I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating Chapter 30

The courtyard resounded with somewhat disorderly footsteps, and Mister Long forcibly endured the extreme pain to maintain his mental sobriety.

He wanted to see how Mu Wanwan was going to become disdainful of him, so that he would have reason to attribute her kindness to him of the past few days to her ulterior motives. In this way, he would be able to completely remove the faint shadow this chongxi bride had engraved on his heart these past days without any pain.

Instead, in the days after she started to despise him, he ridiculously thought back day after day on the kindness she had once treated him with, like a grudgeful dragon full of laments, secretly letting out divine consciousness daily to pray.

Mister Long drew out a wisp of divine consciousness laboriously. It went out of the room and clung to the corner of Mu Wanwan's clothes. After all, he was weak, and wasn't willing to look at the disgusted expression that would appear on her face in a while.

Mu Wanwan could not perceive the presence of the divine consciousness. Seeing that the door to the room was properly closed, and there were no messy footprints in the courtyard, she first breathed a sigh of relief. Then, in the next second, she noticed that the unpleasant smell in the air was becoming more and more obvious.

Worrying about Mister Long, she pulled open the door with a “woosh”. In an instant, the strong smell of decay hit her, and she couldn't help taking two steps back——

_{Visit ʟɪɢʜᴛɴᴏᴠᴇʟᴡᴏʀʟᴅ.ᴄᴏᴍ, for the best no_vel_read_ing experience}

What was going on? Why did the house smell so bad? She remembered that when she left in the morning, everything had still been fine.

She only took two steps back, but it was already almost too much to bear for Mister Long's sensitive and fragile heart.

Yes, he wasn't really qualified to ask for this chongxi bride to give any affection, after all, they were only married in name, but not only was he unable to give her anything, he had instead troubled her to take care of him for so long.

Even if she despised him now, he had little reason to hate her.

Mister Long pressed his lips tightly and slowly withdrew his divine consciousness.

He suddenly didn't want to see it; he didn't want to see her hate him. After all, she didn't even know that he was awake, and all this was just his wishful thinking.　

Mu Wanwan didn't know that her instinctive response of taking two steps back from the putrid smell had made Mister Long's progress meter suddenly jump forwards by a whole lot. After recovering herself, she followed the sunlight shining through the door and immediately got a good look at the much brighter room, and saw at a glance the Mister Long who was lying properly in bed.

_{Visit ʟɪɢʜᴛɴᴏᴠᴇʟᴡᴏʀʟᴅ.ᴄᴏᴍ for a better_user experience}

The quilt covering his body hadn't moved at all; it seemed like no one had come.

Luckily, Mister Long hadn't been bullied.

As Mu Wanwan thought, she endured the unpleasant smell in the air and walked quickly to the bed——

On the side of her bed, the bedding was neatly folded and placed aside, while the side belonging to Mister Long seemed to be soaked with something, exhibiting a dark colour that did not match the festive red.

The smell of rotting flesh at the tip of her nose grew even more intense. As she looked at Mister Long's deathly pale and terrible face, and tightly pursed lips, a thought gradually emerged in her heart. Without hesitation, Mu Wanwan reached out to lift the red wedding quilt covering Mister Long's body.

Her movements were actually very light, but it made a certain dragon feel icy cold all over, as if he were on the edge of the cliff——

Any time now.

_{The latest_epi_sodes are on_the ʟɪɢʜᴛɴᴏᴠᴇʟᴡᴏʀʟᴅ.ᴄᴏᴍ website.}

When she lifted the quilt and sees his rotting tail again, the paradise-like days he had enjoyed for the first time since he was born would come to an end.

But he still couldn't keep himself from having expectations; if she did not despise him, if she did not…

No, that won't happen, there wouldn't be anyone who'd treat him with sincerity. Hadn't he spent the past hundred-odd years alone like this? The only “good buddy” who had treated him with some sincerity had even given him a vicious stab in the back…

Don't lift it!

Don't look…

Please…

Mister Long's fingertips couldn't stop trembling; in the instant his skin touched air, his blood flowed backwards.

_{The latest_epi_sodes are on_the ʟɪɢʜᴛɴᴏᴠᴇʟᴡᴏʀʟᴅ.ᴄᴏᴍ website.}

And Mu Wanwan also saw Mister Long's tragic state with great clarity the moment the quilt was lifted——

The long dragon tail had split open from the place where she had last applied medicine. Part of the scales had turned from withered yellow to an almost thick black, falling off to the side, and the pus, blood and putrid liquid flowing from the wound nearly wet the entire quilt.

Chapter end