A Straight Wife Fallen from the Sky - Chapter 5

Mu Jiahui held an amount of money equivalent to the average monthly income of this world—comparable to three thousand yuan in her original world.

She also had a bag of bread, fruit, and water, and even a camping tent.

The money had finally arrived.

She followed Sang Zhancheng out of the Police Bureau. After finishing the inventory of her supplies, she gave Sang Zhancheng’s sleeve a little tug.

The pretty sister pulled my sleeve!

Sang Zhancheng was instantly excited; her tail almost popped out.

Was she having a change of heart? Did she want to thank her, or perhaps confess?

Sang Zhancheng turned around, her apricot-shaped eyes wide. Her purple-pink pupils shimmered with a hint of golden light, reflecting Mu Jiahui’s image within them.

A young girl’s gaze is always pure.

Especially when staring directly at someone she liked, her eyes rippled like a poem filled with the essence of spring. Paired with her youthful and exquisite face, she looked utterly captivating—like an abyss or a night sky that one would fall into with a single glance.

However, Mu Jiahui only saw a purple blob.

She was severely nearsighted and had zero perception of beauty. No matter how cute a person was, in her eyes, they were just human beings.

“I can pay you back,” Mu Jiahui said, pulling out the money she had just received.

It hadn’t even warmed up in her hand before she had to give it away. She felt a sharp pang of heartache and was emotionally reluctant, but her logic told her it was better than being tied to a stranger.

The smile on Sang Zhancheng’s face froze.

At this moment, she truly began to doubt herself.

She was a succubus! Her ancestors were famous figures in the succubus world; she was a succubus with a very pure bloodline.

How could she not handle a human with absolutely zero magic resistance?

Could it be that the secret arts her mother taught her were all fake?

If that were the case, she should at least get back the magic power she had consumed. She was starving to death.

Sang Zhancheng was so angry she wanted to bite someone.

“Fine, pay me! I’ll let you pay!” She whipped out her phone, opened the calculator, added up the amounts deducted in her text messages, and shoved it in front of Mu Jiahui’s eyes.

Mu Jiahui saw a number with one more zero than her total assets.

She fell silent. Was medical treatment so expensive in this world? She feared she couldn’t afford to pay even if she sold herself.

Well, selling herself to anyone was still selling herself, and marrying anyone was still marrying. At least Sang Zhancheng was a cute and harmless girl.

Maybe she was even a wealthy woman.

Life is better following a rich lady. Thinking of that string of zeros, Mu Jiahui resigned herself to her fate. She decided it was better to honestly follow this young girl.

Sang Zhancheng was so angry she didn’t speak to Mu Jiahui the whole way.

By the time she led Mu Jiahui home, her anger had mostly dissipated.

She opened the door and let out a highly exaggerated “Wow!” at the surprise she had long anticipated.

Today was Sang Zhancheng’s coming-of-age day.

In the long life of a succubus, the coming-of-age day is considered extremely important. Naturally, her family would not be absent.

“Baby~” “Little Cheng!” Several calls from her parents and sisters instantly filled the air.

Sang Zhancheng was overjoyed. She lunged toward her dear mommy, then proceeded to give her dad, her older sister, and her younger sister each a hug.

“This must be the partner my daughter found. She looks so striking! Come on in!”

Sang’s mother, Fu Yaoqin, greeted Mu Jiahui with great enthusiasm.

Mu Jiahui was stunned.

How could she have guessed that this pestering girl who had forcefully bound them together would take her directly to meet the parents?

What should I do if I was forced into a marriage on my first day of transmigration and then taken to meet the parents? Waiting online, urgent.

Mu Jiahui was a bit stiff.

She had never experienced anything like this before. Rather, she had never considered getting married and had zero knowledge stored on the subject.

She swallowed nervously and was pulled by Fu Yaoqin to sit on the sofa.

Mu Jiahui prepared herself to undergo an “interview” with the family of her stranger-wife!

Interviewer Mother-in-law Fu took the lead, sitting to the front-left of Mu Jiahui.

Interviewer Father-in-law Sang followed closely, sitting to the front-right of Mu Jiahui.

