The Venomous Wife Let Me Go - Chapter 39

Bai Jun pursed her lips.

In her imagination, Lin Song should have loathed her to the extreme, which was why she wanted to toy with her and seek revenge. A Lin Song like that ought to find any physical contact between them utterly repulsive.

Lin Song’s current proximity was likely only because she was genuinely terrified, losing her composure in the moment. Once Lin Song regained her senses, she would probably feel disgusted by her again.

Consequently, Bai Jun’s hand by her side trembled slightly, but she restrained the urge to reach out and embrace Lin Song for comfort.

The movie continued.

Lin Song seemed to lean in even closer. Her hot breath sprayed entirely against Bai Jun’s ear, bringing a sharp, numbing itch. Bai Jun instinctively wanted to pull away, but remembering Lin Song’s fearful state, she kept her body stiff in the seat, maintaining her original posture and allowing Lin Song to hold her.

However, while Bai Jun couldn’t move, Lin Song’s nerves seemed stretched to the breaking point as she let out a whimper like a kitten.

“Bai Jun, hold me,” Lin Song whispered into her ear. She sounded as if she found the words difficult to say; perhaps because of the fear, her voice carried a trace of lingering charm that was incredibly pitiable.

The darkness blurred one’s senses. The atmosphere made Bai Jun recall late nights from months ago when Lin Song was also delicate, using that same voice to act spoiled in her ear.

Thump, thump…

Her heart accelerated uncontrollably.

She was the one who requested it…

Her mouth felt dry. The divider between them had been raised by Lin Song at some point. Biting her lower lip, Bai Jun—as if possessed—finally reached out and pulled Lin Song into her arms, cradling her.

A tingling sensation filled her heart, like a void being suddenly occupied. Lin Song had been acting like a fierce tiger lately, bossing Bai Jun around without a single kind expression; Bai Jun hadn’t expected her to have such a docile moment.

Lin Song moved over naturally, practically shrinking herself entirely into Bai Jun’s embrace. Perhaps this posture gave Lin Song a renewed sense of security, as she began giving orders again.

“I’m too scared to watch. Narrate the movie to me.”

As if afraid of disturbing other viewers, Lin Song practically pressed her lips against Bai Jun’s ear to speak. During the exchange, her lips brushed against Bai Jun’s earlobe. A jolt went down Bai Jun’s spine, and she nearly lost control and pushed Lin Song away.

“The man in the white hat was killed by a runaway car…”

The familiar scent of Lin Song’s perfume filled her nose. Lin Song’s presence occupied every corner of her personal space; Bai Jun had nowhere to run. Her head felt dizzy as she whispered the narration, yet she could hardly recall the plot.

Sensing her distraction, Lin Song gave her waist a righteous pinch.

“Lean closer when you talk. You’re being too loud; you’ll disturb the others.”

She could only obediently lower her head. However, it was so dark that she couldn’t judge the distance correctly. In a daze, her lips seemed to brush against Lin Song’s cheek.

“I’m sorry!” she apologized hurriedly, terrified that Lin Song would be disgusted.

Yet Lin Song didn’t seem to care. “Just tell me the plot.”

She looked back at the screen, then lowered her head to repeat the narration in Lin Song’s ear. But perhaps because she was so frightened, Lin Song kept shifting in her arms. Sometimes Bai Jun felt she had mastered the distance, but when she lowered her head again, she would still touch Lin Song’s cheek or earlobe.

Lin Song didn’t react, but Bai Jun’s face turned bright red. Her heart beat so fast she wondered if Lin Song, nestled in her arms, could feel it thumping against her ribs.

It was too stimulating! Like this, they truly looked like a devoted couple.

Bai Jun was in a trance. Lin Song’s presence in her arms was so intense that when the bloody, terrifying scenes appeared on screen, Bai Jun couldn’t even manage a stress reaction.

The ending of the movie surprised everyone.

It was a low-budget horror film about an old mansion. The female protagonist traveled with her husband and colleagues, encountered sudden incidents in the house, and many around her died in horrific ways. Initially, like the protagonist, Bai Jun thought the ghost was killing indiscriminately and would eventually kill the heroine.

