A Straight Wife Fallen from the Sky - Chapter 43

“I have to take a call!” Her mother had finally contacted her! Sang Zhancheng hopped to the side, holding her phone.

Mu Jiahui and Tang Xinyue stopped a bit further away.

“By the way, Mumu-chin, I’ve already finished setting up that school you asked me to help find for Little Orange-chan~ So, is she going back to school for the next few months?” Tang Xinyue took the opportunity to talk business with Mu Jiahui.

“Thank you. I’ll transfer the money to you in a bit. She should be starting school in April.”

“No worries, it wasn’t a bother~ Just think of it as earning some extra pocket money, meow~”

Tang Xinyue watched Sang Zhancheng in the distance, her cat tail giving a flick. “Besides, I’m quite curious to see how far the little one can go.”

This was the first succubus she had ever met who actually wanted to study hard. To prove that stereotypes were unreliable, she really wanted to see the little succubus get into university.

“The little one?”

“Of course. Don’t let my appearance fool you; I’m actually two hundred years old.”

Instantly, Mu Jiahui put some distance between herself and Tang Xinyue.

She had always thought Tang Xinyue was a young girl! At most, maybe a year or two older than Sang Zhancheng!

As it turned out, the woman’s age was enough to make her Mu Jiahui’s great-grandmother!

“Hahahahaha, Mumu-chin, don’t be like that, meow. You have to get used to it. Human lifespans are only considered lower-middle among the myriad races. The Cat Tribe lives much longer. If you really want to calculate it… I’m actually about the same age as you, Mumu-chin~” Tang Xinyue winked.

Mu Jiahui wasn’t even thirty, yet Tang Xinyue was two hundred. How could she believe that sentence?

On the way back, Mu Jiahui asked Sang Zhancheng about it.

“I knew she was two hundred. I can’t tell the exact number; our succubus magic level isn’t very high. If it were someone from the Crystal Tribe or something, they could probably tell at a single glance, right?” It turned out Sang Zhancheng also knew Tang Xinyue’s age.

To be precise, it was judged through the purity and level of magic power on Tang Xinyue’s person.

In the end, Mu Jiahui was the only “muggle” kept in the dark.

She had even felt guilty for two minutes about troubling a junior. Who knew she was troubling an ancestor?

Mu Jiahui sighed. Not having magic power was truly inconvenient in this world.

“What did your mother just say?” After the interlude, Mu Jiahui returned to the main topic.

“Um… she just asked how I was doing. I’m actually… a little sad.”

Mu Jiahui put her arm around Sang Zhancheng. “It’s right to be sad. If only they had said something a bit sooner, it wouldn’t have been this embarrassing.”

“You think so too? But Mumu, she is my mother after all, and Dad is… Is it bad for me to think like this? And they did it for my own good, right?” Sang Zhancheng was still a bit conflicted.

Thanks to Mu Jiahui, she at least had a place to stay. But aside from her, the entire Sang family was out on the streets.

Sang Xunmo had spent last night in a bar, finally solving the problem of replenishing magic to stay alive after her partner ran away.

Sang Qi and Fu Yaoqin had a huge argument. Sang Mujin was caught between them, trying to mediate, but was pushed away by Sang Qi.

What was once a harmonious family could never return to how it was before.

It wasn’t until this moment, after Fu Yaoqin spoke to Sang Zhancheng on the phone, that the atmosphere relaxed slightly.

“Brother Qi… is this really okay?” Fu Yaoqin watched Sang Qi asking the Lizard Tribe people for Sang Zhancheng’s address, unable to stop him.

“A-Qin, I have no choice. I never thought it would end up like this… All these years, wasn’t I the one working hard to earn money? Besides, besides! It’s not like we’re asking Zhancheng to do anything, just to let us stay for a bit. I feel bad for her too; when I make my comeback, I will definitely compensate her.”

Sang Qi argued for himself impatiently.

The meaning of his words was perfect, but his tone was filled with guilt.

Fu Yaoqin didn’t dare speak further.

Last night, she had been so suppressed by Sang Qi that she couldn’t fight back, not to mention she still needed Sang Qi’s body fluids to maintain her life.

It seemed that from beginning to end, she was the one who couldn’t leave Sang Qi.

Because she was a succubus, she had those physiological characteristics.

“Mom…” Sang Mujin pressed close to her. “Are, are you okay?”

The fierce argument between her mother and father yesterday had truly terrified Sang Mujin.

She didn’t dare speak to the suddenly menacing Sang Qi, so she could only stick by her mother’s side seeking comfort.

They had spent the night in a hallway; she was exhausted and hungry. But her mother looked even worse.

“It’s okay, baby. We… we’re going to your sister’s place.” Sang Mujin’s reaction solidified Fu Yaoqin’s resolve to seek help from Sang Zhancheng.

Sang Qi was right. They were at a dead end and needed a place to stay.

It was only for a short while; there wouldn’t be any problems.

Dozens of minutes later.

