Chapter 178 Husband 15

Whether before or after marrying Zheng Song, Wen Hui had never imagined sharing the kitchen with him, preparing meals. Zheng Song worked hard to support the family, while Wen Hui took care of everything. If her previous life was the harmonious family life she had imagined, her recent life had been one of unexpected happiness.

Wen Hui woke up in Zheng Song's arms. They got up, went to the bathroom to tidy up, brushed their teeth in front of the mirror, and could smile just by looking at each other in the mirror. Then they went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Wen Hui thought Zheng Song was clumsy and the food he made was barely edible. Zheng Song was right beside her, handing her a spatula, a spoon, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. No matter what food Wen Hui made, the first hot bite was always handed to Zheng Song's mouth... He came home very early in the evening. Recently, I could receive his calls at three or four in the afternoon, and the calls would last until he entered the house, which took an extremely long time to end.

Saturday morning.

Wen Hui woke up in Zheng Song's arms. He was soundly asleep, his face rosy, like a plump, ripe berry hanging from a tree. Not only Zheng Song, but Wen Hui's cheeks were also flushed. She kicked the quilt, letting in a cool breeze that made her feel much better.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep. Wen Hui didn't dare make any noise. She nestled in his arms, took the mobile phone on the bedside table, and scanned the recent messages.

Social media has been flooded with recent news events.

When you open a certain software, what comes into view are the strange pictures posted by netizens——

"...Everyone, come and take a look. This is the first time I've seen something this strange. It feels like snot, sticky, and has two red eyes. It's as big as its head... Luckily, I caught it before it even got home. It doesn't seem to be aggressive at the moment, but I don't know what to do with it. How about... putting it in a fish tank?"

"The day before yesterday, I took my dog Duoduo out. He was bored at home, so I took him out. He ate something that looked like a sea urchin. It was red all over. Luckily, Duoduo was fine! Can we eat this? When will we get a definitive study?"

The reply to this post was: "If dogs can eat it, humans can definitely eat it. Dogs have much more delicate stomachs than humans!"

Wen Hui smiled, but the worry in her eyes did not diminish at all.

Ever since Zheng Song refused her to bring him lunch, Wen Hui has never left home alone. The day before yesterday, Zheng Song saw that she was excited by the information on the Internet and asked her if she was not afraid. Wen Hui told him that it was okay for everyone to go out and those foreign species were not aggressive. Zheng Song obviously disagreed and took her out of the house. Wen Hui saw a scene that was completely different from the mainstream information on the Internet.

Corpses piled up in the corners, a stench filling the air. Occasionally, two or three eerie creatures appeared on the muddy streets—otherworldly creatures that had descended upon the area with the heavy rain. Some were truly harmless, even scurrying about at the mere sound of human movement, while others were filled with fangs, biting everyone with their teeth.

A few days ago, officials issued an announcement introducing the currently known alien species. A special operations team was urgently established to safeguard the safety of residents and maintain public order. Many of the fallen species could be eliminated with high-tech weapons, while others required specialized treatment. Overall, the situation wasn't completely out of control.

The only headache is...

There had been no progress in studying the first blobs of flesh that descended. There wasn't even any way to combat them. A night patroller had personally described them as expanding several times their size to the height of a building, and even continuous attacks from high-tech weapons couldn't penetrate their seemingly thin, soft outer shells.

Fortunately, the most troublesome flesh masses are rare. Two cases are currently known in Blue City, and fewer than ten are reported elsewhere. The unknown lurks in the shadows. Observation of other alien species reveals that these flesh masses have a significant deterrent effect on them. Wherever a flesh mass appears, it's nearly impossible to find other species nearby. Research into the flesh masses is ongoing, and experts have no clue...

Wen Hui swiped her phone, and when the picture showed a bloody and horrifying scene, she quickly exited the software, turned off the phone, and snuggled into Zheng Song's arms.

This is why Wen Hui's interface only sees relatively "peaceful" information. The network algorithm infers her preferences and automatically pushes information that she is interested in. Those that are too cruel are filtered out.

Wen Hui snuggled into Zheng Song's arms. His body temperature was high, like a red-hot iron stove. She was sweating all over, but she didn't care. She liked being close to Zheng Song more and more recently. Even if it was just hugging or holding hands, she felt her heart trembling and a sense of happiness arose spontaneously.

Zheng Song opened his eyes and called out, "Hui Hui."

"Did I wake you?"

Zheng Song tightened his embrace and hummed softly, and as expected, he received a kiss full of guilt from Wen Hui.

