A Straight Wife Fallen from the Sky - Chapter 9

After finishing her sentence, Sang Zhancheng flopped onto the sofa. Was she really going to spend the entire next year doing practice problems? What kind of future was that to look forward to?

But for the sake of ensuring all her future days were worth looking forward to, it seemed she really did have to do those problems.

Mu Jiahui could tell that Sang Zhancheng’s attitude was softening.

“How about this… one kiss for every completed exam paper?” That should guarantee this kid grinds through at least two sets of problems a day.

Sang Zhancheng’s eyes lit up, and even the color of her tail became flirtatiously ambiguous.

“Two kisses for one paper!” Doing one paper to extend her life by one day—that was the only way to make it worth it.

She was actually bargaining.

Mu Jiahui did the math; she couldn’t give Sang Zhancheng too much freedom.

“Three kisses for two papers. Not a single one more.”

All Sang Zhancheng heard was “three.”

Look at that, her partner is actually quite considerate of her, voluntarily raising the price. She wouldn’t mind kissing a few more times.

But she also knew when to quit while she was ahead.

Fearing Mu Jiahui might snap out of it and regret the deal, Sang Zhancheng didn’t hesitate for even 0.1 seconds. She sat up from the sofa, looking full of motivation.

“Deal!”

Looking at those sparkling glaze-like eyes, Mu Jiahui felt she had misunderstood something.

Mu Jiahui never would have imagined that there were people in this world whose IQ wasn’t much higher than the monkeys in the “three in the morning and four in the evening” idiom.

“Mumu, you’re so good~” Sang Zhancheng proactively leaned toward Mu Jiahui. On such a fine night, she still hadn’t given up on certain inappropriate thoughts.

Mu Jiahui shifted her shoulder to the side, and Sang Zhancheng lunged into empty air, nearly face-planting into the ground.

She puffed out her cheeks, staring at Mu Jiahui with deep resentment.

“What? Aren’t you going to sleep?” Mu Jiahui glanced out the window. She didn’t have a watch, and there was no clock in Sang Zhancheng’s house, so she couldn’t estimate the time accurately. She could only guess, but she knew it was late into the night.

“You have to get up early tomorrow to grind through problems. You’d better go to sleep early.”

“Huh?” Early rise? For a moment, Sang Zhancheng even forgot to pretend to be angry.

“Didn’t you promise me you’d study hard? Tomorrow morning, get up early, and I’ll arrange a review schedule for you.”

Before Sang Zhancheng could squeeze out any tears, Mu Jiahui picked her up.

“Where is your room?”

“Wuu… over there. Can it not be too early? Is nine o’clock, okay?” Sang Zhancheng was dragged along by Mu Jiahui, looking like life wasn’t worth living.

One of the things she hated most in her life was waking up early.

Why couldn’t everyone arrange for work to start at noon?

Sleeping late and waking up late might be bad for the body, but it’s great for the mood!

“You call nine o’clock ‘early’?” Mu Jiahui’s pupils shook with shock as she set Sang Zhancheng on the ground.

Once on the floor, the little succubus was quite well-behaved.

She was more than half a head shorter than Mu Jiahui, standing obediently in place, head lowered and eyes blinking.

Her tail caught Mu Jiahui’s attention more than her expression.

Cute. Want to tug it.

Mu Jiahui immediately cut off those inappropriate thoughts and returned to her serious demeanor.

“What time do you usually get up?”

Sang Zhancheng turned her head away.

“Maybe eleven? Then an hour to do my makeup and get ready, so I can go out by twelve. I’m very fast.”

“…” Mu Jiahui was speechless.

If taking an hour to get ready was “fast,” then what was her five-minute routine that included breakfast and getting out the door?

“Seven o’clock. No negotiations. You still have to wash up, eat breakfast, and dawdle a bit, so you won’t start studying until eight. That’s already very late.”

Fearing Sang Zhancheng would try to argue further, Mu Jiahui used herself as an example. “When I was in school, I used to get up at four-thirty. Even after I started working, I never woke up later than six.”

Sang Zhancheng was terrified by these times. “I… sometimes… I haven’t even gone to sleep by four-thirty…”

So she was a night owl. Bad for the health; it had to be changed.

