Married to a Disabled Man in the 70s - Chapter 130
Su Jiaojiao woke up again and was rolling around in bed.
The twenty-three-year-old girl looked very young, with white skin and a face full of collagen.
A pair of long and slender legs were raised high in the air before their master opened her eyes as she was air cycling.
Suddenly, those legs froze in mid-air.
Su Jiaojiao sat up violently. She rubbed her hair, ran to the computer with a collapsed face, then opened the software that had been on for half a day. “It’s over, I’m about to be late for an upload!”
“Why did I suddenly fall asleep yesterday?”
“I’m going to be dead!”
She uncomfortably covered her heart, silently looking at the half-written script and the drama that was playing in the background.
Hungry, Su Jiaojiao rubbed her stomach. She felt like she had forgotten something very important, but nothing was more important than finishing this chapter for her webnovel right now.
She took out her phone and ordered takeaway. She chose what she picked last time and started reviewing the content she wrote, taking out the outline again.
Surprisingly, she actually wrote like a god, just like she had help from another word. Looking at her outline’s twists and turns, she could imagine all kinds of exciting plots with a little thought in her head.
Su Jiaojiao took a deep breath and began to write.
And it was evident something had clearly changed.
The words that appeared on the screen also didn’t feel quite the same as the ones she had written before, similar in nature but significantly more advanced.
Her wording was simple and concise, yet still flowed well.
The more Su Jiaojiao wrote, the more astonished she became in her mind, yet her hands did not listen.
Her typing speed was good, and now that her brain could keep up, she wrote even faster. In just an hour, she had finished the chapter.
After a final check to make sure it was okay, she posted it.
Not long after, a whole bunch of readers commented: [Huh, it’s suddenly gotten better!]
Su Jiaojiao didn’t know what to say.
To be honest, it was a little scary. She wasn’t possessed by a ghost, was she?
She took out her mobile phone and started to cry as she called her mother, and as soon as the other party picked up, she shouted, “Mom, where are you? I’m going to look for you… no, it’s better if you come over. I’m so scared!!!”
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Song Qinghan thought he was going to die. He had lived a good life and came to terms with his death a long time ago. He had no regrets at all.
He did die. But the very next moment, he woke up in excruciating pain.
When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a hospital.
There were several people standing around him with concerned faces, and when they saw that he had woken up, they were overjoyed, “I was scared to death. Qinghan, don’t you ever scare your mother like that again, what’s so good about car racing?”
Sing Qinghan didn’t know how to react.
He kind of understood what that person meant, but also not really. He thought: What the hell is going on? I want to go back to my wife. Do I have to die again?
Song Qinghan tensed his face, and didn’t say anything. He silently looked at his current body; it was youthful, and looked just like him when he was young.
It was really strange. Was this what his wife had been talking about? Transmigration?
Seeing that he didn’t say anything, the middle-aged woman dropped her lecturing tone dishearteningly. She sighed and turned stern, “I have confiscated your car and I have your driving licence. When you are discharged from the hospital, you’ll be driven around by a chauffeur. Do you understand?”
Still no response, the man beside the middle-aged woman patted her shoulder and said comfortingly, “He has just woken up. Let him rest first.”
The man in the suit who was following the two was silent.
The middle-aged woman looked at the young man lying on the hospital bed, his head still wrapped in gauze, his handsome face cold and silent. His eyes seemed oddly different from before, but they still seemed the same. Holding on to the slightest hint of hope that her son had grown wiser after his near-death experience, she nodded and turned to go out.
After that, the room was quiet.
Song Qing Han lay on the bed. He inclined his head to look at the things on top of the bedside table, and thought to himself: Was there not a fruit knife?
He wanted to commit suicide after all, his daughter-in-law was dead and there was no point in living. [1]
[This is your previous life. Your obsession with your wife brought you back.] A voice that sounded like a five year old child suddenly appeared in his mind.
Song Qinghan’s heart skipped a beat in that instant.
The voice hurriedly said: [I’m the matchmaker system! The host lost her connection to me due to returning to her original world, so in order not to leave, I forcibly bound myself to you and followed you over here!]
Song Qinghan started to speak when the matchmaker system immediately said: [Just think in your mind, I can hear it.]
Song Qinghan asked, “Where is Jiaojiao?”
Although he and the matchmaker system couldn’t communicate until now, they had lived together for decades anyway. After knowing it was it, he wasn’t worried at all, and he went from thinking about ending it all to trying to find Su Jiaojiao.
The matchmaker system anticipated this.
The two lived a very carefree life in their old age and didn’t care about much except for each other.
[The host has returned to where she lived in her previous life.]
Where she lived in her previous life?
Song Qinghan remembered the address that Jiaojiao had told him a long time ago, even though there was no such place in his previous life.
The first thing he did was to lift the blanket and try to get up, but his entire body was in pain. Before he could stand up, he felt dizzy and he collapsed helplessly back onto the bed.
The pain is unbearable ……
The matchmaker system reminded him: [New host, your body damage level has reached forty percent. You can’t get up for the time being.]
[Oh.] Song Qing Han responded indifferently as he pondered how to contact his wife.
The matchmaker system wanted to break something. So the host’s husband was even more difficult to deal with than the host herself!
[You can go find the host after you recover from your injuries.] The matchmaker system said. But after seeing a hint of joy flash in Song Qinghan’s eyes, it quickly said: [But the host has lost her memory and doesn’t remember you. If you want her to regain her memory, you must purchase a magical pill.]
She’s…forgotten me?
Song Qing Han’s pupils shrank slightly. He clenched his fist somewhat nervously and asked, “How much does it cost?”
[When the host’s affection level reaches 100 points, you can buy the magic pill!]
[Good.]
The matchmaker system further enticed him by saying: [You can also use these points to purchase the magical spray. It can completely take care of all injuries.]
Song Qinghan’s eyes narrowed slightly as an idea appeared.
Armos D. Platypus: This spin-off seems to have an interesting premise, with Su Jiaojiao losing her memory. Although I think the author should’ve made this more obvious at the beginning.
[1] Neither the author nor the translator thinks suicide is a good idea. Please don’t do it.
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