But as everything was revealed, Bai Jun realized she had misunderstood. The “ghost” was actually the protagonist’s mother. The heroine had hated her mother for years, believing her father’s lies that she had abandoned the family out of poverty.

Only at the end did she learn her mother had been brutally murdered by her father and buried in the cowshed behind the house, her immense resentment turning her into a vengeful spirit. The ghost had only killed those with ill intentions toward the daughter: the husband who wanted to kill her for insurance, the jealous colleague trying to frame her with drugs, and the predatory boss.

In the heroine’s mind, she was just an ordinary person with a mundane life. But in her mother’s heart, she was the most precious person—someone to be protected even if it meant becoming a mindless spirit.

Bai Jun hadn’t been in the mood to watch at first, but by the end, she was completely immersed. Seeing the ghost mother fade away, she closed her eyes, and tears fell involuntarily.

The lights in the cinema came on. People left in sequence, discussing the plot. Clearly, the movie was a success—a masterpiece of low-budget counter-attack.

“So, many things must be felt with the heart. You can’t just assume someone is a bad person based on subjective speculation.”

Lin Song’s tone was haunting as she spoke her reflections on the film. She slowly disentangled herself from Bai Jun’s arms and took out a tissue to wipe Bai Jun’s tears.

Bai Jun lowered her head and gave an “Mm.” Her mind was a mess, her soul still not quite returned to her body.

For some reason, Lin Song grew angry again. She gave a cold snort and pulled her out of the cinema.

“You’re so pitiful. Your eyes are swollen from crying. Several people were staring at you on the way out; maybe they’ve already recognized you…”

It wasn’t until Lin Song shoved a cup of milk tea into her hand and whispered ominously in her ear that she jolted back to reality, looking at Lin Song in terror.

Lin Song seemed to be in a good mood and didn’t hold her distraction against her. She continued to stroll leisurely, buying a few small hair clips for her in a nearby shop.

“So beautiful!” Lin Song said as she clipped them onto Bai Jun, cupping her face and praising her.

Facing Lin Song’s smile, Bai Jun felt uneasy again and opened her mouth to speak. Lin Song seemed to know what she was thinking and cut her off, “It’s only because I’m happy today that I’m giving you a kind face.”

Bai Jun wanted to ask why she was happy but felt she didn’t have the right.

“What, not interested in the affairs of this ‘snake-hearted woman’?” But her silence seemed to displease Lin Song.

Lin Song snorted, poked her cheek, and sneered, “You don’t want to know, but I insist on telling you.” Her lips curled. “That movie just now? I am the biggest investor.”

“Didn’t you think I loved money most? This movie is going to make me a fortune.”

So that was it!

“Congratulations!”

Despite Lin Song’s strange attitude, Bai Jun was sincerely happy for her. Lin Song had suffered so much as a child; having ample financial security made Bai Jun feel more at ease.

“You used to love using money to humiliate me.” Lin Song studied her expression, cleared her throat, and held her head high. “Now that I have money, I want to humiliate you back.”

She took Bai Jun to a women’s clothing store on the second floor. “Buy whatever you want. Today, I’m going to try the feeling of paying the bill.”

Bai Jun didn’t really want anything. She had no interest in dressing herself up now, but not wanting to spoil Lin Song’s mood, she pretended to browse and chose the cheapest hat.

Lin Song followed her, picking out many clothes while two or three salesclerks followed behind carrying the items. Bai Jun initially thought the clothes Lin Song held were for herself and that she was only watching her to make sure she didn’t run away.

But when she took the hat to Lin Song to say she was finished, Lin Song sneered. “I knew you thought I had no money and looked down on me.”

Before she could defend herself, Lin Song turned to the salesclerks. “Everything in my hands is for my wife. Pack every item according to her size.”

Bai Jun’s eyes widened, but the salesclerks were already grinning from ear to ear, busy attending to them while subtly complimenting Bai Jun, saying they envied her for having such a meticulous, considerate, and generous wife.

In front of others, Bai Jun was too embarrassed to make Lin Song look bad. She squeezed out an awkward smile and accepted the clothes, mentally planning to pay Lin Song back once they returned.

However, she soon lost the energy to worry about it. Lin Song took her to Lakeside Park. This time, Lin Song was even bolder—she didn’t just walk hand-in-hand with Bai Jun; she actually gave her camera and Polaroid to a passerby, asking them to take a photo of her and Bai Jun!

