Picked Up a White Cut Black Wife - Chapter 12

Shen Zhao: “……”

Forget it. There are so many people named Shen in the world; one more won’t make a difference.

“Shen Qiao, Wife. My name is Shen Qiao.”

So noisy! Shen Zhao’s head throbbed. She quickly got out of the car, instantly finding the outside world refreshingly quiet—until the noise followed her a second later.

“Hey, put your clothes on,” Shen Zhao said.

“I’m Shen Qiao, Wife,” the girl, who had only changed her surname minutes ago, corrected her earnestly while obediently pulling on her clothes.

“Oh.”

Entering the mall, the warm air felt comforting. It was a rare moment of leisure, though it would have been perfect without this chattering nuisance clinging to her side.

Shen Qiao looped her arm through Shen Zhao’s, paying no attention to the path ahead. “Wife, call me by my name,” she pleaded.

No matter how much she begged, Shen Zhao remained unmoved.

Just then, a couple walked past, holding hands with intertwined fingers, looking sickeningly affectionate. Shen Qiao’s gaze was drawn to them, then to the other people in the mall.

As if realizing something, she slowly released Shen Zhao’s arm, letting her hand hang naturally. Their hands brushed occasionally. Shen Qiao curled her fingers, her hand twitching with restless energy.

Damn it, what’s this woman up to now?

Shen Zhao rubbed the goosebumps on her hands and shoved them into her pockets.

Seeing this, Shen Qiao panicked. She quickly pulled Shen Zhao’s hand out and forcefully took it, then began swaying it back and forth, mimicking the couple they had seen earlier.

In public, Shen Zhao couldn’t make a scene. She could only exert subtle force. “Hey, let go. What does this even look like?”

“…Like a married couple?” Shen Qiao tilted her head thoughtfully. “Right, Shen Zhao, call me Shen Qiao, Wife.”

Shen Zhao ignored her and strode forward.

“Wife, slow down! Wait for me!”

What a nuisance.

Shen Zhao couldn’t hide her disdain, but Shen Qiao seemed oblivious, gazing at her with a radiant smile, swinging their joined hands back and forth, her steps light and carefree.

When they reached the digital mall, Shen Zhao asked, “Do you still want a phone? If you do, let go.”

“Can’t I have both?” Shen Qiao bargained.

“You have to choose one,” Shen Zhao insisted.

“Then I want Wife.” With that, she pressed even closer, her affection growing more brazen.

Shen Zhao was momentarily speechless. “You…”

The shop’s glass window reflected their figures, a sight that was frankly embarrassing. Shen Zhao felt an overwhelming urge to turn and walk away, but she restrained herself, deciding to give Shen Qiao one last chance. “Stand up straight. Don’t lean on me. Let go of my arm and link it properly.”

Shen Qiao, occasionally capable of reading the room, complied with Shen Zhao’s instructions.

Looking slightly more presentable, Shen Zhao led her into a mobile phone and electronics store. They sat down in the lounge area, and Shen Zhao said, “Go look around and see which one you like.”

Shen Qiao pointed at Shen Zhao. “I want one just like my wife’s.”

“Why do you always want everything to be the same as mine? You’re such a copycat.”

Shen Qiao shrugged dismissively. “Everyone else wears the same clothes, has matching bracelets and rings…”

She’s been paying close attention, Shen Zhao thought.

“My phone’s already been used for a while. Let’s get the latest model.”

“No, my wife’s is the best.”

Shen Zhao gritted her teeth and couldn’t help but roll her eyes. She realized that since being with this creature, her manners had steadily deteriorated. If the people at the museum saw her now, they’d think she’d been possessed.

“Wife,” Shen Qiao said, tugging on her hand and shaking it playfully. “I’ll work hard to earn money in the future so we can buy lots of matching things.”

“Making money is fine, but let’s stop there,” Shen Zhao said, recoiling in disgust. She finally had the shop assistant fetch another phone of the same model. “Here, take it.”

