A Straight Wife Fallen from the Sky - Chapter 48

Ever since they had spoken openly, Mu Jiahui had become increasingly clingy toward Sang Zhancheng .

In the past, she hadn’t understood why falling in love could turn two people into one, making them want to do everything together. Now, she was the one with the “love brain,” and she was actually enjoying it.

The little succubus had a tail and wings for her to play with, and her hair color was unique; Mu Jiahui could spend a long time just braiding it. Of course, she wouldn’t play for too long—usually just five minutes—before sitting down beside Sang Zhancheng to continue her own work.

Any longer, and she would be disliked by Sang Zhancheng .

The wheel of karma had turned; she finally had her day. She could only endure it—after all, she couldn’t exactly interfere with the child’s studies, could she?

The results of the first diagnostic exam came out quickly.

On the night the grades were released, Sang Zhancheng did something unprecedented: she didn’t do any practice problems. Instead, she sat glued to her phone. Mu Jiahui sat beside her, without a single word of reproach.

Sang Mujin, who had come out to slack off, saw this scene and shed tears of emotion. So, her sister did play after all! She felt relieved. Consequently, she grabbed a phone from who-knows-where, sat down next to Sang Zhancheng , and started loading a game.

Before she had even been on the phone for a minute—before the game had even finished loading—Sang Zhancheng and Mu Jiahui turned their heads simultaneously.

“You’re not allowed to play. You haven’t finished your test papers.”

They spoke in perfect unison. Sang Mujin was so startled she dropped the phone.

“Waaaaah! Why?! Why! You’re both playing!”

“I’m waiting for my grades. Besides, I’ve finished my tasks for today. You’re still short two units, right? And you still owe work from yesterday. Go study!” Sang Zhancheng declared.

Mu Jiahui patted her head appreciatively. The young girl even knew how to supervise others now; she was deeply gratified.

Sang Mujin didn’t believe it and leaned over to look. She saw that Sang Zhancheng was indeed constantly refreshing a specific webpage, not watching short videos or playing games.

Sang Mujin shed the tears of a slacker. Her eldest sister was currently working at a nightclub, and her second sister had already completed her study plan. Only she, the youngest Sang sister, was hopelessly addicted to slacking off and had several days of unfinished homework.

Who was the real succubus here?! Was it possible that in this family, she was the only “true” succubus? These “involution” kings were all fake succubuses!

Finding that no one was paying attention to her sobbing—and that someone had even confiscated the phone she had struggled to sneak out—Sang Mujin cried even harder as she retreated to her room.

“It’s out! Ahhh, Mumu, I don’t dare look! You… you look for me!” Sang Zhancheng tossed her phone onto Mu Jiahui.

Mu Jiahui hurriedly caught it. The confiscated phone also got caught up in the scramble. The two of them were frantically juggling two phones, making Sang Xunmo, who had just returned home, feel like she had walked into a circus.

Eventually, Mu Jiahui secured Sang Zhancheng ‘s phone. She was also feeling apprehensive. Sang Zhancheng ‘s grades represented her own teaching ability, not to mention they were partners with connected hearts. She desperately wanted Sang Zhancheng to do well.

She covered the screen with her hand and then slowly moved it away. She saw the leading digit was a 7.

A 7?! Seven hundred! Sang Zhancheng had scored over seven hundred!

Although this first diagnostic exam was rated as the easiest in five years, seven hundred was still not an easy score to achieve. Especially considering Sang Zhancheng had no foundation and would have likely scored only two hundred on a regular college entrance exam.

Mu Jiahui breathed a sigh of relief. Then, she moved her hand fully to see the complete score. She almost picked Sang Zhancheng up and flew with her.

“723! Baby! 723!” Mu Jiahui thrust the phone in front of Sang Zhancheng . Her nose felt a bit stingy with tears.

Sang Zhancheng burst into tears instantly. “Ugh, waaaaah! I got over seven hundred! Seven hundred… oh, I’m so happy! Mumu! Waaaah…”

The two of them huddled together, unable to speak clearly, weeping with joy.

Sang Xunmo put her things down and leaned over. “Sister, how much did you get?!” Had she misheard? Since when could a succubus score seven hundred?

