Transmigrated as the Cannon Fodder Spouse of the Disabled Beauty - Chapter 3

Gulp. In a moment of tension, Xu Luo lost control and swallowed the mouthful of coffee, her pupils dilating in shock.

She violently shoved the person in front of her. Bang! Her strength was so great that she actually flipped the person and the wheelchair over together.

“Ah,” Xu Luo let out a short, stifled gasp, utterly dumbfounded.

The air in the living room seemed to stop flowing. Song Yunran lay collapsed on the floor, her head hung low, her long hair disheveled. She was wearing trousers, which usually helped hide her deformed legs, but the fall had caused the pant leg to slide up, revealing a pale calf that was noticeably thinner and weaker than a normal person’s.

Song Yunran’s gaze flickered briefly over her own leg. In that instant, her murderous intent toward Xu Luo broke through her perfect disguise. However, she recovered quickly, a gentle smile masking the icy chill in her eyes as if that split second of killing intent had never existed. She smiled weakly and said, “Luoluo, you hurt me…”

She reached out her hand toward Xu Luo. “Can you pick me up?”

Unfortunately, to the Xu Luo who knew her true nature, this show of vulnerability was entirely fake. Xu Luo even suspected that the slender arms reaching toward her were laced with hidden malice, causing her to reflexively take a step back.

Song Yunran: “…”

The atmosphere grew bizarre.

“Cough!” Xu Luo spoke up to break the silence. “It’s because you suddenly fed me coffee. I pushed you because I was startled; you can’t blame me.”

She only explained because she didn’t want to add another “crime” to her list.

“…I don’t blame you. I just want you to pick me up,” Song Yunran replied good-naturedly.

Who are you kidding? Do you think I didn’t see that ‘I want to stab you’ look in your eyes just now?

Xu Luo grumbled internally but still moved to help. Her conscience wouldn’t allow her to stand by and watch a disabled person lie pathetically on the ground.

She squatted down, but didn’t pick her up immediately. Instead, she began gesturing up, down, left, and right around Song Yunran.

“…What is Luoluo doing?” Song Yunran’s fingers twitched neurotically, a sign that she was currently exerting extreme self-control.

Xu Luo muttered, “Do you think it’s easy for someone of my build to lift you? Be quiet, I’m looking for the center of gravity.”

The smile on Song Yunran’s face nearly crumbled; she suddenly felt the urge to just strangle this person regardless of the consequences.

After a series of measurements, Xu Luo finally found the ideal leverage point and exerted her strength, lifting the woman by the waist.

She held her while looking for the wheelchair, only to realize it was still lying flipped over on the ground. Without a second thought, she set the person she had worked so hard to lift back down onto the floor.

Song Yunran: “…”

Xu Luo went to right the wheelchair and then came back to lift her again.

Regardless, Song Yunran eventually returned to her wheelchair. One hand rested on the armrest, slowly rubbing it, her gaze never leaving Xu Luo for a single second.

The Xu Luo before her felt like a stranger. It seemed that since last night, this foolish partner of hers had changed.

Precisely because she had sensed this, she had deliberately shared the coffee mouth-to-mouth to see the other’s reaction.

Xu Luo’s reaction was not what she expected. If it had been the old Xu Luo, she would have thrown a massive tantrum if touched like that; pushing her would have been the least of it.

What exactly is this partner of mine trying to do?

Song Yunran fell into deep thought.

While she was pondering, a cup of coffee suddenly appeared in front of her.

She looked up at the person holding the cup to her lips, who was smiling at her earnestly. “Song Yunran, you must have been startled, right? Drink some coffee to calm your nerves.”

She was being a bit too attentive.

Song Yunran stared at that smile for a while before leaning forward and taking a small sip.

Then, she saw the look of relief wash over Xu Luo.

Relief?

What is this person thinking?

What could Xu Luo be thinking? She just wanted to confirm the ingredients of the coffee.

She watched without blinking as Song Yunran swallowed, making sure there were no fake movements. The heart that had been hanging high in her chest finally settled back into place.

Seems it’s not poisoned.

Having obtained her test result, she smiled sincerely.

Song Yunran didn’t miss a single shift in her expression, but the confusion in her heart only grew. She… seemed unable to understand Xu Luo anymore.

She frowned slightly under the guise of lowering her head.

On the other side, Xu Luo didn’t want to continue being alone with a “dangerous item.” Once she confirmed she hadn’t been poisoned, she stuffed the unfinished cup of coffee into Song Yunran’s hand. “Song Yunran, this coffee tastes good. Drink it slowly, I’m heading upstairs.”

She tossed out a reasonable excuse to leave… but she couldn’t move.