Sang Zhancheng was still at home working on practice problems.

Since Sang Zhancheng no longer needed constant supervision, Mu Jiahui had switched to a job with a heavier workload but double the pay. She sat beside Sang Zhancheng, working on proposals.

The doorbell rang abruptly.

“I’ll go check.” Mu Jiahui frowned.

It couldn’t be that the Lizard people sold their information and another batch of debt collectors had come to the door, right?

Through the peephole, Mu Jiahui saw Sang Zhancheng’s three family members.

Great. Something more troublesome than debt collectors had appeared.

For a moment, Mu Jiahui didn’t really want to open the door.

She would rather deal with debt collectors; at least they were strangers and one could talk sense to them.

“Zhancheng—Sang Zhancheng, it’s Dad! Are you there?”

Sang Qi glanced at Fu Yaoqin, gesturing for her to shout as well.

“Cheng-bao, it’s Mom. We… we’ve come to see you.”

The soundproofing in the run-down building was poor. Mu Jiahui understood exactly what this group was planning at a single glance.

But the troublesome part was that they had no direct relationship with Mu Jiahui. Mu Jiahui couldn’t bypass Sang Zhancheng to make decisions for her.

While Mu Jiahui was thinking, Sang Zhancheng heard the voices and came running out.

“Mom? Dad! Is my sister here too!” Sang Zhancheng was both surprised and happy. She looked up at Mu Jiahui, only to unexpectedly see eyes full of disapproval.

Sang Zhancheng almost opened the door.

But Mu Jiahui looked at her like that and shook her head, making Sang Zhancheng shrink back.

“Baby? I heard your voice. Dad has come to see you, hurry and open the door!”

Mu Jiahui’s brow furrowed and wouldn’t smooth out.

Because she had been burned before, her biggest annoyance was moral kidnapping.

She hadn’t encountered it in a long time; experiencing it again brought back the pain of those years.

Sang Zhancheng bit her lip.

“Mumu…” She wanted to open the door. She was also very worried about her family and wanted to see them.

“Go ahead and open it.” Mu Jiahui ultimately didn’t stop her. These were Sang Zhancheng’s family members, not hers.

Sang Zhancheng opened the door, her heart full of trepidation.

It wasn’t until she had huddled together with her family for a few minutes that the trepidation began to fade.

“This is… oh, oh, Chengmei’s partner, right?” Sang Qi was about to state his request when he turned his head and saw an unfamiliar human woman looking at them coldly.

Her gaze was so cold that Sang Qi shivered, as if his inner thoughts had been seen through.

Feeling guilty, his throat moved nervously.

All of this was caught by Mu Jiahui.

If it weren’t so inconvenient, she really would have kicked this group out.

“Hello. I rented this apartment.” To avoid as much trouble as possible, Mu Jiahui added that one sentence.

Sure enough, the father’s expression stiffened for a second. Then he cleared his throat to ease the awkwardness.

Fu Yaoqin tugged at Sang Qi’s sleeve, signaling him to give up.

Sang Qi turned his body to pull his sleeve back and even shot Fu Yaoqin a resentful look.

“What are you saying, haha, we just came to see little Zhancheng.”

Right, bringing the whole family along looking disheveled just to see the kid—if Mu Jiahui believed that, she wouldn’t be twenty-nine, she’d be nine.

“Then come in.” Mu Jiahui couldn’t stop them. She went to pour water for the group.

Taking advantage of this moment, Sang Qi grabbed Sang Zhancheng’s hand and asked her very sincerely and pitifully if she could take them in.

Sang Zhancheng finally understood why Mu Jiahui had that expression earlier.

“No, no, Dad, I didn’t pay for this apartment. Mumu rented it.” Sang Zhancheng waved her hands repeatedly, stepping back a few paces.

“Cheng-bao, just have some pity on your father and mother. And your sister, she’s only fifteen. Do you have the heart to watch us live on the streets? Go and plead with your partner, okay?”

After Sang Qi finished, he looked at Fu Yaoqin, who had turned her face away, cursing her in his heart for being useless. Then he patted Sang Mujin’s shoulder.

“Xiao Jin, were you freezing last night?”

Sang Mujin felt very embarrassed, but she still nodded.

She really was cold and hungry; it would be so good if her sister would take them in.

Sang Zhancheng was torn. She couldn’t bear it, and she really wanted to be with her family.

But… the apartment wasn’t hers.

“This… this, I have to ask Mumu for her opinion, um…” Sang Zhancheng was worried to death.

She was extremely conflicted, and then she saw Sang Qi looking at her with an “impatient for her to succeed” look.

She instinctively shrank her neck, yet she knew that this was somehow different from the “impatient for her to succeed” expression Mu Jiahui sometimes had.

Sang Zhancheng looked around frantically in her conflict, finally spotting something she had been waiting for and calming down.

Sang Qi followed her gaze and turned around.

With a clack, right in front of her father-in-law, Mu Jiahui slammed the water glass down on the table.