Chapter 185 Husband 22
A fierce wind whirled dust upward, gathering into a massive, scorched-brown dragon. Suddenly, the sky ripped open, and a torrential downpour, grape-sized drops of rain, fell directly to the ground. From the high-rise buildings, the city streets were engulfed in the wet, muddy downpour.
The rainstorm was murky, shrouding the entire city in mist. A loud bang shook everyone fleeing the supermarket. They followed the sound, looking towards its source. The fog was thick, and nothing could be seen clearly.
They all speculated that something terrifying was descending with the rainstorm, and immediately, they all fled in all directions with all their might...
"Oh, how pitiful! Don't be so fierce, just let me eat you. You don't have the ability to fight me right now! Just surrender!"
Tao Qian's chest split open, revealing sharp teeth. She bit down on the sticky substance that rushed towards her. She transformed into two arms and pinched it tightly, then suddenly tore it in the opposite direction. The sound of tearing silk was accompanied by the sound of blood dripping onto the ground.
Tick-tick.
Soon, it gathered into a stream of blood and merged with the rainstorm. In a short while, the rooftop was filled with a sea of light red.
Their race is known for its violence and cruelty in the other world, and there are only a few who are as powerful as her and Zheng Song.
According to Tao Qian's initial observations upon her arrival, only Zheng Song was stronger than her in Blue City; the others could be crushed with a single wave of her hand. The competitive monster, unwilling to be reduced to mere prey for her own kind, diligently ate to enhance her abilities.
It is so that one day when he meets Zheng Song who is stronger than himself, he can defeat him and get his flesh and blood.
Without the heart-protecting flesh, Zheng Song was already soaked in blood like mud. Tao Qian, who had transformed into a half-monster, brought him to her mouth and ate him.
"I'll eat it all. Nothing will be wasted." Tao Qian plucked at the rag-like sticky substance, tearing the food apart with her sharp teeth. Beside her, the monster's two eyeballs, encased in flesh and blood, betrayed a faint sense of pain and sorrow at Tao Qian's brutal actions.
Tao Qian suddenly shouted: "Ah——"
Baring her scarlet teeth, she glanced at Zheng Song, who was soaked in the rain. She recalled with relish, "It's very special. Normally, even if I ate you whole, I wouldn't be able to obtain your memories—memory is a very fragile ability that humans possess. But I just captured your memories... and Huihui's?"
She narrowed her eyes. "It's all your fault. I could have eaten her. She smelled delicious. I didn't expect that she smelled delicious in my memory too..."
Zheng Song had been completely reduced to food. With his body now tattered like a piece of cloth, he had no ability to fight Tao Qian. Moreover, most of his flesh and blood had already entered Tao Qian's stomach.
She ate to her heart's content and burped like a human. However, everything happened silently. The rainstorm hit the water with a loud pattering sound, and the wind grew stronger and stronger.
Tao Qian stared with wide eyes, bewilderedly looking at the sharp object that had pierced her chest.
Zheng Song's broken voice sounded: "The heart is hidden here."
It was an adult male's arm. Raindrops rolled across the honey-colored skin, sliding down the taut lines of muscle into the water.
He was holding a piece of broken glass with a sharp tip, and at this moment, the glass was inserted into Tao Qian's chest.
The situation has changed dramatically.
Those broken pieces of flesh and blood gathered from all corners and rushed towards Tao Qian like a tidal wave. A huge mouth suddenly opened in the middle of the flesh and blood, which was twice the size of Tao Qian, and swallowed all her screams and struggles into its mouth.
She could still be heard yelling in despair: "Why! How is it possible! You are still alive!"
Even though there were no visitors on the rooftop, Zheng Song still chose to use a human body. However, his energy was clearly insufficient to support his full transformation. A handsome face, a muscular chest, and then below was a mass of scarlet flesh, like mud, unable to form anything substantial.
The huge mouth of the chest cavity closed, blocking out Tao Qian's screams. The jagged teeth inside slowly chewed and absorbed the nutrients of "Tao Qian".
