Chapter 70 That's How a Mute Wife Is

Hearing the voices, he quickly understood what "poor soundproofing" meant.

In this room, he could even hear faint footsteps coming from next door; if he focused more intently, he might even hear breathing.

Hearing voices, she clutched the hem of her clothes, pointed her toes, and desperately tried to stop the bells on her ankles from ringing.

His face was filled with shame and unease, and his beautiful eyes were brimming with the tears that had fallen after their passionate lovemaking.

Attachment, trust, and surrender—these are probably unique talents of monsters. Hearing human voices, he was so engrossed in this excessive pleasure that he almost felt like he was drowning. He instinctively wanted to survive and wanted to rely on the only person here who made him feel safe.

So when He Mu touched his face, he pitifully rubbed his face against He Mu's palm, looking at him obediently with teary eyes, like a cat that was used to being bullied.

He Mu liked Wen Rensheng's expression. He used his knuckles to wipe away the tears from the corner of Wen Rensheng's eyes and then ambiguously stroked his cheek.

"How long has it been?" He Mu asked in a low voice.

I don't know how much time has passed since I heard voices.

Just now, Mu lifted up his clothes and asked him to hold on tightly, and not to let go until ( ).

Wen Rensheng has always been very obedient to Mu. In the past, he would try his best to meet any unreasonable demands Mu made of him, and this time was no exception.

Even so, his brother still didn't let him off the hook.

Hearing the voices, he didn't know what to do, so he could only continue to act cute, taking the initiative to hold the hem of his clothes and tucking his hands together.

He knew that Mu would like this, and if it made him happy, he would be able to let himself off the hook.

Seeing that he had been bullied to this extent, and was still trying to act cute and beg for mercy, Mu couldn't help but laugh.

“Sheng Sheng,” he said deliberately, “keep biting, don’t drop it.”

Hearing the voice, he looked bewildered. He stared at himself, and couldn't help but pull his leg back slightly, causing the bell on his ankle to ring.

The sound finally brought him back to his senses, and the shame he had almost completely lost returned.

Help! I have to do this kind of thing on my own initiative...

He was so embarrassed and ashamed! He hated the mountain god more than anything in the world!! As soon as he got out of bed, he packed his things and ran away to ask for another room next door to sleep in. He just didn't want to share a bed with the mountain god again; it was a nightmare!

He Mu watched as people began to sob.

He guessed that Wen Rensheng must be secretly cursing himself in his heart as a ruthless villain who would eat people alive, yet he was still trying to satisfy his vile fetish with tears in his eyes. Given Wen Rensheng's thin-skinned nature, he must be so ashamed that he wanted to faint on the spot.

He Mu felt he could remember this scene for the rest of his life.

Having lived for over three hundred years, he knew what it meant to know when to stop. Before Wen Rensheng could completely break down, He Mu finally took the initiative to move his hand away and press it against the headboard.

"Alright," he said, kissing the lips that had heard the voice. "You're all red, so pitiful."

Hearing a muffled sob, she stared at him intently, then wrapped her arms around He Mu's neck and returned his kiss.

...

The next morning, upon hearing voices, he sat in front of the bronze mirror and watched the old woman in the inn dressing him up.

After discussing with Ye Lan, the group decided that Wen Rensheng and He Mu would pretend to be an ordinary couple and go to the clinic to scout things out.

Her voice, which had previously been able to hear human voices, had not yet recovered, so today she was playing the role of a mute wife who could not speak.

At the request of others, He Mu also changed out of his usual flamboyant attire and wore simple cloth clothes.

He casually touched Wenrensheng's earlobe, took off the pendant from the side of his ear, and put it away while sighing, "Actually, there's no need to pretend to be so poor. There are very few poor people in Zhongzhou, Shengsheng."

After licking her lips, Wen Rensheng looked up at him seriously and said, "No, this kind of attire will make it easier to arouse Shan Yue's sympathy."

Wenrensheng was very experienced in this regard; he had used this very trick to get the mountain god to adopt him.

Looking into his clear, bright eyes, He Mu didn't know what to say, and helplessly leaned against the bed frame.

After applying some makeup, an old woman kindly gave him a few sets of her own clothes. Hearing the voice, he was extremely grateful and stuffed his money bag into her arms.

Finally, upon hearing voices, she clumsily began to braid her own hair.

His hair was very long, and it would take a long time to braid it. After braiding it for a short while, he started talking to He Mu to relieve his boredom.

“We must follow the pre-arranged script today. I have already thought it through,” Wenrensheng said. “My brother is the orphan of a fallen noble family in Zhongzhou. When he was young, in order to escape being hunted down, he was secretly sent to another prefecture by the steward of the family to be raised for several years. There he married and had children, and started a small family.”

"Then I am my brother's first wife. We grew up together. Although I can't speak, my brother has always liked me, so after I came of age, we got married."

He Mu was so excited by the conversation that he didn't want to interrupt him, so he could only listen with a wry smile.

