Chapter 167 Husband 4
Zheng Song felt confused and had to turn down his morning work. He waited until noon when he received a call from Wen Hui. His father was not feeling well. Wen Hui took the two elderly people to the hospital for a check-up and asked him to have a meal at a nearby restaurant. Zheng Song said okay and hung up the phone. There was no one in the office during the lunch period, so he drew the curtains and slumped in his office chair to rest.
Wen Hui is beautiful and gentle. Zheng Song had a good first impression of her. Later, when he returned to Lancheng, his parents urged him to get married. He dated several times, but was not very satisfied with any of them. Those with good families were not as pretty as Wen Hui, and those who were pretty were not as kind as Wen Hui. During the rescue process, Wen Hui left a deep impression on him. Zheng Song considered it over and over again, contacted Wen Hui, and told her that he wanted to date her.
As expected, Wen Hui was delighted when he appeared. Zheng Song's good looks, coupled with his professional talents, made him a match many people couldn't find. Their courtship and marriage unfolded naturally, and Zheng Song was delighted with their married life. Wen Hui was a good wife, a good daughter-in-law, and would become a good mother in the future.
After getting off work, Zheng Song went to a nearby pharmacy to buy cold medicine. He didn't feel well, but he couldn't tell where he felt unwell. He parked the car and walked towards his home. When he passed the alley, he saw a beautiful woman leaning against the wall, surrounded by piles of garbage. She was wearing a bright red dress and smiled at him coquettishly.
"I'm not feeling well, please help me."
Zheng Song couldn't help but stop and stared at her in a daze. A chill ran from the soles of his feet to the back of his head. The light of dusk was gradually blocked outside the high wall, and the shadow enveloped Zheng Song. His head ached, and blood filled his eyes. He froze for a moment, and then slowly smiled gently.
"Okay. I'll help you."
Zheng Song walked towards the woman in the shadows, his cat-like eyes wide open, his features handsome, and he looked kind. The setting sun was completely hidden by the tall buildings, but a huge shadow seemed to be falling behind Zheng Song, carrying a damp and fishy smell. The woman was completely shrouded in the man's shadow and the cracks in the alley.
Zheng Song forced her into a narrow alley.
I greeted them like an old friend, saying, "I came here last night. I quickly mastered their language. Isn't it fluent? There's so much food here that I'm a little overwhelmed."
Zheng Song frowned, recalling the bad memory and sharing it with his "old friend": "...But I tried the food here, it was terrible. From yesterday until now, I fell into a deep sleep and I'm very hungry."
He received the message from Zheng Song's mind, tilted his head, and smiled apologetically like a human: "Sorry, I'm going to eat you."
The woman was frightened and unconsciously revealed the face of a monster, the same monster that Wen Hui saw in her dream yesterday, but much thinner, with a human-like torso constructed from wriggling and tangled flesh. The bright red skirt shattered and fell to the ground. It turned out to be a pure white skirt, but it was dyed red.
She was obviously not as smart and strong as "Zheng Song". She climbed the wall to escape, and her surroundings were instantly covered with scarlet flesh and blood, which continued to proliferate, like moss crawling all over the alley.
The woman was engulfed in flesh and blood, powerless to resist. Zheng Song, wearing shiny leather shoes, stepped on the grimy ground with his soles. He squatted down, holding the monster's strangled body as if it were a piece of perfectly textured beef. He licked the food in his palm with an elegant posture, his eyes narrowed, revealing a satisfied smile. "It smells delicious. I really like you more."
At this moment, a small ball of something that had not yet condensed into a shape rushed towards Zheng Song's back like a flowing fireball. Zheng Song slowly swallowed the last of the food. The blood-red substances climbing on the wall quickly squirmed and grew larger, gradually turning into a substance that could cover the alley, wrapping up and strangling the thing.
Zheng Song licked his palm contentedly. "You're still so weak, yet you dare to snatch food from me..." His tongue slowly drew away the blood. He smiled, paused for a moment, and then uttered an idiom: "Your courage is commendable."
They weren't native to this place; they had fallen from the gaping maw in the sky. The dark cloud was the path they'd descended into. In their world, the sky and ground were blood-red. Zheng Song was at the top of the food chain, but even at the top, there were different types of people.
Being able to coalesce into a torso, like "Zheng Song" and "Woman," is truly remarkable. Many, like the mass of flesh that had just attacked him, are merely vague shapes. Their world lacks the human concept of family. They live alone, build their nests alone, and slaughter each other. They are a truly vicious species.
Zheng Song ate the last bite of food and sighed with satisfaction. He had been hungry for a long time since he came here, and now he could finally have a full meal.
