A Straight Wife Fallen from the Sky - Chapter 40

“Sang Zhancheng! You were actually faking being sick!” Mu Jiahui instantly felt that her concern from moments ago had been entirely wasted.

“Eing!” Sang Zhancheng’s tail curled up in a startle. She covered her head and squatted down.

“Get up! If I don’t make you write five sets of exam papers today, I’ll change my last name!” Mu Jiahui yanked Sang Zhancheng up from the ground in one swift motion.

“Five… five sets?!” Sang Zhancheng’s eyes widened in shock.

She suddenly felt deep regret.

What kind of rotten idea had she come up with? Why did she bother faking an illness? Not only did she fail to get a break, but she had also earned herself five extra exam papers.

What terrible luck!

Now, Sang Zhancheng truly felt a bit dizzy.

The world was spinning, her vision was darkening, and she couldn’t help but sit back down, nearly pulling Mu Jiahui down with her.

“What? You don’t want to write them?” Mu Jiahui pulled her hand away and crossed her arms, looking at Sang Zhancheng who was sprawling on the floor.

She wanted to see what other tricks this little slacker could pull out of her hat.

“No, I’m really a bit dizzy…” Sang Zhancheng stared at the ceiling.

She felt as if five exam papers were floating above her head, circling like birds and chirping mockingly at her.

—Little White Sang, tried to skip class, didn’t succeed, now write your papers—

Even her hallucinations were mocking her! Sang Zhancheng closed her eyes and sobbed a few times.

“…You’d better not be faking it.” Third time’s the charm; Mu Jiahui decided to believe her just this once.

“No, no, no, it’s real! Let me rest for a moment, I’ll be fine soon.” Sang Zhancheng struggled to stand up.

“Can we do three sets instead?” Sang Zhancheng looked at Mu Jiahui with teary eyes.

“Say one more word and it’ll be six. You’re not allowed to sleep until you finish.” She actually had the nerve to haggle; how bold, Mu Jiahui thought.

Mu Jiahui closed her eyes, refusing to succumb to Sang Zhancheng’s “puppy dog eyes” attack.

Her resistance had been getting weaker lately; one look at Sang Zhancheng and her heart would soften.

Last time, she almost gave in and let the girl play for two hours. This time, while punishing her with exam papers, she couldn’t let herself be fooled again.

“Wuu! I’ll get up and write them right now!” Sang Zhancheng sprang up like a coiled spring and flew into the study like a bolt of lightning.

Her wings actually came out, Mu Jiahui noted as she looked around.

She was very curious if Sang Zhancheng’s wings had truly “hardened” (matured).

So, after finishing two sets of papers and during their “kissing break,” Mu Jiahui seriously asked Sang Zhancheng a question: “Can I touch your wings?”

At that moment, Sang Zhancheng was still brooding over the fact that she wasn’t looking forward to the kissing.

It was probably because every kiss required writing two sets of papers first. The process was so painful that it had caused a… what do you call it? A conditioned reflex? Consequently, her interest in kissing had waned.

The succubus, who felt she was about to become “sexually frigid,” was still agonizing over her mental state when she suddenly heard Mu Jiahui’s request and failed to react in time.

“Huh?”

“Is that a no?” Mu Jiahui figured she’d let it go then.

She took another look at the little succubus’s wings. She was truly curious about how they felt—the tail too, she hadn’t really squeezed it yet.

“You can, you can, you can! You can!” Sang Zhancheng snapped out of it, flapping her wings and happily flying in front of Mu Jiahui.

She was actually flying, though not very high.

How miraculous these wings are.

Mu Jiahui reached out and gave them a squeeze.

She could actually feel them; they didn’t just pass through her hand like clothes or a wall.

Is this magic? Mu the Muggle was shocked.

They were actually quite soft, not hard at all.

It was hard to imagine such a small pair of wings could support such a… well, Sang Zhancheng was quite petite.

Mu Jiahui recalled the feeling of carrying Sang Zhancheng; the girl was truly light, not even as heavy as the barbells she used for exercise.

Sang Zhancheng’s face turned bright red. Mu Jiahui was still squeezing.

She was immersed in the soft texture, unable to pull herself away.

After finishing with the wings, Mu Jiahui was satisfied and turned her gaze toward the succubus’s heart-tipped tail.

