After Escaping My Paranoid Wife's Control - Chapter 21

After finishing two cans of ice-cold beer, Song Yu picked up her chopsticks and began to eat her instant noodles.

In her previous life, when she lived her days with Ji Mingsui, the household had nine chefs working in three shifts, dedicated exclusively to serving her alone.

The refrigerator and the storage room in the kitchen were permanently stacked to the brim with her favorite foods and drinks.

The chefs employed by the household would not only prepare sumptuous and delicious dishes according to her taste for every single meal, but if she suddenly craved something and mentioned it casually, the domestic staff would definitely present the exact food she wanted right in front of her within less than half an hour.

Yet, after her rebirth, because she was heavily debt-ridden, she could only gorge on instant noodles to fill her stomach for dinner.

The stark and tragic contrast between her two lifetimes did not make Song Yu feel frustrated.

As she ate her instant noodles, she smiled and lamented, “It’s not really that hard anyway.”

Although transitioning from luxury to frugality is difficult, after her rebirth, she had used only a single day to adapt to this kind of mundane and ordinary life.

Song Yu knew perfectly well in her heart that Ji Mingsui worked so desperately hard to make money and strived to provide her with the most luxurious lifestyle because, aside from loving her, Ji Mingsui explicitly harbored the intention of spoiling her rotten and crippling her independence.

Both her heart and her person were undoubtedly what Ji Mingsui wanted.

But if it was truly impossible to obtain her heart, Ji Mingsui was perfectly capable of settling for the next best thing and merely possessing her body.

Therefore, during those years she spent with Ji Mingsui, Ji Mingsui had constantly used overwhelming wealth and class privileges to corrode her body and soul, attempting to turn her into a pampered, delicate canary who could not endure a single bit of hardship, suffer a single bit of pain, or tolerate a single bit of grievance.

Song Yu gave her head a smug little wag.

How unfortunate that Ji Mingsui’s calculations had missed the mark.

For the sake of freedom, she could endure any hardship, suffer any pain, and tolerate any grievance.

“I didn’t even expect that I could be so worthy of praise.” Regarding this point, Song Yu was also quite surprised herself.

Having been pampered and spoiled by Ji Mingsui for eleven years, she had actually adapted so rapidly to this current life of heavy debts and arduous difficulties.

Evidently, she was inherently a person who did not admire glory and wealth, nor did she lust after power and influence.

In this materialistic society, a person like her was truly too rare to come by.

Taking a sip of the instant noodle broth, she praised herself, “I really am just too amazing.”

After finishing the instant noodles, Song Yu got up to clean.

She first threw the empty beer cans and the instant noodle bowl into the trash can, wiped the coffee table clean with a rag, and only then curled up onto the small sofa. She picked up her phone, eating potato chips while tapping open her absolute favorite mobile game.

Song Yu played three consecutive matches.

All three matches ended in disastrous defeat.

Never mind entering the final showdown circle; she had not even managed to slaughter her way into the top 50 rankings.

“Hmph.” Song Yu kicked her legs straight out in sheer anger.

She was just about to hire a few highly-skilled gaming companions to carry her into the final showdown circle, when she suddenly remembered that in this lifetime, she was no longer a canary whose pocket money was too limitless to ever spend entirely, but rather a debt-ridden ordinary person.

Consequently, she tossed her phone to the side and said through gritted teeth, “I’m not playing anymore, fine?!”

Games could not compare to freedom at all.

For the sake of freedom, she would rather never hire skilled gaming companions for the rest of her life, never make it into the final showdown circle forever, and remain a debt-ridden ordinary person for this entire lifetime.

Having comforted and placated herself, Song Yu stood up to wash up.

She washed her face and brushed her teeth in the cramped bathroom, then changed into her pajamas and pajama pants, merrily lying down onto the narrow single bed inside the rental room.

Not long after she had just lain down, Song Yu began to uncontrollably miss Ji Mingsui.

She closed her eyes, and her mind was entirely filled with the cold, detached, and distant gaze Ji Mingsui had used when looking at her today in the elevator, the conference room, and the company.

Accompanying the images in her mind, she seemed to smell that citrus scent on Ji Mingsui’s body again a scent that was both familiar and seductive.

Song Yu took a deep breath. She forced her eyes wide open and looked toward that jacket hanging on the clothes hanger, which was tainted with Ji Mingsui’s scent.

She licked her lips, deciding to first rely on her willpower to endure it for a bit.

After enduring for tens of seconds, she truly could not hold back anymore.

As she got up to fetch that jacket, Song Yu lamented with lingering trepidation, “Fortunately, I was reborn.”