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Wen Hui sent her parents-in-law home. Her father-in-law was old and had some problems, but they were not serious. She stayed there and cooked lunch. During the meal, her mother-in-law talked to her about wanting a child, and Wen Hui agreed. Perhaps because her attitude was a little cold, her mother-in-law suddenly burst into tears, saying that she was disobedient and deliberately perfunctory.
Wen Hui had no way to defend herself and could only put on a smile and let her mother-in-law scold her for a few words before the matter was over. But after she left her house, her mother-in-law gave her a bag of Chinese medicinal herbs, saying that drinking them would help her get pregnant.
Wen Hui thought, it would be really strange if she could get pregnant after drinking it!
When she reached the entrance of the alley, she smelled a very strong smell. She didn't dare to stay any longer and hurried back home. Zheng Song returned home before dinner was ready. He didn't knock on the door today, using the fingerprint lock. With a "ding", Wen Hui ran out of the kitchen wearing an apron.
"You're back!"
Wen Hui paused and exclaimed in surprise.
Zheng Song's face was in a state of disarray, with a strong smell of rust. Although he was wearing a black suit, one could still see the deep stains on it, which dripped down the corners of his clothes onto the ground, forming a small puddle.
He stared expressionlessly at Wen Hui who ran out of the kitchen. After seeing the astonishment in her eyes, scarlet blood slowly covered his eyeballs, and the substance in his trouser legs and suit that could multiply, change and expand infinitely showed signs of overflowing.
“Megumin. I’m back.”
Wen Hui rushed in front of him and grabbed his sleeves. The sticky substance touched her fingertips, and the warm touch made Zheng Song's whole body stiffen. He lowered his eyes and stared at Wen Hui in front of him.
Wen Hui felt distressed: "How did you become like this? What happened? Are you hurt?"
Zheng Song rolled up his sleeves. The man's arms were full of strength, with smooth and graceful lines. There were some wounds on his arms, but they were all minor insignificant injuries.
Zheng Song was a quiet character, and even when Wen Hui asked him, he wouldn't tell her how he got hurt, leaving people guessing. Wen Hui held his arm, tears welling in her eyes, "How did you get hurt so badly? Does it hurt?"
If this injury happened to Wen Hui, she would think it was nothing, but Zheng Song's words made her feel distressed.
She held Zheng Song's arm and settled him on the sofa. She ran back to the bedroom in her slippers, took out the safe, took out iodine and cotton swabs, and half-knelt in front of him.
Zheng Song showed a puzzled expression.
Wen Hui carefully wiped the blood off his arm, applied iodine with a cotton swab, and leaned close to the wound, breathing out twice: "How did this happen? Did you rub it somewhere?"
Zheng Song hummed: "It's not a serious injury."
Wen Hui: "How can it not be serious? It's bleeding. Is it just this arm? Is there anything else that's uncomfortable?"
Wen Hui treated his wound. Thinking of yesterday's car accident and seeing Zheng Song's injuries, she felt a sense of unease in her heart. She raised her head and wanted to tell Zheng Song to be careful, but she saw Zheng Song staring at her without blinking.
Zheng Song never looked at her with such focused eyes. Wen Hui knew in her heart that Zheng Song liked her, but that liking was based on the premise that she was a good wife, could do housework well, and be filial to her parents.
She likes Zheng Song and she doesn't care about these things.
But she was caught off guard by Zheng Song's focused gaze without any distractions, and her silent heart suddenly began to beat.
Wen Hui clenched the cotton swab, threw it into the trash can, tidied up the medicine box, and turned around. Zheng Song was still looking at her in the same way, his eyes were very focused, as if he was glued to her. Wen Hui was in high spirits and sat next to him, close to Zheng Song. Zheng Song did not refuse.
Zheng Song has a very gentle personality and is very busy with work. When Wen Hui is in front of him, even though she has many romantic thoughts in her heart, she dares not think of anything when she is glanced at by Zheng Song's serious and somewhat cold eyes.
She was as reserved as a little child visiting a guest. Zheng Song exuded the aura of a serious person. When they went to bed at night, Wen Hui did not dare to make any overly enthusiastic moves unless Zheng Song took the initiative. She always felt that if she did so, Zheng Song would look down on her and think she was a playboy.
Wen Hui leaned close to her, half of her body resting on his arm. Seeing that he didn't refuse, a hint of confusion appeared in his eyes. She grew bolder and asked him casually, "Are you tired from work? What did you have for lunch? I made red date porridge. What would you like to eat?"
Zheng Song was enveloped by the refreshing aroma. He knew where it came from. On the balcony, Wen Hui kept two pots of white jasmine flowers, which had a rich scent, and Wen Hui had that same scent.