The voice continued, "We came to Shanyue Medical Clinic because I fell ill and only have three months to live. The clinics near my home don't know how to treat this kind of illness, so we had to travel all the way to Zhongzhou to see if there was a miracle doctor... Ouch... It hurts so much!"

Halfway through her speech, Wen Rensheng accidentally pulled out a few strands of her hair. Her braid, which hadn't even taken shape yet, was already so messy that it was unbearable to look at.

"Let me do it."

He Mu took the comb, untangled the messy braids that Wen Rensheng had made, and slowly combed them back through.

Hearing voices, he sat up straight and looked at himself in the bronze mirror.

He swung his leg and said, "Actually, we didn't really lie to anyone. Anyway, getting married was just a matter of time."

He Mu put down the comb, divided her hair into two sections, and draped one section over Wen Rensheng's shoulder.

“Hmm,” he said, “then call me ‘husband’ a few times now. Once you get used to it, you won’t give yourself away in a little while.”

Hearing the voice, she pouted and said resentfully, "You just want to hear it, don't you?"

"So what if you want to hear it?" He Mu said matter-of-factly, "You'll have to tell me sooner or later, especially after what happened last night..."

"Stop! Stop, stop, stop!"

The mere mention of "last night" sent chills down her spine at the sound of voices, and she immediately stopped He Mu.

"I'll call you. I'll call you as soon as you finish braiding your hair. Please don't bring up last night again, okay?"

He Mu smiled and then fell silent.

The little bell he gave Wenren Voice was still hidden at the foot of the bed yesterday, and it rang loudly for a long time in the middle of the night.

He Mu didn't like outsiders to hear, so he had set up a barrier with his spiritual power early on to prevent the sounds inside the house from spreading out.

But he still lied and said the room wasn't soundproof, making him feel both pleasure and shame at the same time, so ashamed that he trembled incessantly. The expression he made was both adorable and incredibly lewd.

Mu braided two pigtails for Wen Rensheng, carefully draped them over his shoulders, and bent down to look at himself in the bronze mirror.

"Do you like it?" He Mu teased, "You look like a country bumpkin."

"That's it!" Wenrensheng was very satisfied with his portrayal. "I'll definitely perform well today and won't give anything away!"

"Weren't you playing a mute character?"

"That's very difficult!"

“Okay,” He Mu rubbed her cheek against his, “call me husband and let me hear it.”

"..."

Hearing a voice, she nervously pressed her hands to her knees and opened her mouth to say, "Husband...husband."

He Mu was extremely pleased to hear this. He put his arm around Mu's shoulder, chuckled twice, and said, "Want to hear more? Shout twice more."

"...Husband."

“Say, ‘Brother Mu is Wen Rensheng’s favorite person.’”

"He Mu... Brother, it's Wenrensheng..."

Hearing voices and pressing his cheek against Mu's, his body temperature rose higher and higher, his head was spinning, and he could only mumble and repeat Mu's words.

"...the person I like the most."

After saying that, he belatedly realized something was wrong when he heard someone's voice.

Wasn't he playing a mute wife? Why is he calling out "husband"?

...I've been scammed again!

*

Hearing the voice, he wore a plain-colored headscarf and a light apricot-yellow shirt. He followed closely behind He Mu, watching him knock on the door with excitement in his eyes.

As a child, he loved to eavesdrop on other people singing opera, and as he grew up, he remained enthusiastic about pretending to be someone else, finding it always amusing.

As night fell, he concealed himself not far away, awaiting their orders.

He Mu knocked on the door twice, and footsteps soon came from inside. As usual, Shan Yue opened the door a crack and cautiously peeked out.

"Are you the Divine Physician Shanyue?" He Mu smiled kindly. "My wife is a little ill, and I hope you can take a look at her. The reward is—"

Halfway through his sentence, He Mu felt Wen Rensheng pinch his waist hard. He stopped in time and looked at Wen Rensheng in confusion.

【What's wrong? 】

Hearing someone's voice, she mouthed to him: "I'm your seriously ill wife, you better act well!"

He Mu coughed lightly and awkwardly changed his words, "Uh... Doctor, to tell you the truth, my wife is a monster. After contracting this disease, she was unable to speak. You are the only clinic here that is willing to accept monsters. You are our last hope."

Shan Yue scrutinized He Mu with a questioning look, then leaned out to look at Wenren Sheng behind him.

Hearing voices, he quickly covered his mouth and coughed lightly twice, feigning illness.

Shan Yue asked softly, "Is this the one who is seriously ill?"

He Mu nodded: "It's him."

After replying to that, Shan Yue didn't ask any more questions. For a moment, the entrance to the clinic fell into a long silence. Hearing voices, the two of them couldn't help but tense up, fearing that she would close the door to visitors again at any moment.

Fortunately, after remaining silent this time, she slowly opened the door to the clinic.

"Please come in, you two."

Hearing a voice, her eyes lit up, and she looked at He Mu with surprise, winking at him.

See? His acting is really good!

The moment Shan Yue turned around to look at them, Wen Rensheng quickly put on a sickly act and leaned weakly against He Mu.

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Author's Note: Sheng Sheng has loved role-playing since she was a child.

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