“What about the tail? Can I squeeze it too?”

Wuaa, how excessive! The tips of Sang Zhancheng’s ears were completely red.

How could someone ask if they could squeeze her tail with such a straight face?

Even worse, the person asking was her partner, and she actually quite enjoyed the process.

It was just so embarrassing.

Seeing Sang Zhancheng nod, Mu Jiahui cupped the tail and gave it a rub.

It felt like rubbing a smooth jelly, but when squeezed firmly, the texture was like cotton—soft as a sponge cake. It was wonderful.

Even if it wasn’t fluffy, Mu Jiahui really liked these two unique organs of the succubus.

Why can’t they be shown in public?

Two months later, Mu Jiahui found herself pondering this question again.

“Thank you.” Mu Jiahui even offered a polite thank you before she finished grading the papers and proceeded to kiss Sang Zhancheng for three five-minute intervals—timed with an alarm and everything.

After the kissing, the little succubus was dazed, her tail swaying with the frequency of someone drunk—erratic, but clearly joyful.

A succubus could never be sexually frigid in this lifetime.

Sang Zhancheng chuckled to herself, feeling relieved.

At least I still really like kissing!

By the time she finished the five exam papers, forgetting to eat or sleep, Sang Zhancheng had lost half her life.

She asked Mu Jiahui for a hug and slumped into her arms, eyes vacant and mouth slightly agape, looking exactly like a dead salted fish.

Mu Jiahui felt she really should call her “Honghong” (Reddy).

Her hair was pinkish-red, which fit the nickname for a goldfish perfectly.

“It’s only eight o’clock. Finish correcting your mistakes before you go to sleep,” Mu Jiahui said after checking the time and finishing the grading.

“And don’t forget to review the previous units. Spend half an hour going over them before bed; it’ll help you remember better.”

“Okay…” Sang Zhancheng reluctantly left Mu Jiahui’s embrace to go correct her errors.

Now, she didn’t even need repeated prompting.

Looking at Sang Zhancheng’s “unwilling but actually studying” appearance, Mu Jiahui felt very gratified.

More than three months passed in the blink of an eye.

A succubus’s lifespan is naturally longer than a human’s, so to them, three months is truly just a flash.

It was only by looking at the calendar that Sang Zhancheng realized it had been nearly four months since she started her review. The first round of review in Mu Jiahui’s plan was almost over, and she had indeed finished learning almost all of the high school curriculum.

On last month’s monthly exam, she scored nearly 700. Her progress was remarkable, and she was quite pleased with herself.

Even if it was just a unit test, it was enough to make her tail wag with pride.

From the beginning when she procrastinated on every problem, to now, where doing problems had become a habit.

When she went out to exercise with Mu Jiahui, she would occasionally think about the mistakes she hadn’t corrected yet.

Sang Zhancheng felt it was a bit miraculous.

She never thought the day would come when she would think about studying while playing.

Was she still a qualified succubus?

Clearly, she wasn’t.

After nearly four months together, she and Mu Jiahui had only “played” once. It was completely inconsistent with the identity of a succubus; it would be embarrassing to even mention it.

So she hadn’t told anyone, including her mother.

If her mother found out, she’d probably say all those family heritage techniques she learned were for nothing.

There was no helping it; she had truly tried everything, but Mu Jiahui simply didn’t fall for her tricks at all. She barely seemed like a human.

She hadn’t noticed that the way Mu Jiahui looked at her was becoming increasingly strange. She just kept studying diligently, occasionally slacking off, and then being chased back to work by Mu Jiahui.

Logically, everything should have been going smoothly.

She had grown up in comfortable circumstances with a wealthy family and had never experienced hardship.

But this month, she didn’t receive the living allowance that should have been sent on time.

“Mumu, do you still have money?” This morning, Sang Zhancheng was slumped over the dining table reviewing last week’s notes when she asked Mu Jiahui.

“I do. Why? Do you want to buy something?” Mu Jiahui was cooking in the kitchen.

She had been working for two months now, holding three jobs. She had saved up a good amount from her wages and was finally no longer the penniless person who first arrived in this otherworldly place.

Now, she lived a comfortably middle-class life and no longer had to worry about where her next meal was coming from.