“Starting today, we’re changing your routine. Staying up late and waking up late is bad for memorizing knowledge. Do you have an alarm? I’ll come to wake you up on time tomorrow morning.”

Sang Zhancheng was sad for less than a second before she suddenly jumped up and grabbed Mu Jiahui, who was about to slip away. “Mumu! Where are you going?”

“To sleep? I’ll just sleep in the living room.”

“…” Sang Zhancheng looked at Mu Jiahui with an expression of pure disbelief.

“Are you my partner or not! Of course you’re sleeping with me!”

As she spoke, Sang Zhancheng tried to drag Mu Jiahui toward the bedroom, but she couldn’t budge her.

Sang Zhancheng thought Mu Jiahui didn’t want to.

She sat down on the floor and began to act like a spoiled brat.

“Do you even want to be my partner! Why do you want to sleep in separate rooms on our first day together!”

A partner has to do this too? Mu Jiahui truly had no common sense when it came to romance.

“It’s not that I don’t want to…” This had to be explained clearly. She craved that “soft rice” (easy life)—no, she meant she truly recognized this partnership.

In the end, Mu Jiahui followed Sang Zhancheng into the room, looking somewhat dazed.

Afterward, Sang Zhancheng witnessed her newly minted partner brush the floor with her hand, take off her jacket, and lie down right there on the floor.

Sang Zhancheng thought Mu Jiahui had learned some bad habits and was acting like a brat just like her.

It wasn’t until Mu Jiahui closed her eyes and covered herself with her jacket that Sang Zhancheng realized she was actually going to sleep.

“Mu Jiahui!” This was the first time today Sang Zhancheng had called her by her full name.

The effect was even more powerful than a mother calling her child’s full name during childhood.

Mu Jiahui was jolted awake by that shout.

As someone who could fall asleep instantly, she already had one foot in dreamland.

If Sang Zhancheng had called out any later, she would have had to go next door to ask a Dream Demon to help enter her dreams to wake her up.

“You’re not sleeping?” Mu Jiahui let out a yawn.

There was a lot to do tomorrow, and she badly needed sleep to replenish her energy.

“You, you, you! Why are you lying on the floor?”

Sang Zhancheng’s eyes were wide. “What happened to wanting to be my partner?”

Mu Jiahui glanced at the door. “This is your room. We aren’t sleeping in separate rooms.”

It was logical and well-reasoned. Perfectly justifiable—it was indeed the same room.

But it still made the crybaby cry.

Looking at the girl’s reddening nose, Mu Jiahui felt exhausted.

Her biggest confusion today was probably why this person was crying, and then why she was crying again.

She was tired and numb. A “steel-straight” woman could never understand the thoughts and feelings of a little succubus.

“Isn’t sharing one bed too crowded?” Mu Jiahui asked one last question before giving up her resistance and letting Sang Zhancheng lead her to the bed.

“It’s not crowded at all! My bed is so big that four people could lie on it with room to spare,” Sang Zhancheng said righteously.

She originally wanted to help Mu Jiahui change clothes.

Who would have thought Mu Jiahui had a thin undershirt beneath her dress shirt, giving Sang Zhancheng zero opportunity to take advantage?

Looking at the faint outline of abdominal muscles beneath the thin fabric, Sang Zhancheng was practically drooling with envy. Unfortunately, Mu Jiahui had no self-awareness; she simply lifted the blanket, pulled it over herself, and covered those beautiful lines completely.

Sang Zhancheng wanted to cry but had no tears left; she began throwing “cotton punches” at her pillow.

As Mu Jiahui’s breathing became rhythmic and even, the rowdy first day of being partners finally came to an end.

Mu Jiahui lay quietly on the edge of the bed, as if she had drawn an invisible boundary for herself—not even a single strand of her hair was allowed to cross the line by a millimeter.

Sang Zhancheng couldn’t stay still.

It was still quite a while before her usual bedtime, so she was full of energy. She tentatively scooted toward Mu Jiahui’s side.

The beautiful older sister was asleep, so she wouldn’t say things or do things to annoy her. Sang Zhancheng moved a little closer, wanting to get a better look at the beautiful partner she had brought home.

The person was truly good-looking. That mouth was also truly annoying.

Sang Zhancheng reflected on her day. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got, and she couldn’t help but reach out her hand, wanting to poke Mu Jiahui.