Transmigrated as the Cannon Fodder Spouse of the Disabled Beauty - Chapter 4

One week after the coffee incident.

Xu Luo briefly reviewed her life over the past week:

The second day after her soul-transmigration: She was still alive. She tried to find the original body’s phone but failed.

The third day: She was still alive. Still no phone. She started looking for the original body’s bank cards as well; she found nothing.

The fourth day: She was still alive. No phone, no bank cards. She asked the kitchen auntie for the Xu family’s home address; the auntie replied that she only knew which fresh produce supermarket had the freshest meat and vegetables.

One week later: She was still alive and had gained half a catty (0.5 lbs). She still hadn’t tracked down the Xu family address or the bank cards, but the original body’s phone had actively come looking for her.

The phone was delivered by an elderly woman. She was in her sixties and seemed to have lived through a long period of hardship; her face looked much older than her actual age.

However, she appeared very kind and gentle.

The elderly woman’s surname was Fu. She was Song Yunran’s personal caregiver. She had taken over this job when Song Yunran was fifteen and had been doing it for ten whole years. She should have retired long ago, but Song Yunran was accustomed to her care, so she never left the Song family.

“I found this phone while cleaning the young lady’s room. I heard Auntie Li from the kitchen mention that you were looking for a phone, Madam, so…” Mother Fu said with a face full of loving-kindness, “Is this yours?”

Xu Luo observed the phone for a few seconds. Confirming it matched the description in the original novel, she was nearly moved to tears: “It’s mine!”

She took the phone back, stroking it repeatedly.

So the phone had fallen in Song Yunran’s room. No wonder I couldn’t find it for so long!

Xu Luo had always adhered to the behavioral principle of “Don’t force things, but cherish life within your capabilities.” Therefore, since her transmigration, she hadn’t stepped foot in Song Yunran’s room; the danger level there was off the charts.

During this period, Xu Luo spent her nights on the second floor, in the master bedroom.

The master bedroom on the second floor was originally Song Yunran’s room. After the Xu Luo of the book married into the family, she kicked the owner, Song Yunran, up to the third floor and occupied the room for herself. In fact, the original Xu Luo spent most of her time on the second floor, only running to the third floor when she wanted to bully Song Yunran.

Since transmigrating, Xu Luo had been doing her best to avoid Song Yunran. She didn’t go to Song Yunran’s room she didn’t even go to the third floor so naturally, there was no way to find the phone left there.

Fortunately, Mother Fu had picked it up.

With the phone in hand, Xu Luo was incredibly excited. For a moment, she placed great expectations on Mother Fu and blurted out, “Then, has Mother Fu picked up my bank cards?”

She swore she only asked because she thought Mother Fu was so amazing for finding the phone she hadn’t found in a week. She had no ill intentions, but the kind elder didn’t seem to think so. Her expression suddenly changed: “Is Madam suspecting me of theft?”

“Huh?”

“I cannot accept the crime Madam is suggesting. I, Fu Juan, would rather starve to death than steal or rob,” the old woman frowned. “If Madam truly suspects me, please produce evidence.”

The elder seemed genuinely angry. Leaving behind those words, she flicked her sleeve and walked away with unyielding dignity.

Xu Luo’s mouth dropped open in stunned silence. She had actually driven away such a kind old woman in a fit of rage…

She seemed… a bit “impressive” in her own way.

In her state of shock, Xu Luo ran to the Micheila (Yellow Orchid) tree in the yard, picked a basket of flowers, climbed to the third floor, arrived at Mother Fu’s room, and set the basket down.

She knocked on the door and, upon hearing footsteps behind it, fled at high speed.

On the third floor, Mother Fu pulled open the door. At a glance, she saw the basket placed at the entrance, the rich floral fragrance wafting toward her.

Inside the basket was a card that read: I’m sorry!!!

Mother Fu: “…”

She sighed silently, bent down, and lifted the basket.

“Yellow Orchids?” a voice behind her asked from within the room.

Mother Fu replied, “Yes, Miss.”

At this moment, Mother Fu didn’t look the least bit angry. Her aura was gentle, like a cup of mellow tea; tolerance was her true nature.

Inside the room, Song Yunran sat in a wheelchair by the window, letting the sunset pass through the glass and bathe her body, staining her pale cheeks with a magnificent, vivid color.

A book lay on her lap a professional book on pharmacology that she had been reading for the past few days. But currently, her attention was not on the book, but on the basket of yellow orchids in Mother Fu’s hand.

She caught the scent of the fragrance.

“Bring it here for me to see,” she said softly.

Mother Fu complied, but she didn’t hand over the basket directly. Instead, she took out a single flower. This bamboo basket, dug out from some unknown corner, was too crudely made; one careless move could prick a person’s hand.

Mother Fu handed over the plucked flower. She was old and couldn’t be as meticulous as she was in her youth; while taking the flower, another one was pulled along with it. That flower hovered in the air for a second before drifting down onto Song Yunran’s lap.

Mother Fu leaned over to pick it up.

Just as her fingers touched the leg beneath the flower, she was coldly brushed away.

Mother Fu paused and straightened up: “I’m sorry.”