Having had that experience, Mu Jiahui was even more determined to push Sang Zhancheng to study hard.

It was because she had the skills from her original world that she was able to survive in this strange one.

If Sang Zhancheng ever accidentally fell into a spatial crack and crossed worlds, she wouldn’t survive without some skills.

“No, at most I wanted to buy some cosmetics… I have some savings, but my dad didn’t send me my allowance this month.”

Since she stopped going out shopping, Sang Zhancheng’s daily expenses had decreased significantly, and she had actually saved up some pocket money.

Mu Jiahui instinctively felt something was wrong. “Have you contacted your parents lately?”

“I talked to them on the phone two days ago… I felt like they seemed quite normal?”

No matter how much of a “demon” Mu Jiahui was, she wouldn’t completely cut Sang Zhancheng off from the outside world. Sang Zhancheng was allowed to have her phone for fifteen minutes every now and then.

Not a minute more; any longer and Mu Jiahui would punish her with extra exam papers.

Mu Jiahui brought the breakfast over.

“Then maybe they just haven’t had time to make the transfer. Don’t think too much, just focus on your studies. You don’t need to worry about adult matters,” she comforted Sang Zhancheng, though she felt uneasy inside.

Sang Zhancheng pouted. “I’m an adult too, you know…”

Unfortunately, whether in Mu Jiahui’s eyes, her parents’, or even Sang Xunmo’s, Sang Zhancheng was just a child who needed protection.

Therefore, no one in the Sang family had told Sang Zhancheng the bad news.

They thought things might improve after a while; it’s normal for companies to have losses.

But Sang Qi had made the wrong decisions. With continuous losses, he couldn’t even maintain the family’s daily expenses.

And so, the company went bankrupt, but Sang Zhancheng received no news of it.

It was only when her allowance didn’t arrive this month that she felt something was off.

Sang Zhancheng eventually managed to get her phone from Mu Jiahui to ask her parents about the pocket money.

As expected, she was brushed off with an excuse.

Sang Zhancheng didn’t see through it and went back to studying happily, while Mu Jiahui stared at the message on Sang Zhancheng’s phone, lost in thought.

Why does this feel so ominous?

Sang Qi and Fu Yaoqin were definitely hiding something from Sang Zhancheng.

But it wasn’t right for Mu Jiahui to force an answer.

However, the sudden change happened far too quickly.

In less than a week, a stranger knocked on Sang Zhancheng’s door.

“Who is it?” Mu Jiahui went to open the door.

She asked through the door, but her heart skipped a beat.

“This is the home of Sang Qi’s daughter, Sang Zhancheng, correct?” The person was quite polite.

Looking through the peephole, Mu Jiahui saw a lizard tail.

It was clearly a merchant-class being.

“What is this about?” Mu Jiahui didn’t open the door.

She had been having bad premonitions all week.

Especially this morning, her heart had been racing. Now that a stranger had arrived, Mu Jiahui didn’t dare open the door.

“It’s like this; let me explain briefly. Your father’s company has collapsed, and he owes a lot of money. He has used the properties under his name as collateral to repay the debts, so we are here to repossess this house,” the lizard-man explained quickly.

To be fair, he was indeed very polite—he hadn’t smashed the door down, raided the house, or dragged them out.

Mu Jiahui’s heart sank to the bottom.

Although she had considered that Sang’s father’s company might suffer losses or even go bankrupt, she hadn’t expected it to actually happen.

Her prediction had come true.

Mu Jiahui rubbed her brow.

The girl was about to face her first diagnostic exam; she needed a stable environment for review and shouldn’t be disturbed by such things.

But based on Mu Jiahui’s savings, she couldn’t afford a house, nor could she pay off the debt.

She had just said she was living a middle-class life, and in the blink of an eye, it was gone.

Mu Jiahui sighed repeatedly in her heart. She could live a life of hunger and meager shelter, but what about Sang Zhancheng?

What about Sang Zhancheng, who had grown up in luxury and never experienced a single storm?

Mu Jiahui took a deep breath; she certainly couldn’t let Sang Zhancheng wander the streets with her.

She wanted to talk to this lizard-man.

But unfortunately, Sang Zhancheng walked out of the study holding a water cup.

“Mumu? Who’s knocking? Is it my sister?”