novelraw Chapter 1466 - 1478: Perfect Housewife (Part 5)
Chapter 1466 - 1478: Perfect Housewife (Part 5)
The human survival instinct, at the final moment, calmed Song Xianyu down instead.
Her fiery, stunning appearance curved into a sardonic smile. Coldly crossing her arms, she tentatively asked, "These things you said, aren’t they just made up to fool me? Maybe you never even let your wife watch the videotape."
"You don’t love me nearly as much as you claim."
Musashi’s expression changed, anger creeping onto his face, "I don’t love you? Can you say that without feeling guilty?"
"Su Li is my wife of eighteen years, the biological mother of my son, someone who accompanied me from poverty to wealth....If not for you, would I have done such a disgraceful thing?"
Who would’ve thought, Musashi was quite self-aware, and he expressed a rather fair self-assessment.
Song Xianyu pursed her red lips, wanting to say something though her throat was dry and painful.
She had been too hasty earlier; she shouldn’t have spoken those hurtful words.
But.... before she could open her mouth, the phone that had shut down due to a dead battery suddenly lit up.
A familiar eerie ringtone echoed in the air, hauntingly, as if it were determined not to give up.
Song Xianyu’s regained calm rationality crumbled instantly like a jerry-built project.
Her eyes turned red, the whites filled with throbbing veins, and the phone in her hand scalded like a red-hot iron plate, making her scream aloud.
She furiously smashed the phone on the ground, shattering it. Yet, even so, the eerie ringtone didn’t stop, like an insistent soul-calling melody driving one to madness.
"Ah....." Song Xianyu suddenly clutched her head and ran around wildly, crying frantically, "She’s coming, she’ll find me when darkness falls."
Today is the last day of the seven-day deadline.
Without a scapegoat, come midnight tonight, she would meet her doom.
Indeed, men cannot be relied upon; fortunately, she never placed all her hopes on Musashi.
Song Xianyu gave Musashi a deep look, then turned and quickly ran out, destination unknown.
During dinner, Su Li glanced several times at her cheap husband, the original owner, it seemed he indeed made a move against the person beside his pillow.
Maybe it was because he had been around a victim marked by Zhenzi for too long that he too had picked up a bit of Zhenzi’s eerie, slippery aura.
Oh yes, Zhenzi is that non-scientific entity Su Li had yanked by the hair to lay down the law.
Her formerly long, shiny, straight hair at both ends had been yanked by Su Li until only two or three handfuls remained, leaving her to cover her face and weep.
Bald beauty—it’s quite an amusing title.
The bald beauty racked her brains trying to figure out, considering the human woman who had been infected by her venomous thoughts had seemingly, in no time, transformed into a superwoman, able to punch female ghosts and kick monsters.
No, she couldn’t think any longer, any more thought and the few remaining locks on her head would be gone.
How could a girl have no hair? It’s a truly sorrowful reality for a "person".
Expressing her anger at hitting a wall for the first time, Zhenzi redirected her full power of resentment back onto the previous woman.
Feeling the tumultuous, surging Blood Curse throughout her body, Zhenzi gave a terrifying, toothy grin, revealing her black, ragged teeth.
It’s all that woman Song Xianyu’s fault. If she hadn’t chosen that terrifying Witch as the infectee, how could she have ended up in this state, unable to even keep her favored pitch-black hair?
With one day left, she would definitely let that woman truly experience her Power of Horror.
To find some confidence....she was still very formidable after all.
However, she hadn’t expected that woman to be so ruthless, even Zhenzi felt inferior to her.
At the very last moment of the deadline, Zhenzi carefully combed through the sparse few strands on her head, styling them neatly to cover the bald top. Everything was ready, just waiting for her grand entrance and to unleash the power of the curse as an attack....
She could already picture the prey clutching her heart in pain as she fell.
Then, she would be deemed a heart attack.
Yet, after the attack was launched, she realized that the mark on the prey had vanished. Or rather, it had been transferred.
In a short time, that woman Song Xianyu had found a new scapegoat, a woman named Yang Ran, who was her good sister, the kind who could swap clothes.
Sure enough, dead Daoists remain dead, whereas in the face of life and death, any relationship is mere plastic friendship.
Constrained by the rules, Zhenzi could only grit her teeth and shift the target.
What happened with Zhenzi, Su Li was currently unaware of, letting it slide, thinking that as a non-scientific entity carrying a super virus, with special abilities like making anyone she glares at get pregnant or die, and capable of crossing internet lines, her potential value was still quite high. Perhaps in the future, her special uses could be further explored.
This matter emphasized to us that, regardless of species, only by possessing utilitarian value can one ensure better survival.
The Su Family dined quietly, with only the gentle clattering of porcelain bowls in the air.
The particularly silent atmosphere made Wu Zhou shift uncomfortably, his gaze flicking between his parents.
Deprived of his mother’s endless nagging, he felt somewhat unaccustomed.
Normally, as soon as his mother opened her mouth, he would become impatient; some things were repeated over and over, making his liver boil with anger.
Only his father could remain unfazed and accept it all undisturbed.
He did feel some sympathy for his father, no wonder he struggled to control himself when he met Sister Song..... if he were in his father’s place, he’d also....
Thoughts drifted too far.... just that really, as he had wished, a meal eaten in peace made him feel rather uneasy inside.
After eating only a little, Wu Zhou put down his chopsticks, speaking stiffly, "No appetite, I’m done eating."
Saying this, he cast a glance in Su Li’s direction, eyes carrying an expectation even he hadn’t realized.
Su Li swallowed the food in her mouth, and with a slight part of her red lips, gave a faint appraisal, "No manners."
She didn’t urgently inquire about any physical discomfort, nor did she worry about her son’s emotional state—it was all indifferent, even her tone was airy, purely considering Wu Zhou as ill-mannered.
Who is he trying to give a hard time? Isn’t everyone a baby, maintaining him....
Wu Zhou truly became infuriated, his expression changed dramatically, and he pushed back his chair noisily, the chair scraping loudly against the floor.
That evening, a distracted Musashi was also jolted to attention by the disturbance. He suddenly set down his bowl and chopsticks, rising as he spoke, his face serious and anxious, "Something’s come up at the company, I won’t be back tonight, don’t wait up for me."