A Straight Wife Fallen from the Sky - Chapter 42

“?” Mu Jiahui didn’t understand; she stopped her hands from packing things and looked back at Sang Zhancheng.

“I mean, from now on, will Mumu be the one supporting me?” Sang Zhancheng leaned against Mu Jiahui and rubbed against her, suddenly feeling a bit happy.

It felt as if she could be like this with Mu Jiahui forever. Was this the feeling of happiness?

Sang Zhancheng wasn’t sure; it felt somewhat different from the happiness of eating a big meal.

Hearing this, Mu Jiahui almost pinched her philtrum to keep from fainting.

After experiencing such things, she could actually still place her hopes on someone else supporting her.

For a moment, Mu Jiahui didn’t know how to evaluate it. Should she say this child was pitiably naive, or incredibly foolish?

Being simple-minded isn’t a fault, but being too simple makes it easy to make mistakes.

“I will not support you,” Mu Jiahui refused very decisively.

She could not give the child the possibility of just lying flat.

She hoped Sang Zhancheng could rely on herself to obtain a degree and a job.

Not to mention making a contribution to society, but at least to be worthy of herself.

Sang Zhancheng’s smile trembled.

“But, but… that’s how it’s played out in TV dramas? Novels are written that way too…” Sang Zhancheng lowered her head.

She thought that was how things were supposed to develop.

They loved each other, but after experiencing hardships and resolving the incidents, Mu Jiahui would hold her in her arms, tell her not to worry, and say she could support her from now on.

But Sang Zhancheng didn’t know.

Protagonists who accept those words and lie flat waiting for food never end up well in the end.

No cinematic work would mention that part, and Sang Zhancheng’s life experience was limited; she couldn’t even find a few examples.

As for her sister… actually, it had always been her brother-in-law living off her family. No wonder now that the Sang family had no money, the brother-in-law ran away quite decisively.

“Watch less of that hollow stuff and watch more of the news,” Mu Jiahui patted Sang Zhancheng’s head. “Hurry up and pack; you have to review tomorrow.”

“Alright then…” Sang Zhancheng’s heart sank just like that.

The excitement ended, and disappointment and emptiness followed one after another.

Looking at the dim light, the narrow corridor, and the room that could barely fit a bed and a desk, the feeling of helplessness struck again.

Mu Jiahui said she wouldn’t support her.

She really couldn’t go back to the kind of life she had before.

Her parents and younger sister were missing, and her older sister didn’t know which park she was spending the night in tonight.

She was just slightly lucky to have a place to stay.

But this place wasn’t bought with her money. The house belonged to the landlord, and Mu Jiahui paid the rent.

No matter how you looked at it, she had no connection to this house.

Thinking again of Sang Xunmo’s partner who left as soon as things got tough, Sang Zhancheng’s heart plummeted once more.

It turned out she truly had nothing.

Everything she had, not one bit belonged to her.

As long as it didn’t belong to her, it could suddenly leave her one day.

Mu Jiahui was still accompanying her now, but what if one day, Mu Jiahui left too?

But studies, grades, skills, diplomas… as long as she obtained these, they would belong to her; no one could steal them away.

Sang Zhancheng seemed to understand a bit of the meaning behind Mu Jiahui making her study.

“Mumu… that, I still have a little money. About the rent, I can split it with you.” At three in the morning, neither of them had fallen asleep. Sang Zhancheng poked the eyes-open Mu Jiahui beside her and said softly.

Mu Jiahui rolled over to face Sang Zhancheng. “You save it. I can afford it.”

She habitually patted Sang Zhancheng’s head, wanting to comfort the startled little succubus.

Sang Zhancheng leaned into her arms. “But… you said you wouldn’t support me.”

The bed was very small. It could barely squeeze in two people.

The window wouldn’t close tightly, and cold wind occasionally puffed onto the bed.

Sang Zhancheng had never bought a thick quilt; at this moment, she could only move closer to Mu Jiahui to keep warm.

Mu Jiahui held her.

It was clearly very warm.

Pressed against Mu Jiahui’s chest, Sang Zhancheng couldn’t stop the sadness in her heart.