He closed his eyes, his cheeks were pale, and his voice was weak. He was very responsible in answering the questions of the dying "Tao Qian":
"I don't want to die. I used some tricks. I deliberately reduced my own abilities to fight you, giving you the illusion that I was weak. When you let your guard down, I'll surprise you and insert the hidden piece of glass into the spot I found in the dark about your heart."
A look of fear crossed his face, a look he had never seen before. His voice trembled, like the humming of a taut string suddenly plucked. He said, "...I'm not completely sure. I can only use all my energy to find the perfect moment to kill you. If I die... I'll never see Huihui again. I want to be by her side, forever and ever..."
Without Wen Hui, death is death.
But now, whenever he thought of those heartwarming scenes, he would feel a desire to extend his life indefinitely, and he would dream of being able to be with Wen Hui every day.
…
Return home.
Zheng Song carried Wen Hui straight into the bathroom. Her body was covered in the sticky mucus left behind, and the distinct smell had her lost in a sweet dream. Zheng Song laid her on the floor, which was covered in warm flesh. The contact of flesh and blood with his wife's body was like the surface of a lake bathed in sunlight, rippling gently, gently undulating around Wen Hui.
“Meihui, Meihui…”
The porcelain white bathtub was shrouded in a hazy mist. Wen Hui lay on her back, her arms resting on the edge, her delicate skin greedily licked by the sticky flesh. It was still bleeding, and he didn't dare linger too long, fearing the smell of blood would overwhelm his sleeping wife.
Zheng Song didn't leave, but took off his clothes. He waited until the water became clear and clean, then turned off the shower and went to the bedroom to change into comfortable home clothes. The loose cotton clothes wrapped around his male body, and the monster's ferocious aura became soft and gentle.
Like a sweet little bear sewn into the corner of a garment. In reality, it's a powerful, fanged beast, but what we see now is a harmless and gentle cartoon bear.
After cleaning his wife, Zheng Song wrapped her in a towel and held her in his arms as he laid down on the bed. The heart, now wrapped in flesh and blood, pounded violently, each beat revealing the monster's current state of unease, panic, and anxiety.
The scarlet eyes revealed deep fear.
Zheng Song stared at his sleeping wife for a long time. Then, he leaned over to her cheek, gave her a soft kiss, and continued to talk in her ear like a brainwash:
"Hui Hui, Hui Hui. I'm Zheng Song. I'm Zheng Song, Hui Hui's husband, I'm not a monster."
His eyes revealed a deep sadness: "...Don't be afraid of me, Huihui."
He hadn't bought any clothes at the mall. When he was trying on his second outfit, Wen Hui still hadn't returned. He called her name from the changing room. Wen Hui didn't answer, and then a huge panic hit him. He looked around, but there was no sign of Wen Hui in the milk tea shop. He heard the clerk say that a very beautiful woman and her colleagues were walking up the stairs.
He hurriedly chased after her, sniffing Wen Hui's scent, the scent of jasmine with the scent of Wen Hui engraved deep in his flesh and blood.
Then, he sensed the malevolent aura of his own kind. Words couldn't describe his fear at that moment. He couldn't help but transform into his original form and run to the rooftop, only to hesitate at the doorway...
He caught sight of Wen Hui's scent, caught her weak cry, and while he was relieved, he was also afraid that his identity would be exposed. He was afraid that when he broke into the house, he would see Wen Hui's terrified eyes - a bomb that had long been buried in his heart. Although he knew the danger, he wanted to suppress it for a long time.
Never let the day of explosion come.
Just like this, living a simple and peaceful life with Wen Hui was his dream, his extravagant hope.
He pushed the door open and looked at Wen Hui. Seeing her curled up in a ball, her pitiful appearance made his heart shrink.
Did she guess it?
She was so smart, she must have guessed it. Otherwise, why wouldn't she look up at him? The monster endured the pain in his heart, ignored his fellows who were watching him eagerly, and stared intently at Wen Hui until she looked up at him. His eyes instantly lit up with surprise, as if he had survived a disaster. What was he thinking at that moment?
