Picked Up a White Cut Black Wife - Chapter 6

The man, clearly drunk, stumbled toward the girl, reaching out with a clumsy hand. Before she could touch her, her body lurched sideways, nearly collapsing onto her. She quickly steadied himself against the wall, slurring, “Hic… Where did you crawl out from? Hic… If you’ve got nowhere to go, come with me…”

“What are you doing?” Before her mind could process the situation, Shen Zhao had already flung open the door, her voice sharp and furious. “This is my home! Get out now!”

The man paused for a second at the sight of Shen Zhao, then retorted with brazen insolence, “Look closely, hic… I haven’t stepped inside your place. I like standing here. What’s it to you?”

The stench of alcohol on her breath made Shen Zhao’s stomach churn. “If you don’t leave now, don’t blame me for getting rough. This time, it won’t just be broken arms and legs.”

The man’s face twisted into a grotesque sneer. “Fine, I’ll go.” She turned her gaze back to the girl, forcing a greasy smile that only made her look more lecherous. “Little sis, stop squatting outside someone else’s door. Come with me.”

From the moment Shen Zhao appeared, the girl’s eyes had been glued to her. Hearing the man’s words, she retorted fiercely, “She’s not just ‘someone else’! She’s my wife!”

As she spoke, her possessiveness flared as she rose and burrowed into Shen Zhao’s arms.

The sudden addition of a cold object made Shen Zhao’s body stiffen instantly. After a moment, she reluctantly wrapped her arms around the girl and coldly told the man, “Get lost.”

“You!” The man, enraged, raised her hand to strike.

Shen Zhao narrowed her eyes, already planning where her first punch would land.

But in the next instant, the man froze, as if struck by some unseen terror, her body trembling violently.

Seeing this, the girl closed her eyes and obediently buried her head against Shen Zhao’s chest, completely shedding her earlier sinister, bloodthirsty demeanor.

The man, bewildered, felt an invisible force constricting her throat, bringing her to the brink of death. When she regained her senses, she gasped for air, her heart pounding as she stared at the frail-looking girl.

“Aiyo, what are you doing here? You little troublemaker! What mischief are you up to now?” An elderly voice echoed through the empty corridor. After dragging the man aside, the old woman hurried to apologize to Shen Zhao. “I’m so sorry! I haven’t disciplined her properly. Are you alright? I’ll give her a proper scolding when we get back. I’m truly embarrassed.”

Shen Zhao’s face darkened. “This is a one-time exception. If your Young Master harasses my… my partner again, I won’t hold back!”

The old man nodded repeatedly, scolding and shoving the man away.

As the man was dragged around the corner, she couldn’t resist glancing back at the girl. What just happened? Was that an illusion? Hmph, just wait until next time…

Oblivious, the girl inhaled the warm, post-bath fragrance lingering in the air, her lips curving into a satisfied smile.

Once they were gone, Shen Zhao tilted her head to look at the woman in her arms and gave her a gentle nudge. “Hey, how long are you going to keep hugging me?”

“Wife,” the girl murmured, her voice as sweet as honey. She tightened her grip, tilting her head to gaze up at Shen Zhao. “Wife, I knew you wouldn’t abandon me.”

“Ha.” Shen Zhao nearly laughed in exasperation. She pried the girl’s hands off her. “I wouldn’t abandon anyone in this situation. Don’t flatter yourself!”

The girl shook her head. “That’s not true. You just admitted it.”

“The circumstances were exceptional.” Shen Zhao crossed her arms, creating an unapproachable barrier. “You saw how unsafe it is here. Leave now. If this happens again, I won’t protect you.”

“I don’t want to leave my wife,” the girl murmured, then sat down, shrinking back into her original spot. “If my wife doesn’t want me inside, I can stay outside.”

“You!” Shen Zhao was momentarily speechless, gritting her teeth in exasperation. “Get up.”

“Wife?”

“Hurry up!” Shen Zhao shot her a disdainful glance, frowned, and extended her hand.

Seeing this, the girl’s face lit up with joy. Seizing the opportunity, she immediately latched onto Shen Zhao’s arm. “Wife.”

“Shut up. If you call me that again, I’ll really throw you out.”

The girl pouted, muttering under her breath, “But it’s true.”

Having rushed out in a hurry, Shen Zhao hadn’t had time to dry her hair, which was simply wrapped in a towel. The damp, cold sensation was uncomfortable, so she quickly dried her hair, emerged from the bathroom, and saw the girl staring intently at her, giving her a headache from worry.

Now she couldn’t shake her off no matter what.

“Are you cold?” Shen Zhao asked, turning up the air conditioning a few degrees.

The girl nodded.

Shen Zhao’s gaze swept over her, her peripheral vision catching the redness on the girl’s hands. Frowning slightly, Shen Zhao rose and retrieved a nightgown from the bedroom, tossing it beside the girl. “Go take a shower.”

“Okay.” The girl picked up the nightgown, glanced back at Shen Zhao, and padded into the bathroom.

The burning gaze vanished, and Shen Zhao exhaled in relief. She settled onto the sofa, tablet in hand, meticulously examining photos taken at the archaeological site. Her thoughts immediately drifted back to that night, a memory that still left her shaken.

Pressing down on her trembling hands, Shen Zhao took a deep breath and continued reviewing the information about the Princess.

Just then, a knock came from the bathroom door.

“What is it?” Shen Zhao asked, approaching the door.

After a moment, the door cracked open, and a head peeked out. “I don’t know how.”

“Hmm? What?” Shen Zhao turned around as the door opened. “You don’t know how to use it?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Put your clothes… put them on properly, and I’ll help you turn it on.”