There were too many things worth being sad about; she couldn’t distinguish which one hurt more, so her tears couldn’t even flow.

“I won’t say I’ll support you,” Mu Jiahui thought for a moment and spoke.

She lightly caressed the ends of Sang Zhancheng’s hair, her fingertips combing through the knots created by a day of rushing around.

“But that doesn’t mean I want you to calculate every bit of money with me. It’s just that if I said those words, it wouldn’t be romance, it wouldn’t be a promise—it would be causing you to fall into depravity.”

Sang Zhancheng trembled slightly.

“But I… I won’t leave without saying goodbye, and I won’t leave you when you are in difficulty.” Mu Jiahui thought, she really didn’t want to leave anymore.

What she had planned before—save enough money, send Sang Zhancheng to university, and then return to her original world—now she was reluctant to part.

Companies can be opened again, money can be earned again.

But the original world was cold and icy, without even a single person worth missing.

Let alone someone like Sang Zhancheng, who would say “thank you for your hard work,” who would act spoiled with her, and who loved her with all her heart.

Perhaps she really did like her a little.

Mu Jiahui closed her eyes, yet she could still see the Sang Zhancheng who smiled at her and cried with her.

She could still feel that vivid, simple vitality—unpolluted vitality with infinite possibilities.

She wanted to protect this preciousness.

But she wouldn’t lock her in a greenhouse.

They would face the wind, rain, heat, and cold together.

“Then you…” Sang Zhancheng grabbed Mu Jiahui’s clothes and looked up at her. She wanted a promise.

“I hope you believe in yourself. I hope we work hard together and progress together. Perhaps the road of struggle will be very bitter, but I… I will always be your backup. I will always be behind you, supporting you.” Mu Jiahui gave her promise.

A breeze blew past.

The sound of the wind whistled, brushing past their temples, yet it could not penetrate the warmth of the embrace.

It turned out that this feeling was true happiness.

Sang Zhancheng couldn’t stop herself from wanting to laugh, yet tears followed, falling from the corners of her eyes.

“Ah… don’t cry, did I, did I say something wrong?” For the first time, Mu Jiahui was a bit panicked.

She didn’t know that her words just now counted as a confession, but those words had indeed exhausted all the sincerity she could give.

Seeing Sang Zhancheng cry, she suddenly became even more apprehensive.

The little crybaby loved to cry, but she didn’t want to see her shed this many tears anymore.

“No, it’s not that.” Trembling, Sang Zhancheng reached out and hugged Mu Jiahui tightly.

“I like you so much, Mumu. You are the best partner in the whole world.”

Mu Jiahui had no experience and was clearly a bit awkward.

Sang Zhancheng had confessed to her many times, but none had warmed her heart like this one.

In the past, she wanted to refuse; today, she didn’t.

She only wanted to hold Sang Zhancheng tightly, and perhaps hear a few more words like that.

“You are too… the best little succubus in the whole world,” Mu Jiahui followed suit and returned a sentence.

Suddenly, her lips felt warm.

That was the feeling of hearts finally connecting. Even the soul shivered at this point of contact.

Sang Zhancheng thought she had waited for such a kiss for too long.

So this was what kissing truly was.

There was no alarm clock, no resistance or rejection; who knows how much time passed.

“Alright, darling, it’s time to sleep.” Mu Jiahui rubbed Sang Zhancheng’s head, her breath still uneven.

“Mhm~ Tomorrow I will definitely study hard!”

Seeing the little succubus close her eyes and fall asleep in a second, Mu Jiahui touched her own face.

The original intention was to wipe the saliva off her face, but she touched the corners of her mouth that wouldn’t go down.

She really did like Sang Zhancheng. Mu Jiahui admitted defeat.

She was being held quite tightly by Sang Zhancheng, to the point where she couldn’t even turn over.

That’s fine too. Anyway, they were partners now, and they wouldn’t have to get a divorce in the future.

But what about that kind of thing? Mu Jiahui remembered that very terrible experience from before.

Even if she could convince herself in terms of romance.

Heartbeats cannot be hidden, and sexual orientation is even less of a problem in this world; she could see many girls with fingers interlocked just walking on the street.