He thought.
He was unwilling to accept it.
His kind was very powerful, and he might die here. And until his death, he left not a single memory in Wen Hui's heart.
He is Zheng Song, and will always be Zheng Song in Wen Hui's heart.
Instead of it.
…
Wen Hui slept for a long, long time. Her consciousness seemed to be torn in two. One half was a peaceful dream world, the earth was crimson, and a warm wind caressed her face, stirring the wildflowers on the ground, surging and rolling like waves. The other half was filled with intense fear, a constant feeling that she was in danger.
When she opened her eyes, she was still gasping for breath.
"Zheng Song...Zheng Song!" Wen Hui shouted.
The moment she regained consciousness, the scenes before she lost consciousness flooded back into her mind. She remembered Zheng Song being flung out by the monster, hitting the wall and bleeding profusely. Her heart sank to the bottom, and tears welled up uncontrollably, soon covering her entire face.
Wen Hui felt someone approaching, and before she could react, she was embraced by a familiar embrace. A man's anxious voice rang in her ears: "What's wrong, Hui Hui? Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. It's okay. We're going home."
As soon as he wiped away the falling tears with his fingertips, new ones would immediately appear. No matter how fast he wiped them away, he could never wipe them away completely. If he used a cup to catch them, he was sure it would be full soon. Zheng Song suppressed the panic in his heart and tried to comfort her in a normal tone:
"Meihui is crying like a cat... Let's go home, let's leave the mall. There are no monsters at home. I'm here with you, Meihui."
It felt unreal. Wen Hui clutched her chest, her chest trembling violently. Zheng Song turned on the bedside lamp. Under the warm yellow light, the tear marks on the woman's face were clearly visible, and her dark eyes revealed a worry that was impossible to ignore.
Wen Hui cried so hard that she couldn't breathe.
At that moment, she thought they were both going to die in the monster's mouth, so why were they at home now? She took two breaths, her voice thick with tears, and she had to pause for two or three seconds before she could finish a sentence.
"Weren't we captured by a monster on the top floor?" Wen Hui blinked, tears rolling down her cheeks. She stared at the pitiful figure, tilting her head back, her gaze fixed on Zheng Song. She cried, "I thought we were dead, I thought we'd never come back. Isn't this a dream? I was scared to death, and you're still alive... We're still alive... Don't lie to me, are we really safe..."
Before Wen Hui could finish her words, Zheng Song hugged her again.
He said, using the words he had prepared long ago, "I didn't lie to you. We are truly safe." His palm stroked her long hair, the gentle touch like stroking a frightened cat, and Wen Hui's uneasy mood was indeed greatly relieved. She snuggled in Zheng Song's arms, inhaling his scent. What happened on the top floor seized her mind, and she hugged Zheng Song and cried.
Tears wet his shoulders.
He patted his wife's back with his other hand and continued to explain, "...We are on the top floor, and the monster wants to eat us." Wen Hui trembled, and Zheng Song quickly tightened his grip and coaxed her, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid...I'm here."
Wen Hui hummed softly, "Go on."
Zheng Song: "I couldn't find you, so I called the police. I searched everywhere, and then I heard a noise on the top floor and ran up alone. The police arrived. They focused their firepower on the monster, distracting it. Then, a sudden downpour, along with alien creatures, arrived. Everyone in the mall was fleeing, and I took advantage of the chaos to flee back home with you in my arms... That's how it happened."
Wen Hui nodded.
She hugged Zheng Song tightly, lost in the terror of the moment, unable to recover. The man's embrace gave her a sense of security. Zheng Song soothed her softly, and Wen Hui's sobs gradually faded, tears streaming until her eyes grew sore. She sobbed twice, then left his shoulder, facing him with her tear-stained face. She cupped Zheng Song's face and smoothed his frown.
Wen Hui said, "Are you hungry? I'll go cook."
Zheng Song touched her head, a genuine smile on his face: "You lie down in the room. I'll do it."