Zheng Song lowered his head, his eyelashes drooping, covering his energetic eyes: "Huihui, kiss me again."

Wen Hui narrowed her eyes and smiled. As he wished, she leaned over and kissed his lips. The two of them were sweet for a while. Wen Hui pushed Zheng Song's head away, took a breath, and said angrily: "I'm almost suffocating! Why are you always like this lately..."

Zheng Song's face was filled with guilt. Due to his racial habit, he subconsciously wanted to block Wen Hui's mouth. Although she reminded him to breathe and relax, his instinct always won out. He restrained himself and kissed Wen Hui's lips: "Hui Hui wants to teach me."

Since light affects the activity of monsters, just like humans need to sleep at night and be active during the day, the habits of monsters and humans are reversed day and night.

He had thought about adjusting his "work and rest schedule" and trying to synchronize it with Wen Hui, but the influence of light was irresistible. When the sun came out, the monster naturally became drowsy and fell asleep soon.

The most important reason is to find out the daily routine of the original owner of this body and the rules of marriage in human society. Night is the time when mating is most likely to occur.

It was even more impossible for him to give up his intimate time with Wen Hui.

Perhaps it was because he did not deal with it cleanly when he first descended, resulting in Zheng Song's consciousness remaining. Later, the monster obtained information about Wen Hui through the remaining consciousness, which made it feel that leaving the residual consciousness was not useless, so it ignored it.

The dim light of morning illuminated the room. Zheng Song was off work on Saturday, and Wen Hui caught a glimpse of a notification on his phone that morning. Neither of their phones had passwords set, and Wen Hui saw it when the screen lit up. Due to an invasive species, officials had notified residents to work from home and to minimize travel for non-essential workers.

Wen Hui had a smile on her lips. Thinking that Zheng Song could stay at home all the time, she didn't have to worry about his safety. She wished she could stay in bed with Zheng Song until noon.

Zheng Song used to sleep in until eleven or twelve on Saturdays and Sundays, but today he was acting out of character and told Wen Hui he was hungry. Wen Hui got up and prepared breakfast while Zheng Song made the bed. He had been into laundry lately, soaking their underwear from the previous night in a basin and taking off the wet sheets and quilt covers to put in the washing machine.

After breakfast, Zheng Song said calmly, "Huihui, I'm going to work."

Wen Hui was startled for a moment, then covered her mouth and laughed. Seeing Zheng Song's confused face, she held his hand and said, "Where are you going to work? Don't you even read the messages in the group? Besides, today is Saturday, it's a holiday."

She walked around to his side, picked up her phone, opened the group message, put it in front of him, and held her chin, waiting for his reaction.

Wen Hui hugged his arm, rested her chin on his shoulder, looked up at him, and there was a sparkling light in her eyes.

"You're afraid I'll go out alone, and I'm worried about you too. Besides, you always find me annoying when I call you..." He complained slightly. Seeing him staring at her without saying anything, Wen Hui said softly with a smile, "What's wrong? Why do you look so bad all of a sudden?"

Zheng Song moved his stiff lips and asked, "...you don't have to go to work anymore?"

Wen Hui was filled with doubts at his strange tone. She frowned and patiently explained, "I'm talking about working from home. Don't worry, I won't disturb you in the study. What are you worried about?"

Zheng Song forced a smile: "No, nothing, Huihui."

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Zheng Song carried the computer into the study. After Wen Hui finished cleaning the table, she hesitated outside the study door from time to time. She had promised Zheng Song that she would not disturb him, but his posture when entering the study was too strange, just like the way he looked in the elevator that day, like, like - a puppet being controlled by long strings tied to various parts of the body, and every move revealed an unspeakable weirdness.

Wen Hui thought about it and listened at the door for a while, but she didn't hear any talking, which meant that the video was not on. She felt relieved, but her worries took over. She washed the fruit, put it on a plate, and walked to the door and knocked.

"……Come in."

The curtains in the room were drawn, the lights were off, and the faint smell of blood lingered, creating a gloomy and terrifying feeling unique to horror movies.

Zheng Song's back was straight, his honey-colored skin was not very conspicuous in the darkness. His head, like the boy Wen Hui met that night, seemed to be slowly turned from the computer screen to the door, and seemed to be accompanied by a terrifying "clicking" sound effect... Of course, this was Wen Hui's imagination. She shrank her shoulders in fear and stood at the door, not daring to move forward.

The dim environment was the best disguise. The scarlet flesh and blood produced by emotional fluctuations spread like muddy flows under his feet. With Wen Hui's arrival, they slowly gathered back to the bottom of the flesh, filling up the shriveled skin again.