Shen Qiao held the phone, secretly comparing it to Shen Zhao’s, turning it over and over, completely captivated.

Shen Zhao, having paid, saw this scene and her heart softened. She walked over and patted Shen Qiao’s head. “Come on, let’s get you a SIM card so you can make calls.”

“Okay.” Shen Zhao casually took her hand and smiled up at her. “Thank you, Wife.”

After getting the SIM card, Shen Zhao saved her own number into the phone. “This is my number. Call me if you need anything…”

Wait a minute! Wasn’t she trying to distance herself? Why was she giving Shen Qiao her number? Had she lost her mind?

It was too late to regret it.

“Okay, I’ll remember it.”

The next moment, Shen Zhao’s phone rang.

Shen Qiao immediately looked at her, eyes wide with excitement. “Wife, is that my call?”

“Yeah,” Shen Zhao replied with an impatient nod. “Hang up already.”

“Why won’t you answer, Wife?”

“I’m right here! Why would I answer?” Shen Zhao snatched the phone, quickly hung up, and tossed it back to Shen Qiao. “Don’t call me unless it’s important.”

“Why?” Shen Qiao asked.

“Because I have to work, and you have to work too,” Shen Zhao replied. “We can’t be on the phone during work hours.”

Shen Qiao frowned. “But what if I miss my wife?”

Shen Zhao glanced at her. “Endure it.”

“Wife~”

“Don’t play the victim.”

They continued browsing the mall, and Shen Zhao bought her several outfits. By noon, laden with shopping bags, they went to a restaurant.

After walking so much that morning, Shen Zhao’s back was starting to ache. As she sat down, she rubbed her lower back and pushed Shen Qiao away. “Sit over there. Don’t get so close.”

“Wife?” Noticing Shen Zhao’s discomfort, Shen Qiao obediently sat beside her, watching her with concern. After a moment, she mimicked Shen Zhao’s movements, gently massaging her back. “Wife, does this feel better?”

Shen Zhao had initially wanted her to stop, but the pressure was surprisingly effective. “My shoulders too,” she instructed, seizing the opportunity for free labor.

Shen Qiao eagerly complied, rising to massage her shoulders more diligently. “Okay, Wife, is this okay?”

“Hmm, not bad,” Shen Zhao nodded in satisfaction. “Move a little closer and keep going.”

The massage was so soothing that Shen Zhao unconsciously closed her eyes. But gradually, she sensed something was off about the atmosphere.

Her excessively long hair brushed against the back of her hand, swaying with the movements of the person behind her. The soundproofed booth was so quiet that only their breathing could be heard. At first, the breaths were distant and irregular, but gradually they drew closer, pressing against the side of her neck, clear in her ear. Warm breath spilled onto the nape of her neck, making the massaged area feel even hotter.

“Alright, you can sit down now,” Shen Zhao said, shifting forward uncomfortably.

Shen Qiao paused for a second, as if noticing her unease. She casually moved closer from behind, her arms loosely encircling Shen Zhao. “Wife, I haven’t massaged this side yet.”

“I don’t need it,” Shen Zhao said, grabbing one of Shen Qiao’s hands and trying to pull her away. But sitting down made it difficult to exert force. Seeing this, Shen Qiao simply clasped her hand and hugged her from behind.

Shen Zhao turned her head to scold her, but before she could speak, she saw an enlarged face, pale and luminous, so close she could even see the fine white downy hairs.

Time seemed to freeze. Their breathing stilled, leaving only the irregular thumping of their hearts.

Shen Qiao also froze for a second, her eyes widening. She stammered, “Wife, you’re so beautiful.”

The next moment, Shen Zhao’s brow furrowed, her expression fierce. “Let go.”

As she spoke, their breaths mingled. Shen Zhao felt as if her territory had been invaded, gritting her teeth and turning her head away.