His heart dropped to the ground. He looked at Wen Hui with eyes full of affection and concern, and tucked her in. Just as he was about to turn off the light, Wen Hui said, "Don't turn it off!" Zheng Song stopped, pushed the door open and left.
A satisfied smile played on Zheng Song's lips. Huihui didn't doubt him. He turned on the stove. His cooking skills were limited, and it was late at night, so he prepared to cook tomato and egg noodles. Just as he finished beating the tomato and egg soup, he heard footsteps behind him.
Then two arms came around, and Wen Hui's weak voice rang out: "I'm scared when you're not by my side."
Zheng Song felt even more distressed for her. He took her arm and held her close to his chest: "That's it."
Wen Hui leaned back against his chest, staring at the tomato soup in the pot. Zheng Song put one arm around her waist and held a spoon in the other. Wen Hui took the noodle roll and took out enough for the two of them and put it in the pot. Zheng Song stirred it with the iron spoon.
When they got to the dinner table, Wen Hui still didn't want to stay too far away from Zheng Song. She bit her lip in distress and looked at him with tearful eyes.
Zheng Song set the table and said, "Hui Hui, can I hold you?"
Wen Hui paused and shook her head.
Zheng Song's voice was gentle, as if he was coaxing a child: "Come here, I want to hold you." He explained: "I was scared today too. I was scared when you were not by my side. Let me hold you."
Wen Hui immediately stood beside him. Zheng Song opened his arms, and Wen Hui sat on his lap. After hesitating for a moment, she took his left arm and wrapped it around her waist. Only with this tight embrace could Wen Hui temporarily escape the fear brought by the day and the strange feeling that was vaguely emerging in her heart...
Zheng Song brought both bowls of noodles in front of him, picked up the first bowl with chopsticks, blew on it to cool it down, and handed it to Wen Hui's mouth: "Ah, open your mouth." Wen Hui did as he asked, and after eating the noodles, her panic did not disappear. Instead, it became more intense in Zheng Song's gentle and coaxing tone.
Wen Hui snuggled into Zheng Song's arms as if to escape.
Seeing him blow the second chopstick to cool it down and put it into his mouth, she didn't know why, but she slowly let out a breath... He was eating noodles... The strange thought flashed through her mind, and before she could think about it carefully, the noodles came to her mouth again.
"My food isn't as delicious as yours. But I put a lot of effort into it. Even if it's not that tasty, you should force yourself to eat a few bites. Huihui, you've been hungry all day. You can't do without food in your stomach. Can you have another bite?" He took her distraction as a rejection and coaxed her in a low voice.
Wen Hui opened her mouth.
Zheng Song smiled and encouraged her gently, "Huihui is great. A healthy body depends on a good diet."
The two of them shared the two bowls of noodles, taking turns taking a bite.
Then, Zheng Song carried the dishes into the kitchen. The sliding door was open, but Wen Hui didn't run in and hug his waist like before. He felt a little disappointed, but Zheng Song's mood improved when he thought that after washing the dishes, he could hug his wife and go back to bed.
A few drops of tomato soup splashed on the table, and the bright red and rich soup remained on the table like splattered blood.
Wen Hui stared at it, and her hands hanging on her knees suddenly began to tremble.
Her lips also began to tremble, and the blood in her body began to flow backwards. Her limbs became stiff. Her gaze fell on Zheng Song in the kitchen, who was still as usual. He wore an apron around his waist, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and slender legs. His black hair fell softly on his forehead, and his profile was gentle. Every detail of his expression revealed an appearance that made Wen Hui obsessed...
——Zheng Song never wanted to enter the kitchen. He was a psychologist and a highly educated person who was admired by relatives on his mother-in-law's side and made the family's ancestral graves smoke green smoke. He made money, and Wen Hui did not, so all the work in the kitchen was done by Wen Hui. Even when she was menstruating or even when she was sick with a fever, Zheng Song rarely shared the work.
——Zheng Song...
The forgotten fear swept over like a tidal wave.
Wen Hui felt cold all over.
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