Chapter 188 Husband 25
Zheng Song cleaned up the dishes in the kitchen. He took off his apron, revealing the gray-blue cotton shirt underneath. His chest muscles, visible through the collar, bulged slightly, full of wild power.
Zheng Song walked to a distance of half an arm from Wen Hui and stopped.
"Meihui." He paused slightly, "I'm going to the study to take care of some work."
Wen Hui's gaze shifted from his muscular chest to his face, and she couldn't help but reveal her nervousness.
She knew she should do her best to play the role of a good wife. After all, if the monster discovered that she had seen through his disguise, there was no guarantee he wouldn't do something terrible.
But she couldn't control it! She was afraid, terrified. Just standing face to face with him made her limbs tremble uncontrollably. With his gaze fixed on her, she couldn't even speak... She had no idea what to do!
Wen Hui pondered how to react without alerting the enemy. The man before her smiled bitterly, and she suspected she had misjudged him. His expectant eyes gradually dimmed. He repeated his previous words and walked straight to the study.
There was a snapping sound.
The door is closed.
Wen Hui let out a breath suddenly.
Wen Hui sat on the sofa with her knees hugged throughout the morning, completely unable to muster the courage to continue playing the role of wife.
As has become their habit lately, whenever Zheng Song isn't video chatting with visitors, Wen Hui will be lying next to him, book in hand or phone in hand. She nestles into the beanbag in the study, sometimes letting Zheng Song's hand drop, and they hold hands and sway. Across from them, a serious meeting unfolds, and Wen Hui feels both nervous and sweet.
The life she longed for finally arrived. But one day, it was dealt a heavy blow, and that warm life was instantly shattered.
He turned out to be a monster in disguise.
Wen Hui thought about her past life, and the past scenes played out in her mind again and again, with a frequency high enough for her to remember deeply and clearly distinguish the opportunity for the transformation between Zheng Song and the monster -
The time goes back to the day when she and Zheng Song had a conflict, that is, the day when Zheng Song bluntly condemned her for cheating.
Zheng Song suddenly left in the middle of an argument with her, and when he returned, he must have been completely possessed by the monster. Before this, the monster only appeared at night, which explains why "Zheng Song" was healthy and energetic at night, but when he met Zheng Song during the daytime meal delivery, he looked so depressed...
The real Zheng Song was killed by a monster. Do you hate it?
Wen Hui hugged her knees tightly with her arms and curled up in the soft sofa like a hedgehog.
Before this incident, Wen Hui had never been so aware of her own indifference.
There is no doubt that she loves Zheng Song, otherwise she would not have married him.
But when she had accumulated enough disappointment in her marriage, and was lucky enough to welcome her husband's awakening and changing into the person she longed for in her heart, she thought it was God who opened her eyes and let her finally have good luck.
The monster's exposure was so sudden, so sudden that it shattered her beautiful life with one punch. She could no longer deceive herself. Those happy days were divided into two parts: one was her life with the real Zheng Song, and the other was the hope and happiness that the monster brought her...
She was uncontrollably addicted to the beauty created by the monster.
But so what?
She had witnessed the cruelty of monsters, and also witnessed the horror of monsters last night. She could not allow herself to sink into the vortex of danger because of the sweetness of the past. Living with monsters would put her under the sharp teeth of beasts.
The satiated monster naturally wouldn't set his sights on her, and out of curiosity, he would patiently play the role of husband. But when she angered him, or he suddenly grew tired of playing husband and wife... at that time, she was just a helpless food, at his mercy.
Don't be afraid. At least now the monster has no killing intentions. She must take the initiative and not entrust her safety to anything.
Wen Hui comforted herself.
The blackened phone screen lit up, and the image displayed was a website published by the state that provided clues about monsters.
Name, phone number, address...
…
Where Wen Hui couldn't notice, a pool of scarlet blood oozed out from the cracks in the study door, walls, and floor tiles.
They watched Wen Hui's every move quietly and intently. Two eyeballs lay in a pool of blood, their eyes, shrouded in rich color, revealing a clear sadness. Meanwhile, the monster sitting in the study still maintained the appearance of Zheng Song, with the sticky substance on the soles of its feet covering the entire study and the area around the door.