Song Yunran grabbed her hand.

“Luoluo—” Song Yunran squeezed her fingers affectionately. “Can you stay with me today?”

She wanted to continue observing her.

Xu Luo pulled her hand back and tucked it behind her back, refusing with “difficulty”: “Probably not. I’m going to sleep all day. I watched the stars all night last night, and now I’m so sleepy.”

Song Yunran followed up, “Then I’ll sleep with you.”

“I’m twenty-two,” Xu Luo blinked. “I’ve been past the age of needing someone to sleep with me for many years.”

Song Yunran didn’t reply, just watched her quietly.

Xu Luo successfully escaped.

She walked toward the stairs amidst Song Yunran’s silence. After a few steps, seeing she wasn’t called back, she felt her escape had been too easy and couldn’t help but look back. With that glance, she noticed something dark staining Song Yunran’s knee. It looked like…

Blood?

Xu Luo’s eyes widened. “Song Yunran, is your knee injured?”

Song Yunran looked down at the sound of her voice and noticed the marks on her light-colored pants. It was indeed blood.

She thought nothing of it. “I probably hit it when I fell.”

More than the injury on her leg, she found it unbearable to have someone’s gaze linger on her legs for too long. She turned her wheelchair away to fiddle with the nearby coffee machine.

She used the machine to refill the cup in her hand.

She heard footsteps quickly fading away and assumed Xu Luo had gone upstairs.

Xu Luo did leave, but she came running back with a pitter-patter shortly after, a first-aid kit in her hands. Song Yunran looked up to see her running with the kit, feeling a bit stunned. In the next second, her expression changed drastically, but it was too late Xu Luo had already reached her and hiked up her pant leg.

When that startlingly thin leg was exposed to their sight, the Song Yunran who had endured for twenty years lost control for the first time. A needle-like killing intent burst forth.

Infuriated to the point of laughter, a laugh squeezed out of Song Yunran’s throat, her eyes filled with an icy chill.

Xu Luo knelt before her, head down, studying the leg injury. She was so focused that she unconsciously exposed the back of her neck.

Song Yunran raised her hand, her fingers hovering in the air above that fair, fragile neck. She wanted…

She wanted to seize that neck, hard.

And then watch her struggle in pain in her hands.

“My leg is very ugly, isn’t it?” Song Yunran said, her voice so light it seemed it would dissipate with a puff of wind.

Her heart was filled with hostility. This woman’s self-indulgent kindness didn’t touch her; instead, it fueled her rage.

How dare she treat me like this!

“To tell the truth, it’s not very good-looking.”

Some people are extremely skilled at adding fuel to the fire.

Song Yunran: “…”

The smile on her face grew even colder. “Yes, it’s very ugly.”

Xu Luo was busy and didn’t even look up; her attention was entirely on the leg. The injury was more serious than she expected bruised, swollen, and the skin was broken with traces of blood. She had to use her full concentration to clean it and apply layers of ointment.

Acting as a medic, she worked for a long while before finally applying a medicated patch. Only then did she let out a long sigh of relief.

She looked up. “Since I’m half responsible for this injury, I couldn’t just leave you alone.”

She explained, but only took half the blame. If Song Yunran hadn’t suddenly fed her coffee, she wouldn’t have pushed her, so she only admitted to half.

Song Yunran remained silent.

Seeing that the usual smile on Song Yunran’s face had vanished a reaction that didn’t look like someone who had been kindly treated Xu Luo blinked and came to a realization. “Song Yunran, are you angry? Because I said your leg is ugly?”

Song Yunran still said nothing, her fingers gripping the armrest of the wheelchair tightly.

Xu Luo scratched her head, a look of hesitation appearing on her face as if she were debating a decision. Finally, she steeled herself and made up her mind.

She stood up and poked Song Yunran’s arm. “Song Yunran, look at me. Look at my stomach.”

As she spoke, she rolled up the hem of her shirt, revealing a flat belly.

“Do you see it? An ugly outie belly button!” This was something Xu Luo had discovered when she inspected her new body after transmigrating. Her face had wrinkled up just like it was now when she first saw it. “See? I have an ugly part too!”

Song Yunran: “…”

Xu Luo sighed. “It might be a bit ugly, but it doesn’t stop us from living beautifully.”

She had clearly begun to view Song Yunran as a kindred spirit in misfortune.

Song Yunran: “…”

Are these two things even comparable?

Song Yunran’s murderous intent stirred; she wanted to kill this person.

But…

It might be a bit ugly, but it doesn’t stop us from living beautifully.

Despite her rage, why did it feel like that sentence had lightly knocked against her heart, creating a strange echo?

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