The person in the wheelchair did not respond. A hint of indifference entered her eyes. The lazy, soft sunset rays scattered over her suddenly seemed to stretch into blood-like sharp blades, stabbing toward the old woman without hesitation even though this elder had cared for her faithfully for ten years.

The beauty in the sunset looked like the incarnation of the word “exquisite.” She was slender and translucent like ice crystal, but beneath this deceptive skin flowed ice-cold blood, mixed with a hidden, simmering cruelty.

“My apologies,” Mother Fu apologized once more.

This time, the person being apologized to finally smiled: “Mother Fu, I am not angry.”

She was as duplicitous as ever, even though the elder before her knew her true character and didn’t require her disguise.

How should one put it?

It was simply a habit a habit of being this way.

Song Yunran’s “reverse scale” (touchy subject/weak point) was her legs. However, her annoyance didn’t stem from being deprived of the right to walk, nor from their inherent ugliness, but because these crippled legs were proof of her betrayal.

When she was fifteen, it was her seventh year living with the Song family. She only had one chance a year to see her biological mother. On this day, the Song family would give her a sum of money to take to her mother; it was the same every year.

But this was not the Song family’s mercy; rather, it was a form of cruelty. By doing this, Song Yunran would realize more clearly year after year that her mother was forgetting forgetting the meager love she had for her daughter.

Like a dull knife cutting flesh, the Song family used this method to make her voluntarily abandon her mother and sever her kinships outside the Song family.

Song Yunran admitted she was afraid. So, in her fifteenth year, during the meeting with her mother, she prayed that her mother would secretly come to see her on her birthday.

Her mother agreed; they set a time.

However, her mother did not come that day.

Because it wasn’t a day for giving money, her mother didn’t come.

It was also on that day, when she returned home, that Madam Song discovered her secret agreement with her mother. In a fit of rage, she severely injured Song Yunran.

When she woke up again, Song Yunran had lost her legs.

Song Yunran would forever remember that day. On that day, her crippled legs woke her from her self-deceiving dream, finally making her understand that she only had herself.

Yes, no one else would love her anymore. She only had herself.

Picking up the yellow orchid, the image of the person who picked it surfaced in Song Yunran’s mind.

She couldn’t understand that person.

For a week, they hadn’t met again because that person was consciously avoiding her.

What exactly was Xu Luo thinking? What was her purpose?

Song Yunran spent a week observing in secret but still hadn’t found an answer; instead, it made her even more confused.

She had to test her.

Xu Luo was undoubtedly an easily angered idiot with extremely high self-esteem. To prove that this idiot’s nature was hard to change, Song Yunran had Mother Fu get angry in front of her.

The test results were out.

“I believe Miss Xu has indeed changed,” Mother Fu said.

That was the result of the test.

Song Yunran looked down at the small yellow flower in her hand. Regarding Mother Fu’s words, she neither agreed nor disagreed.

“Why does Mother Fu think so?” she asked, sniffing the flower in her hand.

“Is the Young Lady asking for the reason behind a person’s change?”

“Mhm.”

Mother Fu shook her head: “I don’t know.”

“Humans are indeed fickle.” Song Yunran thought of her mother and let out a sneer. “But I believe it is easy for a person to turn bad, but very difficult to turn good.”

As she spoke, she crushed the yellow orchid, not giving it a second glance.

The subtext: she didn’t believe that the Xu Luo from before would transform into a person of acceptable character.

“Does Mother Fu know? A second before I became suspicious of her, she was still like a jumping insect, rushing into my room, throwing my things, and calling me a bitch.” Song Yunran recalled the scene at the time. “But the next second, she seemed to have become a different person.”

This was the strongest proof.

No one can completely change in the blink of an eye.

On the other side, Xu Luo didn’t know she was being analyzed. She was sitting under her favorite yellow orchid tree, fiddling with the phone she had just retrieved. She wanted to contact the Xu couple so she could go back and live with them, but she felt a bit embarrassed; after all, she wasn’t truly the Xu couple’s adopted daughter.

As she was hesitating, a cat darted past her, leaving a blurry afterimage on her retinas.

Xu Luo sniffed the air. Relying on her keen sense of smell, she identified it as a “thief cat” that had stolen the chicken leg she had hidden in the kitchen.

Was this something Xu Luo could tolerate?!

She took off in pursuit.

Two legs couldn’t outrun four. The cat leaped up and climbed onto the top of a wall. As if in provocation, under Xu Luo’s stare, it leisurely began to deal with the stolen goods.

Xu Luo: “…”

She was fuming and began cursing on the spot.

The fat cat’s appetite was probably affected by her shouting. It lifted its head, pressed its paw on the chicken leg, turned back, and hissed: “Meow!!!”

One human and one cat one below the wall, one on top engaged in a heated long-distance shouting match.

This scene was captured by Song Yunran from the third-floor window. She just watched, not saying a word.

The sunset sank below the horizon. As if in an instant, the blood-red rays were entirely withdrawn.

The sky turned gloomy, and half of Song Yunran’s face vanished into the shadows.

“Take the yellow orchids out and throw them away.”

Her long, slender fingers brushed over the cover of the book on her lap. Song Yunran spoke to Mother Fu behind her, her expression weary and listless. “Throw them far away. The scent is too strong.”

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