He sat there expressionless, and when he saw the screen on Wen Hui's phone, he suddenly trembled.
He wanted to rush out and tell Wen Hui that he was not a monster.
No, Huihui already knew.
The monster covered his face in pain and his shoulders trembled.
It's all his fault—
If he could go back to last night, he would definitely be extra cautious.
Although he had won the battle with Tao Qian, in human terms, it was only a narrow victory. After all, it was true that Tao Qian had nearly devoured him. He had come so close to being devoured by Tao Qian at that time, and even though he had defeated and devoured Tao Qian, the wounds on his body needed time to heal. He was in so much pain, but he didn't want to wake his wife, so he took a chance and settled on the sofa next to the bed.
It was last night.
A bittersweet smile played on the monster's lips.
Huihui was so calm. Even after seeing him as a monster, she could still sleep with him in bed... Does this prove that she still has feelings for him?
Immediately, the monster sighed in defeat.
How is that possible?
He has always been interacting with Huihui as Zheng Song. Now that his identity is exposed, Huihui is afraid of him and hates him. How could she possibly like him?
Various methods emerged in his mind, and each method told him that it was most undesirable to just throw the can and confess his identity.
Wen Hui's fear was the most difficult to deal with. How could he make his wife stop being afraid of him?
…
There was a loud noise from the study.
Wen Hui was startled and her finger did not move on the submission interface.
What happened? Wen Hui stood up, then stopped. Thinking of Zheng Song's true identity at this moment, she couldn't move her legs and stood there in confusion.
The door to the study opened.
Zheng Song came out.
Wen Hui couldn't hide her surprise: "You...what's wrong with you?"
Zheng Song was still wearing the same home clothes he'd worn that morning. A large pool of blood oozes from his chest. He covers it with one hand, holding onto the wall with the other. His skin is drained of color, his face pale and frail. He looks at Wen Hui and softly says, "Hui Hui, it hurts."
Putting all those speculations and fears behind her, Wen Hui saw Zheng Song appear in front of her with scars all over his body. Her mind was temporarily lost. She hurried to his side, supported his arm, and asked anxiously, "What happened? He was fine this morning. How did he become like this in just a short time..."
She held his arm and helped him sit on the sofa, pulling open his collar. Zheng Song tilted his head quietly, his greedy and obsessed eyes fixed on Wen Hui's face. He couldn't stand not being close to Wen Hui for just half a day, and his whole body ached.
He held her hand, noticing her sudden stiffness, hiding the bitterness and pain, and looked at her gently: "Hui Hui, don't worry. I'll just bear it."
Wen Hui remembered that he was a monster. She was nervous, but also shocked by the wound on his chest. Her face couldn't help but show anxiety.
After all, she had to maintain her identity and buy time to survive while the monster wasn't killing her. She reminded herself of this, then took a breath and said calmly, "Stay still. I'll go get some medicine inside."
After getting the medicine, Wen Hui half-knelt in front of him, unbuttoned his clothes, and treated his wound.
Zheng Song lowered his eyes and explained, "I lied yesterday."
Wen Hui was startled.
What does that mean? Does he want to confess his identity? What happens after that? Wen Hui didn't dare to move or look at him.
Zheng Song pulled the corners of his mouth bitterly and continued, "Huihui, the police didn't come when we were at the mall yesterday. I was the one who fought it, and it was the one who tore the wounds on my body. I thought I was going to die and never see you again, but I didn't expect that I would be so lucky and be able to bring you home alive..."
Wen Hui imagined the scene of monsters fighting.
He held one of her hands in his palm, which was warm and held an irresistible strength.
She thought about what she'd seen the night before. She'd never seen anything like it before, and yet, she'd happened upon it last night. Could he have been tending to his wounds? "Tao Qian" was intent on finding "Zheng Song." She'd clearly come prepared, and her conversation with Wen Hui was filled with a determined determination.
