner.”

“We aren’t that.” She had only known this little girl for a few dozen minutes; it was far too early to talk about such things, not to mention this was a girl.

Although Mu Jiahui had heard of the concept of homosexuality, she had been single for nearly thirty years and had grown up in an environment where it was a taboo subject. She had never truly considered her own sexual orientation and subconsciously ruled out the possibility of being gay.

It was precisely because she had no concept of it in her mind that she hadn’t realized what Sang Zhancheng meant by “being partners” until now.

Now she understood—it was impossible for her to kiss such a little munchkin.

The red stamp in the officer’s hand was only a few millimeters from the paper.

She paused mid-air, momentarily unsure whether to press down.

Sang Zhancheng was quick. With a sharp smack, she slapped the back of the officer’s hand, forcing the stamp onto the paper.

The police officer thought: I’ve seen shameless people, but never someone this shameless. As expected of a member of the Succubus race, the race with the highest marriage and fertility rate. They really do rush to register.

“Little Sang, we live in an era of free marriage now. If she doesn’t agree, this stamp is useless even if I press it,” the officer advised the stubborn little succubus.

Sang Rancheng’s nose turned red instantly.

“She already promised me just now.” As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes. They didn’t fall; they just pooled there, blurring her glazed-colored pupils, making anyone who looked at her feel a sympathetic sting in their own nose.

Sang Zhancheng let out a sob, and only then did the tears break like an unbridled horse, streaming from her eyes.

But even then, the tears fell in an orderly fashion, as if rehearsed, dropping one by one to create a picture of heartbreaking fragility.

“But clearly… just now… we agreed…” The release of extreme tension was incredibly infectious. Combined with the unique voice of a succubus, it immediately drew the attention of the other officers.

They gathered around, their hearts aching just looking at Sang Zhancheng, and began to persuade Mu Jiahui.

Mu Jiahui was stunned. What agreed to? Why didn’t I know about this?

“Wait, I didn’t agree with anything?” Mu Jiahui pulled a tissue from the wooden table.

If she wipes her tears off, she’ll let her off.

While dropping watery beads, Sang Zhancheng turned toward Mu Jiahui, showing her most fragile and pitiful side.

Mu Jiahui leaned in. Sang Rancheng’s sobbing quieted down; she trembled slightly, attempting to evoke a conscience that didn’t exist in Mu Jiahui’s heart.

Just as Sang Zhancheng was about to close her eyes and wait for the tissue to touch her face, Mu Jiahui bent down.

She wiped the water droplets off Sang Rancheng’s patent leather bag.

Sang Zhancheng choked for a moment. She felt like she couldn’t breathe properly.

How could the secret technique her mother taught her have zero effect?

Wasn’t it said that tears are a succubus’s best weapon?

This time, Sang Zhancheng truly wanted to cry. She didn’t have to fake it; her tears surged like a dam breaking.

She covered her face and began to wail.

“No, wipe her tears!” An officer, who had caught on to what was happening, grew anxious and winked frantically at Mu Jiahui.

Only then did Mu Jiahui have an epiphany. She pulled out another tissue to wipe the tears of the little succubus—who wouldn’t get moldy or lose color even if she was soaked in water.

Sang Zhancheng slapped Mu Jiahui’s hand away.

There was no strength behind it, giving the “straight-as-steel” woman, who was accidentally acting like a “forced-love” protagonist, an opening.

This girl is young, but she has quite a temper.

Mu Jiahui practically held Sang Zhancheng in a death grip while wiping her tears; a bystander might have thought she was trying to start a fight.

Sang Zhancheng kept retreating. When she couldn’t back up anymore, she tucked her neck and hunched over. When she couldn’t lean back further, she closed her eyes.

A simple act of wiping tears was turned into a dramatic scene of coercion and unyielding defiance.

The officers couldn’t bear to watch and covered their faces, turning away, though internally they were quite amused.

It was their first time seeing a succubus suffer a setback in a romantic endeavor—it was very refreshing.

However,… it didn’t seem to be succubus’s fault.

One officer’s ears were still red. Even she had felt a stir in her heart watching Sang Rancheng’s crying face; she could only blame Mu Jiahui for being too much of a “straight girl.”

After a short while, Sang Zhancheng calmed down, though she was still hiccupping.

Mu Jiahui looked at her, wanting to ask what was really going on.

Sang Rancheng, thinking she was asking for forgiveness, let out a deliberate “Hmph!”, turned her head, and ignored Mu Jiahui.

She’s still young, don’t get angry.

Mu Jiahui took a deep breath and comforted herself.

She had just heard that Sang Zhancheng had only recently become an adult. Given her own life experience, there was really no need to get upset with a child whose mind might not even be fully mature.

“I didn’t agree with anything, did I? When you asked me those few times at the hospital, I didn’t say yes either,” Mu Jiahui moved to stand in front of Sang Zhancheng, trying to make eye contact.

Sang Zhancheng twisted her head to the other side again. With that sharp movement, she nearly strained her neck.

She let out an “Ow,” clutched her neck, and replied crossly to Mu Jiahui.

“You knocked me into a hospital, and you looked at my tail and wings. If you don’t offer yourself in marriage, how else do you plan to compensate me?”

Money was useless! Her family wasn’t short on cash!

While rubbing her neck, Sang Zhancheng peeked at Mu Jiahui, who was lost in thought. Color slowly returned to her face.

So annoying. This person talks so unpleasantly, so why does she happen to have a face I like so much?

It made it so that she couldn’t stay angry after just one look. She was so pathetic.

Mu Jiahui wanted to suggest paying compensation. But she was no longer that powerful CEO—where would she get the money?

The surrounding officers began to play the role of mediators, pleading in Sang Zhancheng’s case.

“Just agree with it. It’s not like you’re losing a limb. This is a succubus girl who was voted ‘Best Partner’; your good fortune is yet to come.”

“You’ve already seen such… intimate parts of her. It would be rude to refuse now.”

“Besides, you’re a transmigrator with no place to stay. Just agree with the little sister first. Divorce is very free nowadays; even if you sign a contract with a succubus, we can still process a divorce for you!”

Was that last person helping or making things worse?

Sang Zhancheng bit her lip, silently cursing that elderly officer to find nothing but pieces of ginger in her twice-cooked pork tonight.

Mu Jiahui, however, was persuaded.

She suddenly felt it made a lot of sense.

She was penniless and alone in this new world, and this girl wanted her as a partner. If she didn’t take the “sugar baby” path laid out for her, she wouldn’t be showing high morals, she’d just be stupid.

In the end, the two of them walked away with a partner certificate.

In the photo attached to the document, one looked like she had just won five million, while the other looked like someone owed her five million.

A second later, Mu Jiahui’s “penniless” status came to an end.

“The Universal Race Party is currently in power. Every new transmigrator who drops into our world receives about a week’s worth of survival supplies. Here is some basic information about this world, and here are the contact methods you might need for future loans or consumption.”

The ghost officer who had first received them stuffed the items prepared for transmigrators into Mu Jiahui’s arms.

Mu Jiahui suddenly felt as though she had been collectively scammed by this group of people.