“723, Sister! You… you check for me, is it real?!”

Then, Sang Xunmo saw a phone flying toward her. She caught it clumsily and saw the number starting with 7. She swallowed hard and carefully examined Sang Zhancheng ’s scores:

Math: 119

Chinese: 127

English: 132

Biology: 85

Chemistry: 74

Physics: 59

The three elective subjects all surpassed 40.

Sang Xunmo’s hands were trembling. In her entire life, she had never seen such high scores… appearing on a family member’s exam paper. She glanced at the ranking; it was no longer in the hundreds of thousands, but in the tens of thousands.

Sang Xunmo was about to cry too. She looked at the couple huddled together in tears; she didn’t want to cry alone, so she went into the bedroom to harass Sang Mujin.

Sang Mujin, suddenly grabbed by her eldest sister and having her clothes used as a tear-cloth: “?”

“Your sister is so promising, she actually scored seven hundred…” Sang Xunmo was deeply moved.

Sang Mujin was stunned. How much? Who?

So, her sister wanting to get into a top-tier university wasn’t just talk. The biggest shock to the slacker little sister’s worldview today was that a succubus really could study well. The views that so many people had instilled in her before collapsed today.

There wasn’t a huge gap between her and her second sister in terms of genes, IQ, or even appearance. If her sister could do it, she certainly could too. Perhaps she really needed to get serious and stop slacking off all day.

Despite achieving a good score and receiving the standard answers, Sang Zhancheng did not become arrogant. This was still far from the goal they had set four months ago; there was nearly a 200-point margin for improvement. She simply took the answers and began staying up late to summarize her mistakes.

Watching this, Mu Jiahui turned away to secretly wipe her tears. Although she was a mature adult, seeing Sang Zhancheng ‘s grades still moved her deeply. This was something her previous students couldn’t give her. This was her lover, her partner for the future.

In truth, she hadn’t expected Sang Zhancheng to score that high. Goals were goals, but in these four months, Sang Zhancheng had only solidified her foundation; she hadn’t practiced many difficult problems, and there were many mid-range problems she still couldn’t solve. Her score on this exam was entirely because the questions were easy. This ranking was dangerous. One wrong move, and she wouldn’t even have a choice of top-tier universities.

Logic aside, as Mu Jiahui analyzed this, her tears fell even faster. Regardless of everything that had happened—even being disturbed by her family a week before the exam—the girl had still scored over 700.

A reward was definitely in order. What should it be? Mu Jiahui’s heart stirred; she felt like playing a bit.

The next day, when she proposed a reward, Sang Zhancheng simply wagged her tail. “We’ll talk after today’s plan is finished!”

Fine, she was being “disliked” again. Mu Jiahui could only sit obediently by Sang Zhancheng ’s side, not daring to do anything but work.

Another month flew by. The New Year had arrived.

Mu Jiahui was counting her money; she was actually able to get a year-end bonus, which felt incredible. Apparently, because she had completed over a year’s worth of work in just a few months, she had frightened her boss, who hurried to give her a bonus in hopes that she wouldn’t be so “competitive” in the future.

With two more months of saving, she could move back into the kind of rental apartment she used to have. Mu Jiahui had to work hard too!

The tiny rental apartment was filled with an ever-growing atmosphere of study. With Sang Xunmo’s help, various vocabulary and formula sheets were plastered all over the house—on the dining table, walls, and even the bathroom mirror.

A small mishap occurred in the middle. A few days after Sang Mujin had resolved to study, she started playing again. Mu Jiahui didn’t have the energy to manage her, so she threw her back to her parents. Apparently, Sang Xunmo went along too, and they had a big argument.

Sang Mujin didn’t last three days with her parents. Now that it was the New Year, Mu Jiahui finally agreed to let her move back in, on the condition that she must study hard and not cause trouble.

“Second Sister! My god, I’m finally back!” Sang Mujin lunged at Sang Zhancheng , who had miraculously given herself a day off, and began crying to her sister.

At that moment, Sang Zhancheng was still “sticking” to Mu Jiahui. With an extra person suddenly there, everyone was a bit annoyed.

“Can’t you see your sister is busy?” Sang Zhancheng pushed her younger sister away without mercy.