Here it comes.

Mu Jiahui sat up straight, bringing her prepared self-introduction to the tip of her tongue.

My name is Mu Jiahui, I am twenty-nine years old, graduated from a top-two university, and have work experience in several well-known large companies…

The expected census-style interrogation did not occur.

Sang Qi pulled out a check and tucked it into Mu Jiahui’s hand.

This script didn’t seem right.

Could it be the legendary “Here is five million, leave my daughter” wealthy family rejection script?

Mu Jiahui was almost ready to say, “At least give me ten million.”

To be fair, five million would be fine; she would leave their daughter.

Fu Yaoqin spoke from the side.

“Cheng said you traveled here from another world. You must be very unaccustomed to the new world and need a lot of money. This is a small token of our appreciation, please accept it.”

Wealth—no, happiness—came rather suddenly.

Mu Jiahui pushed back a couple of times, making Fu Yaoqin so anxious she almost manually stuffed the check into Mu Jiahui’s bag.

Aside from “Straight-Woman Mu,” succubus were actually quite good at “forced love.”

However, since the thing being given was money and not ropes, it was unlikely anyone would refuse.

Mu Jiahui accepted the check in a daze, blinded by the string of zeros on it.

How much money was it? Why were there so many digits she couldn’t count them?

It seemed she had truly landed a “soft rice” (sugar baby) life.

Sang Zhancheng was happily playing a queueing game with her sisters.

Mu Jiahui, nearly thirty, was classified as part of the younger generation because of her partner certificate with Sang Zhancheng. Under the persuasion of her parents-in-law, she joined the games of the young people.

Sang Zhancheng’s older sister, Sang Xunmo, won the first round.

But Mu Jiahui gradually mastered the rules of their modified turn-based card game and began to take the upper hand.

The second round was a draw. After that, the three Sang sisters never won against Mu Jiahui again.

“Sister, the partner you found is quite impressive. Is she very smart?” Sang Xunmo whispered to her younger sister.

At this moment, Sang Zhancheng was in a good mood. Hearing the words “your partner” gave her a sense of shared glory, and she became proud.

“Hmph, of course. Your sister has great taste.”

Sang Xunmo temporarily ignored this public display of affection. She had a partner of her own.

Moreover, Mu Jiahui was clearly setting traps for Sang Zhancheng every round. If they hadn’t been playing a version without betting, Sang Zhancheng would have lost everything down to her underwear.

She highly doubted the depth of their love.

It was likely just a temporary partner thrown together, and they would probably divorce in a few days.

After finishing the chaotic birthday banquet with the Sang family as a new partner, Mu Jiahui finally welcomed a moment of leisure.

She needed some time to organize the information about this world.

“Mumu, do you want more cake? There’s only one bite left.” Sang Zhancheng was happily “shaking her flower hands” (dancing), her curly twin tails swaying behind her head. Every gesture radiated joy.

She didn’t seem to consider the possibility of being socially anxious at all.

Mu Jiahui declined bluntly. She sat on the sofa by the window to ensure Sang Zhancheng wouldn’t harass her every second and flipped through the handbook given by the Police Bureau.

Since she had taken the parents’ money, Mu Jiahui had no other thoughts.

She should fulfill her responsibilities as a partner. It was just a kiss; a touch of the lips was all it took. What was the big deal?

Could it be harder than climbing a mountain path on an empty stomach?

Mu Jiahui cheered herself up.

It was also thanks to her nearsightedness that she didn’t see Sang Zhancheng’s somewhat unsteady steps.

Two minutes later, Sang Zhancheng, who said she was going to eat cake, hadn’t spoken.

Five minutes later, the chatterbox’s excessive silence caught the attention of Mu Jiahui, who was reading.

Seven minutes later, Mu Jiahui couldn’t sit still. She closed the handbook, turned, and saw a blurry pink figure slumping over the table.

She stood up abruptly and rushed toward the dining table.

She saw Sang Zhancheng collapsed on the table, her breathing rapidly, her face flushed red, and her eyes lacking the strength to even open.