The bloodshot eyeball slowly turned twice, then stared intently at the woman standing at the door.

Zheng Song resisted the urge to dissolve into a pool of blood and rush towards Wen Hui. Facts proved that even if he tried to suppress his instincts and maintain his sanity, he would have no problem doing so. The key was that, fighting his body's instincts, he couldn't help but lose control of his form. Even if he could maintain his human appearance, some part of him would transform into scarlet flesh, wriggling towards his beloved wife...

no.

no.

Wen Hui can’t be found out.

Zheng Song adjusted his facial expression and smiled gently: "Hui Hui, why are you standing at the door and not coming in?"

When Wen Hui heard the familiar voice, her heart suddenly settled down. She had to admit that the moment she opened the door and saw the environment in the house, she almost thought that it was invaded by an unknown monster. At that moment, she felt a cold and numb feeling on her back as if she was being stared at by a terrifying creature. Thinking about it now, she still felt a lingering fear.

She placed the fruit plate in front of him and said, "Why don't you open the curtains? The light in the room is dim and it's not good for your eyes."

Zheng Song put his arm around Wen Hui's waist and pressed his face against it, greedily inhaling the scent that belonged only to his wife. With her arrival, the feeling of drowsiness became even stronger, but at the same time, there was a faint pain that seemed to tear apart his heart and lungs. He didn't dare to imagine the scenes after he fell asleep. Those things that had long existed in his mind, the things that belonged to the original Zheng Song and Wen Hui and had done thousands of times, were like a huge stone blocking his heart. Every time he touched those scenes, his throat seemed to be clamped, and the pain was unbearable -

He didn't dare leave.

Zheng Song murmured, "I'm a little sleepy. I want to sleep, Huihui."

Wen Hui's mind flashed with his occasional scarlet eyes. He must have been too tired from work and had no self-control at night. He even bought many strange-shaped toys behind her back, including the flower buds she saw in her dream that day. The most peculiar thing was that they were simulated so vividly, and both the touch and temperature seemed real. When she asked him where they were hidden, he didn't say anything. Wen Hui was shy and didn't dare to continue asking.

He'd been working too hard recently, so it was normal for his eyes to be red. Finding a reasonable explanation for the suspicions she'd been harboring deep in her heart, Wen Hui no longer frowned, holding up Zheng Song's black hair, which lay softly against her head.

Wen Hui said, "If you want to sleep, go ahead."

Zheng Song's face was completely buried in her arms, his facial muscles twitching, and a special emotion like a tide surged up, wrapping his heart in cold water. His tone unconsciously carried a hint of sadness. This emotion came inexplicably, and he himself could not explain the reason at all.

“…Meihui, I don’t want to sleep.”

Wen Hui was stunned. Zheng Song's words were inconsistent and a bit unreasonable. He said he wanted to sleep first and then said he didn't want to sleep. The emotion revealed in his tone made Wen Hui blink uneasily. The man sitting in front of her, hugging her waist and resting his face on her lower abdomen, exuded a strong aura of pity, as if he was about to be abandoned... Strange, why did he suddenly become so fragile?

This is very different from the man Wen Hui is familiar with.

Wen Hui's thoughts were called back by Zheng Song's coquettish murmur. She lowered her eyes, and the man raised his head, imitating the movements she made at the dining table, resting his chin on her lower abdomen, tilting his face up, his cat-like pupils round and bright, reflecting a strong sense of dependence.

He said, "Meihui, Huihui. I'm not in a good mood. Can you kiss me?"

Wen Hui felt her heart ache when she was stared at by his soft eyes, and a feeling of love rose spontaneously. She bent down, and Zheng Song raised his head at the right time. Zheng Song's lips were hot, and Wen Hui kissed him for a long time without any emotion or desire.

When they separated, Wen Hui, through hazy eyes, saw Zheng Song's expression, like a newborn cub, clinging to her like a thread. She heard Zheng Song say in a slightly trembling voice, "Hui Hui, do you like me?" He seemed embarrassed, and his face flushed after asking.

Wen Hui held his face, her eyes soft, and smiled: "If I don't like you, can I marry you?"

Zheng Song's expression didn't look very good, and he said in a pleading tone: "...Can you only like me..."

Wen Hui didn't hear clearly. Zheng Song rested his head on her belly and asked Wen Hui to leave the study when he felt sleepy. He locked the door, knowing that it was useless. He frowned even in his sleep.

Soon, Zheng Song regained consciousness.