Was he seriously injured? Wen Hui's fingertips involuntarily touched the edge of the wound. Was the wound on his chest all his injuries, or just the tip of the iceberg he deliberately revealed? After all, the word he used was "torn."
Zheng Song: "The monster used Tao Qian's appearance to deceive your feelings. Huihui, do you hate her?"
Wen Hui raised her eyes suddenly: "What do you mean? I don't understand."
Zheng Song's face was gentle, and his gaze at her was like a pool of soft spring water. He said, "Monsters have no emotions. Even if they have a human skin and memories, they will imitate human words and actions endlessly, just for the fun of playing with their prey... Huihui, do you think so?"
Wen Hui frowned, not understanding what he meant.
She didn't answer, so Zheng Song continued, "But what if the monster had emotions? He would know joy, jealousy, and sadness, and would no longer be a ruthless monster dominated by killing..."
His voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible: "What if monsters also want to have a home? Huihui, are you willing to believe that monsters can also have feelings?"
Wen Hui looked into his eyes, the emotions surging in them were like huge waves, and she felt inexplicably sad.
He forced a perfunctory smile and said, "Maybe."
At that moment, Wen Hui felt that Zheng Song was shrouded in sadness.
His eyes were still gentle. The wound on his chest did not get better despite Wen Hui's treatment. Instead, more blood came out. In the blink of an eye, his clothes were dyed a rich bright red.
Wen Hui's limbs felt numb.
Zheng Song pinched her wrist, ignoring the wound on his chest, lowered his head and kissed her forehead. Noticing his wife's body suddenly stiffened, he did not stop, but pulled her to his chest with even greater force, so that her clothes were stained with the blood flowing from his body and were filled with his scent.
Wen Hui was held in his arms.
He whispered in her ear, "Meihui."
The scene was truly bizarre. She lay on her back on the sofa, Zheng Song draped over her, his chest bursting with blood, dripping onto her body. She was soon covered in a thick, fresh coat of blood. Zheng Song's expression remained normal. She felt like he had something to say, but was hesitating, as if afraid of the consequences of speaking it out.
Is there anything he's afraid of?
Wen Hui stared at him with forced calmness. She wanted to say something soft and evasive, but the situation at the moment didn't allow her to escape. Such a strange scene, this was something Zheng Song would never have done before today.
He knew.
So what does he want to do?
Wen Hui's palms were instantly soaked with cold sweat, but she didn't feel cold because something sticky and warm wrapped around her palms and then around her feet. While she was feeling terrified, she thought in self-abandonment, he finally stopped pretending, what should I do now?
Have they started eating yet? They had just finished breakfast, and she, despite her hunger, gave him all the egg dumplings and rice porridge. He wasn't full yet!
Just as she was daydreaming, the monster in front of her finally gave up his disguise. He was concerned about his wife's feelings and still maintained the appearance of Zheng Song, but sticky substance continued to flow out and wrapped around his wife's body.
He said, "Meihui."
Wen Hui blinked and tears welled up in her eyes.
I thought sadly, why are you still calling out so intimately when you are about to be filled up?
He raised his hand to wipe away her tears.
He said, "Huihui, don't be afraid of me."
Wen Hui was stunned, thinking she had heard wrongly.
However, his eyes revealed grievance as he said, "Meihui. I had a very difficult battle with that monster yesterday. My body was almost torn apart by it. It hurts so much now. I know you noticed that I was fake, but, but... please don't leave me, okay?"
He lowered his head and gently touched her face with his lips: "Don't be afraid of me."
Wen Hui was speechless for a moment. Suddenly, something like an octopus tentacle began to sway in front of her eyes. The tentacle was covered with bloodstains, and the blood was gurgling and dripping onto the cracks between her lips. The tentacle seemed to have done something wrong and licked the blood off with its top.
Wen Hui didn't know how to react. Perhaps she was scared silly.
The monster's behavior after tearing off its disguise was beyond her expectations.
When he saw that she didn't speak, he leaned over to her ear and whispered softly, "Don't be afraid of me."
The tentacle hooked her wrist and shook it twice: "Please, Huihui."
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