But that kind of thing—Mu Jiahui didn’t even want to think about it again.

Her mind automatically blocked out the Sang Zhancheng she saw that day, and also forgot most of how she had done it.

But she couldn’t deny that she probably did a really poor job.

As Mu Jiahui thought about it, she found it even harder to fall asleep.

By the time Sang Zhancheng opened her eyes, Mu Jiahui still hadn’t fallen asleep.

Sang Zhancheng looked at the eye-closed Mu Jiahui and didn’t realize she was faking sleep.

“Good morning, my dear, cute, best Mumu~”

Sang Zhancheng poked Mu Jiahui’s face, hopped off the bed very cheerfully, and went to wash up on her own initiative.

She had promised Mu Jiahui that they would struggle together; she had to work even harder.

After lying there for a minute, Mu Jiahui sprang up from the bed.

Even Sang Zhancheng wasn’t sleeping in anymore; what right did she have to lie here!

She still had to supervise the little succubus, who had finally gained some fighting spirit, to study well!

Sang Zhancheng really studied for a whole day. She didn’t make a fuss at all.

In the afternoon, Mu Jiahui felt that her little succubus had finally grown up. She was very gratified and decided to go out and buy some groceries to celebrate.

After buying the groceries and coming back, Sang Zhancheng was actually still doing problems. She hadn’t even played with her phone once, and there were no strange pencil marks or correction fluid stains on the test paper.

Mu Jiahui was so touched she almost cried.

“Zhancheng, want to take a break? I bought you a cake.”

Sang Zhancheng’s ears twitched. “Call me baby!”

“Ba… Baby.” With a red face, Mu Jiahui obediently called out.

The corners of Sang Zhancheng’s mouth curled up, but then she felt it wasn’t right, patted her face, and focused back down.

“Not going to eat? Baby.” Mu Jiahui leaned over.

Sang Zhancheng pushed Mu Jiahui away with one hand. “Don’t disturb my studying!”

“…” Mu Jiahui’s eyes widened.

Was this the tables turning? It was actually Sang Zhancheng’s turn to push her away.

Mu Jiahui had no choice but to silently leave the study and go prepare dinner.

While cooking, she felt gratified; her baby was finally being proactive.

She was so happy she would make one extra meat dish today!

Sang Zhancheng, watching Mu Jiahui actually leave: …

She was just performing a tiny bit of revenge on Mu Jiahui; how did she actually drive the person away?

Sang Zhancheng’s eyebrows drooped.

She felt something wasn’t quite right and looked behind her.

It turned out she had forgotten to let her tail out. Being at home now, she could let her tail and wings out.

Truth be told, it was really comfortable. Sang Zhancheng was now unaccustomed to keeping her tail and wings tucked away.

After dinner and studying for another hour, the two went for a night run to exercise together.

“Little Cheng-zi, Mumu-chan~ Good evening meow, I didn’t see you guys at all yesterday~” Tang Xinyue indeed appeared and joined the two in their night run.

“How has your studying been lately, Chengzi-chan?” Perhaps seeing that Sang Zhancheng would be unhappy if she talked to Mu Jiahui, Tang Xinyue spoke more to Sang Zhancheng.

“I think it’s okay. I’m going to study hard! Get into… uh, get into a certain university.” Sang Zhancheng suddenly remembered that Mu Jiahui’s goal for her was Dongwei University.

Mu Jiahui was her partner; she shouldn’t be leading her into a trap.

But she was only at 600 points right now; how could she get into Dongwei University, where the cutoff was above 900?

Sang Zhancheng suddenly felt a bit anxious.

Seeing the two of them chatting very happily, Mu Jiahui felt inexplicably displeased and reached out to pull Sang Zhancheng into her side.

Now it was Tang Xinyue’s turn to blink in a daze.

What was the situation? She had only not seen these two for a few days; since when had they become so lovey-dovey?

But it should be a good thing. Looking at Sang Zhancheng’s expression, Tang Xinyue felt her state of mind had improved a lot.

The three of them ran for a while, then Sang Zhancheng’s phone rang.

She opened it to look; it was a call from her mother.