“I’m dressed.”

Shen Zhao pulled the door open and glanced at the girl. She was wearing the same thin dress she’d worn when they first met, its fiery red hue as vibrant as fireworks.

“Twist this way for hot water, that way for cold. This is the bathtub… towels are in the cabinet. There aren’t any extra bath towels, so just wear the pajamas for now,” Shen Zhao explained.

“Pajamas? Are they Wife’s?” the girl asked.

“I’ve only worn them once or twice. They’re clean,” Shen Zhao replied.

“Oh.” The girl nodded, then turned her curious gaze to the shower controls. Mimicking Shen Zhao’s earlier demonstration, she pushed the lever to the side. “Like this?”

“Mm, yes, wait—”

Before she could finish, a torrent of cold water cascaded down from the showerhead, drenching both of them to the bone. Fortunately, the girl reacted quickly and turned off the water.

Shivering, Shen Zhao opened her eyes in a fury, only to see the girl looking like she’d done something wrong. Her anger instantly deflated. What’s the point of arguing with someone who’s clearly not thinking straight? she thought to herself.

Just then, the girl grabbed a towel, stood on tiptoe, and carefully began wiping the water from Shen Zhao’s forehead.

Shen Zhao awkwardly turned her head away, noticing that the girl was also soaked to the bone. Her dress clung to her body, revealing dewy droplets clinging to her pale skin and tracing the contours of her figure. Her wet hair plastered against her cheeks, making her look like a drenched kitten.

“That’s enough,” Shen Zhao said, grasping the girl’s hand. Startled by the coldness of her palm, she urged, “Go take a hot bath right away, or I won’t take care of you if you catch a cold.”

Instead of answering, the girl asked, “Is Wife cold?”

Shen Zhao snatched the towel from her hand. “Worry about yourself first. Get cleaned up before you worry about me.”

The girl bit her lip, then lowered her head, clutching Shen Zhao’s sleeve. “Or… Wife could join me… together…” she murmured softly.

“Ahem, aren’t you ashamed?” Shen Zhao nearly choked, pushing the girl’s hand away. “I don’t have that kind of fetish. Go wash up now.”

After leaving the bathroom, Shen Zhao closed the door and changed into a fresh, dry nightgown. She initially planned to go straight to bed, but her worry for the person inside kept her pacing in the living room.

A long time passed with no sign of the girl. Growing increasingly anxious, Shen Zhao was about to knock when the girl emerged, her wet hair draped over her shoulders. Her plain little face lit up with a smile at the sight of Shen Zhao. “Wife.”

“Didn’t I tell you to dry your hair before coming out?” Shen Zhao asked.

The girl stood her ground. “I don’t know how.”

“You don’t know how to do this, you don’t know how to do that… Are you a princess who needs to be waited on hand and foot?” Shen Zhao sighed. “Bring me the towel, comb, and hairdryer.”

“Okay.”

The girl sat sideways beside Shen Zhao, her waist-length hair cascading down her back. Shen Zhao meticulously dried each strand, a time-consuming task. She then carefully combed through the damp locks, the dripping ends brushing against the girl’s ankles, sending a chill through the air.

“Wife,” the girl turned her head to look at Shen Zhao, who immediately straightened her posture. “Don’t move.”

The hairdryer roared to life, its warm air gliding through the girl’s silky hair. Shen Zhao’s gaze lingered on the girl’s smooth jawline. I have to admit, she thought, this little con artist is quite refined-looking, almost like a young lady of high society.

By the time Shen Zhao finished drying the girl’s hair, her arm ached from holding the dryer aloft. “Alright, go to bed now.”

Unexpectedly, the girl turned and buried her face in Shen Zhao’s chest. The scent of the girl’s delicate fragrance filled Shen Zhao’s nostrils, and her warm breath tickled the nape of her neck. “Wife.”

Forced back against the sofa, with no room to retreat, Shen Zhao pushed the girl away. “If you touch me again, I’ll throw you out!”

“Wife.” The girl released her, but her hands remained braced on the sofa, trapping Shen Zhao between them. The sudden sense of confinement made Shen Zhao frown uncomfortably. Instead of backing down, the girl leaned closer, her nose nearly touching Shen Zhao’s.

Shen Zhao’s mind froze. She stared blankly at the magnified face before her, her breath catching in her throat. After a moment, she snapped back to reality, turning her head away and scolding, “Get up. Get away from me. Do you hear me?”

The girl pouted, her gaze lingering on Shen Zhao’s face before reluctantly straightening up.

Now free, Shen Zhao immediately stood up, putting distance between them. “Go sleep in the guest room,” she snapped irritably.

The girl glanced around their shared room, then looked back at Shen Zhao. “Do we really have to sleep in separate rooms, Wife?”

“What else? Stop calling me that! If you keep pushing your luck, you’ll be sleeping outside. I won’t look after you anymore!” Shen Zhao rotated her wrist, feeling utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally. Ever since she’d gotten entangled with this con artist—no, this female hooligan—her life had been nothing but chaos.

The girl reached out to tug at Shen Zhao’s sleeve, but Shen Zhao dodged the attempt with a sidelong glance. The girl withdrew her hand, placing both hands demurely on her lap. “Then when will Wife be willing to share a room with me?”

“Huh?” Was this woman serious? A hint of awkwardness flashed across Shen Zhao’s face. This female hooligan was truly…

“Wife?”

“…Never.” With that, Shen Zhao turned to retreat to the bedroom, but the girl grabbed her arm in the next instant.