Looking at her sister and sister-in-law, who were acting like inseparable twins, Sang Mujin started whimpering. She had no choice but to find Sang Xunmo.

“Sister… waah… tell me, how did Mom and Dad become like that?” Sang Mujin asked for a hug from the eldest sister. The eldest sister didn’t want to deal with her either, as she was still processing today’s orders. Sang Mujin could only stay obediently by her side and talk to her.

“When the money’s gone, that’s how it is. Sang Qi and Yi Ming aren’t much different, it’s just… Mom and I aren’t the same,” Sang Xunmo said with a cold expression.

“Aren’t you sad? But Sister, they fight, they fight so hard… you fight with them too… why do you have to fight?”

“Fighting is normal, isn’t it? There were contradictions between them to begin with. Mom blames Dad for making wrong decisions and ignoring the children’s safety; Dad blames Mom for doing nothing all day and waiting to be provided for. Not everyone can be like Mu Jiahui, staying through thick and thin.”

Sang Xunmo’s original intention was to go back and persuade her mother to find a job and urge her father to pull himself together. Who knew those two would still be huddled in the nice house they rented with their savings, doing nothing but fighting all day, without an ounce of fighting spirit? They were practically regressing. Those two weren’t even as hardworking as Sang Zhancheng .

Sang Xunmo didn’t have the heart to help anymore. She was overwhelmed enough handling two jobs; all she could do was argue. She didn’t go to the nightclub every day anymore. Ever since she had managed to get through a whole day by using the magic solvent she had “borrowed” from Sang Zhancheng (which Sang Zhancheng had bought months ago), Sang Xunmo didn’t care for seeking out others. The price of the solvent was high—one dose cost half a month’s salary—but it was enough to sustain her for three days. But besides eating and paying a bit of rent, she had nowhere else to spend money. She started saving up to buy the solvent.

Sang Mujin began kneading dough to help. “But I’m so scared… I’m afraid they’ll hit each other. Last time, they almost hit me…”

“Then study hard, so Zhancheng and the others will keep taking you in.”

“Sister, you’re so cold.”

“…Sigh. There’s no other way. Everyone is working hard to live. Why do you expect others to take care of you?” What Sang Xunmo regretted most now was giving the bulk of her savings to her ex-husband. During the time they lived together, that man had constantly squeezed money from her and her parents. As a result, as soon as her family fell into trouble, he ran faster than anyone, not caring at all if she might starve from a lack of magic.

So, to some extent, she could understand her father’s feelings. Her parents had been married for decades, and her mother hadn’t earned a single cent, relying entirely on her father. It was fine when there was money, but once the money was gone, the conflicts were bound to be magnified. Even Mu Jiahui wasn’t supporting Sang Zhancheng for free. She had overheard their conversation; they said they would work hard together, and neither would just support the other.

Sang Xunmo actually looked forward to that.

Sang Mujin stopped talking. She still wanted to find a protector and live a happy life with a partner. But she was afraid that if she said it out loud, her sister would get angry. After all, the argument between her sister and mother that day had started over similar words. Sang Mujin had thought this way for over ten years; without someone like Mu Jiahui constantly emphasizing it to her, this mindset was difficult to shift in a short time.

Sang Xunmo didn’t consider this, which was why she did nothing but argue with her mother and feel that her younger sister was unmotivated.

Sang Mujin looked at Sang Zhancheng , who was putting up window decorations with Mu Jiahui, and felt quite envious. Just keep your eyes open, right? There are always good partners out there, like Mu Jiahui.

The conversation between the envied Sang Zhancheng and Mu Jiahui was actually like this:

“Momentum Theorem?”

Delta p = mv_2 – mv_1.”

“Methods for producing oxygen?”

“Heating potassium permanganate, heating potassium chlorate with manganese dioxide—manganese dioxide is the catalyst—or hydrogen peroxide and manganese dioxide, which doesn’t require heating.”

“Biological characteristics of the Elven race?”

“Pointed ears, light affinity 75%…”

The two of them were building a New Year atmosphere while reviewing, literally refusing to waste a single minute.

The study state was so good that while Sang Zhancheng remembered the physiological traits of so many races, she forgot her own.

For an adult succubus, the New Year meant going into heat.