Facts proved that her willpower was extremely flimsy.

This was merely a jacket tainted with Ji Mingsui’s scent.

If Ji Mingsui herself were standing right in front of her, she wouldn’t even be able to endure for tens of seconds.

As long as Ji Mingsui hooked a finger at her, she would definitely be just like a dog raised by Ji Mingsui, wagging her tail and impatiently throwing herself onto Ji Mingsui’s body.

Of course, her endurance being this poor was also the result of Ji Mingsui’s deliberate and calculated designs.

In order to better control her, Ji Mingsui had always granted her every single demand.

Ji Mingsui had truly, truly spoiled her.

When she was together with Ji Mingsui, she did not even need to state it explicitly; as long as she showed the slightest hint of wanting it, Ji Mingsui would voluntarily take off her clothes, press herself against her body, and satisfy her every single need with an incomparably submissive posture.

“Endure what?”

“I am yours, you can play however you want.”

“Aside from me, there will never be anyone else who will enshrine you like an ancestor.”

“It grew exactly for you, so of course it feels handy when you use it.”

“Did you know? In this world, you are the only person who can do absolutely whatever you want to me.”

Over the course of time, her willpower had been coddled by Ji Mingsui into becoming weaker and weaker.

Spiritually, she desperately wanted to leave Ji Mingsui.

However, her body had sunk into oblivion during the day-after-day lingering intimacies, thoroughly infatuated with Ji Mingsui’s humble and submissive posture, becoming utterly unable to leave Ji Mingsui ever again.

Before her rebirth, Song Yu had already gone many days without being intimate with Ji Mingsui.

She was inherently holding it in quite uncomfortably.

Recalling those sweet words Ji Mingsui had spoken to her in the past to brainwash her made her feel even more like she was about to be driven crazy by suppression.

Under this unbearable distress, Song Yu impatiently pressed that jacket against her face.

After the passing of most of the day, the scent on the jacket had already dissipated almost completely.

She could only sniff with great force to catch a meager trace of Ji Mingsui’s scent on that jacket.

Song Yu treated that jacket as Ji Mingsui. She bit down on the fabric with her teeth, thinking of the perfunctory and polite attitude Ji Mingsui had used when speaking to her today. As she tore and bit at it, she asked in a harsh voice, “What are you putting on an act for?”

“Have you forgotten the times you knelt down to beg me?”

Ji Mingsui liked a rougher sensation, so whenever she was intimate with Ji Mingsui normally, her attitude was always very fierce. “When you didn’t love me, you were a person who cared quite a lot about your dignity; how come after you fell in love with me, you became so shameless?”

Once she had torn and bitten at it enough, Song Yu moved that jacket downward.

The fabric, tainted with Ji Mingsui’s scent, slowly glided across her neck, her chest, her lower abdomen…

An hour later, Song Yu finally let that piece of clothing go.

She took several deep breaths, and after the physical arousal in her body had calmed down slightly, she stood up and carefully hung that clothes-item which had been made entirely wrinkled by her back onto the clothes hanger.

Looking at the jacket that was wrinkled beyond recognition, Song Yu could not help but have her old face turn red, so utterly ashamed that she did not even know what to do with herself.

Although her turning into this kind of state was completely Ji Mingsui’s fault.

Yet, she still could not resist cursing herself, “I really am just too perverted.”

She raised her hand, gently caressing that jacket, and apologized to Ji Mingsui with a guilty gaze, “I’m sorry.”

“Just this once, I promise there will never be another…”

Song Yu, who knew exactly what her own virtue was like, stopped her promise halfway through and shut her mouth.

She knew clearly in her heart that with her muscle memory regarding Ji Mingsui, this would definitely not be the only time.

There would absolutely be a next time.

A next-next time, a next-next-next time…

Song Yu let out a sigh.

Transitioning from luxury to frugality in daily life was indeed not considered difficult for her.

No matter how arduous the days were, if she worked hard to adapt to them, she could still live them out while laughing merrily.

However, transitioning from luxury to frugality in their marital life was, for her, truly too difficult.

Yes, she did not admire glory and wealth, nor did she lust after power and influence.

But she craved Ji Mingsui!

She craved her so much!

Song Yu, who earlier had praised herself by saying, “I can actually be so worthy of praise” and “I really am just too amazing” because she could endure the hardships of an ordinary life, couldn’t help but curse herself loudly upon thinking about the shameless things she had just done to that jacket tainted with Ji Mingsui’s scent all because she could not endure the hardships of a sexless marriage:

“I can actually be so useless.”

“I really am just too pathetic.”

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