Bai Jun didn’t dare look up. This was madness! Her legs were shaking in front of the lens.

As fate would have it, the girl helping them take the photo looked at Bai Jun several times after picking up the camera. Was she recognized? Bai Jun’s blood ran cold.

“Did you two get married so young?” the girl asked. She scratched her head sheepishly. “Your wife looks so young! And so shy—did she just graduate from university?”

Realizing the girl hadn’t recognized her, Bai Jun felt relieved. Beside her, Lin Song remained calm and continued chatting. “Exactly! Guess which one of us is older?”

The girl studied them for a while before smiling. “You should be older. Your wife seems very well-protected; there’s a sense of innocence…”

Just saying a few words made “the wife” start blushing.

The girl’s reply seemed to please Lin Song. Her eyes flickered with an inexplicable light as she started telling lies with a straight face. “You’re right. I usually call my wife ‘Little Sister’.”

Bai Jun didn’t know what had gotten into Lin Song and couldn’t help but glare at her.

Click!

The camera in the girl’s hand sounded, capturing that exact moment.

“Your wife is so cute!” The girl smiled friendly at Bai Jun as she returned the camera. Bai Jun lowered her head, wishing she could vanish into the earth.

For the rest of the photos, Lin Song held Bai Jun’s weakness. Whenever Bai Jun didn’t dare look up, she would lean into her ear and keep calling her “Sister Junjun”…

Bai Jun felt completely overwhelmed and could only raise her head with a flushed face.

When they finally reached the summit, Bai Jun quickly went to the rock in her memory to sit and begin drawing. She wanted to finish quickly. She had already planned it out—she wouldn’t draw their faces, as this was for Lin Song’s White Moonlight to see. To fulfill Lin Song’s request, she would be clever and draw their backs. It would only take four or five hours.

Lin Song sat nearby, feeding Bai Jun snacks occasionally. When people gathered around, she would subtly block Bai Jun’s face and signal the bodyguards in the crowd to keep a close eye.

The wind picked up on the mountain. For a moment, everything overlapped with many times in the past. Bai Jun’s hand paused. Although in the same spot, she no longer felt the loneliness of drawing here alone.

She knew clearly it was because of Lin Song. In the past, she liked this spot to watch the world’s bustle, wishing she could join in. But now, she had her own “bustle” beside her.

Bai Jun thought Lin Song was in a hurry to find her White Moonlight and would make her finish in one day to move to the next stop. But as dusk fell, after only an hour had passed, Lin Song interrupted her. “Alright, time’s up. Time to go down. We’ll come back tomorrow!”

Before she could react, Lin Song urged her to pack her tools. Lin Song drove her to another local restaurant. Knowing Lin Song liked seeing her eat well, Bai Jun ate a lot more.

After dinner, they strolled along the river. The prosperity and excitement around them entered Bai Jun’s eyes; she actually liked this atmosphere. Mindful of cleaning the guest room for Lin Song, she soon used fatigue as an excuse to go home.

She was afraid of spoiling Lin Song’s mood, but Lin Song only teased her, saying “Sister Junjun’s constitution is still too poor.” After enjoying her “silent rage” expression, Lin Song drove her home.

Back at the house, Lin Song took several calls; it seemed there were company matters to attend to. Bai Jun used this time to quickly clean the guest room and change the bedding.

When Lin Song finished her shower and entered the room, Bai Jun immediately told her, as if seeking credit, “I’ve finished cleaning the guest room.”

Lin Song’s hand drying her hair stopped. She took a deep breath and, after a moment, looked at her with deep eyes. “You certainly are capable!”

Seeing her speak through gritted teeth, Bai Jun felt anxious again, thinking she had done something wrong. But then Lin Song snorted and went to the room next door.

She let out a sigh of relief, took her medicine, turned off the lights, and prepared for sleep. Ten minutes later, however, the bedroom door opened again.

“I can’t sleep.”

Lin Song’s voice came through the darkness, sounding incredibly aggrieved.

“That horror movie today was too terrifying. I can’t sleep alone at all…”

“Since you’re atoning right now, I refuse to sleep on a floor mat in your room.”

“I’m going to sleep with you!”

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