He had a sensitive sense of smell. When Wen Hui suddenly came close to him, he felt like he was buried in countless jasmine flowers. His nerves were tense. He stared at Wen Hui vigilantly. In their race, they could bite off the other person's lifeblood at such a close distance. What did Wen Hui want to do?
Seeing that he was injured, just like that piece of flesh and blood that attacked him, do you want to eat him?
Zheng Song's hands rested naturally on both sides. The flesh and blood under his clothes, which could strangle Wen Hui in an instant, began to wriggle, slowly seeping out of his trouser legs, spreading along the ground to the soles of Wen Hui's feet. Scarlet waves surged out, and the soles of Wen Hui's shoes were lifted up.
She was unaware of it and shortened the distance between herself and Zheng Song. There was a light in her eyes, and the dots of light were like bright fireworks. Then, she kissed Zheng Song's lips. Seeing that he did not push her away, she pushed harder and opened his closed lips.
When Wen Hui first started dating Zheng Song, she wanted to kiss him, but he would seriously push her away, saying he had to work. Zheng Song wasn't shy, he just felt it was embarrassing to do that with Wen Hui during the day, as people would gossip if they saw him.
Wen Hui gradually began to suppress the desires in her heart.
Wen Hui's arms were wrapped around his neck, and she was in control of the kiss. Zheng Song lay on his back on the sofa the whole time. At the beginning, she felt something entangled in her calves, but she ignored it, thinking that Zheng Song was trying to push her away. Later, he gradually stopped struggling, like a fish at the mercy of others, his back softened, and he leaned against the sofa, allowing Wen Hui to straddle him, hold his face, and kiss him closely.
Zheng Song was completely stunned!
He could kill her in an instant, or make her die of fear in her sleep without anyone noticing. His relationship with her depended entirely on whether he wanted to kill her... He didn't expect that the food would be so bold as to bite his lips.
He knew that lips were a very soft spot and she was very good at choosing the spot.
He waited for his food's next move, observing it. But she simply lingered on his lips, very gently, like the birds he had observed yesterday, pecking with their sharp beaks. Her lips were soft, even softer than his. Could she eat him? What was she trying to do?
Zheng Song was enveloped by a very strange feeling.
He lay on his back on the sofa, trying to recall his memory, trying to figure out the meaning of Wen Hui's behavior.
When Wen Hui left, Zheng Song stared at her with hazy eyes and a slightly dazed look, as if he was a young man who knew nothing about the world. Wen Hui was in a very good mood. It was rare for Zheng Song to show this look, and she couldn't help but kiss him on the face twice more.
"You look so haggard. Didn't you eat lunch? What do you want to eat? I'll make it."
Zheng Song's back left the sofa and moved close to her lips.
Wen Hui didn't notice his actions and was thinking about the remaining vegetables at home. When she returned to her mother-in-law's house at noon, her mother-in-law gave her a processed air-dried chicken and some buns she had made. Her words seemed to indicate that she was worried that Zheng Song would not get enough nutrition and that Wen Hui could not take good care of him.
"You want some buns, right? Mom gave them to you. She said you liked her buns stuffed with shepherd's purse the best. There's also a dried chicken. But it's too late now. Eating too much meat is hard to digest. Can we eat it tomorrow?"
Zheng Song didn't say anything, staring at her lips.
Wen Hui noticed his gaze and gave him a kiss without hesitation.
She murmured softly, "Why have you changed?" The voice was so soft that Zheng Song didn't hear it. Then, Wen Hui threw herself into his arms again, like a bird flapping its wings, her slender arms wrapped around his neck, and she happily pecked at the food she had finally found.
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Wen Hui went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Zheng Song sat up breathlessly, tugged at the tie that was uncomfortable around his neck, tore it into pieces and threw it into the corner. His eyes were confused and he licked his lips unconsciously, revealing a smile as if he had eaten delicious food. He smelled of jasmine all over his body. The smell was faint but lingered for a long time, so long that he was still a little dazed until he sat down at the dinner table.
Wen Hui and Zheng Song were facing each other. She ate little for dinner and drank the porridge slowly with a spoon. Zheng Song sniffed the smell on the table but didn't show it. He ate like a human and only glanced at Wen Hui occasionally.
He occupied Zheng Song's body, and naturally his consciousness was also occupied by him. He could extract Zheng Song's memories, and those memories unfolded before him one by one. He saw Wen Hui, but the Wen Hui in his memory was not the one in front of him...
Zheng Song's lips were still numb when he thought of the kiss on the sofa.
He captured a word - lively.
Wen Hui is lively.
Bright.
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