My Wife Is No Saint - Chapter 2

As soon as Jiang Yuan left, 1.32 million yuan suddenly appeared in my bank account.

I was surprised.

What a coincidence.

That was exactly how much Chen Jinsheng had secretly given Jiang Yuan.

“Why did you suddenly transfer money to me?” I asked.

Beside me, Chen Jinsheng looked as if he had just confirmed something unbelievable.

His expression was awful.

“I hid some spending money from you before. I’ve seen the light now, so I’m turning all of it over to my esteemed wifey.”

“Don’t worry. Just take it.”

It was clearly still the same face.

But the guilty expression on it now was a delight to savor.

I nodded and accepted the money.

I didn’t know why he had become a completely different person.

But this was good.

Regret was written all over Chen Jinsheng’s face. He pressed his lips together and stammered, then abruptly claimed his head hurt and walked away with the arm and leg on the same side moving together.

I watched his retreating back.

After a moment’s silence, I picked up my phone and messaged the employees at his studio.

I told them they all had two days of paid leave.

With him like this, I genuinely couldn’t rest easy.

That evening, a freshly showered Chen Jinsheng stood outside my door, aggrieved as he urged me, “Wifey, you should get some rest.”

“Tomorrow may be the weekend, but it’s already eleven thirty. You still shouldn’t stay up too late.”

This was the fifth time he’d told me to rest.

I paused, then quickly typed into my computer: “After losing his memory, the subject continues to observe a strict sense of time and displays abnormal stubbornness. Specific manifestation: despite his wife’s repeated corrections, he refuses to change how he addresses her.”

He had no objection to the fact that we’d previously slept in separate rooms.

This time, however, he was adamant about sleeping in the same room as me.

With a solemn expression, he said, “The things that happened before were done by my body. Although I’ve lost my memory, I have a duty to take responsibility for my previous actions and reflect on them.”

“There’s a problem with our relationship.”

“I’d like to ask you for a chance. Please don’t look at me through the lens of who I was before.”

Chen Jinsheng chose his words carefully.

“Um… perhaps you could think of the current me as a brand-new person.”

I hummed in assent.

The instant my attitude softened, his face lit up. He turned around and enthusiastically began making a bed on the floor.

When I asked why he wasn’t sleeping in the bed with me, he answered earnestly, “You didn’t agree to that. I’m already very satisfied that you let me stay in the same room.”

It was a subtle, strange feeling.

Once his floor bed was ready, Chen Jinsheng lay down ramrod-straight. His voice came from below.

“Good night, Wifey.”

The bedside lamp went out, and the corner of my blanket was tucked around me.

But…

Chen Jinsheng had made his bed on my right. He hadn’t gotten up.

After a long moment…

My eyes flew open. Something was wrong!

After Chen Jinsheng said good night, the room fell quiet.

Then my phone on the nightstand vibrated. The monitoring software alerted me that the subject had anonymously posted a request for help on a social media app.

I opened it.

The title blazed across the screen: *I Instinctively Used a Tentacle to Tuck My Wife In. Have I Exposed Myself?*

Hello, everyone. I’m not human.

More than having my identity exposed, I’m afraid my wife will discover I’m an impostor.

If my wife asks me about it, how should I answer without lying?

The comments quickly became lively as a horde of thirsty fiction readers poured in.

First comment: What kind of new account-building stunt is this? Are you cosplaying Cthulhu?

The original poster replied almost at once:

I don’t know what Cthulhu is, but I just looked it up. My true form doesn’t look like that.

Also, I’m asking for help. Could you answer my question first?

Second comment: So the OP means… your true form has tentacles? Sounds delicious!

Third comment: Some people find tentacles gross and can’t handle them. But I’m different. I love reading about little tentacles clinging all over someone, all sticky and tangled… Does anyone know a story like that? Recommendations, please!

Fourth comment: Some of you in these comments are disgusting. What’s so great about thick, greasy, fishy tentacles? Anyone who reads that stuff must have pica. You people will swallow anything.

After careful selection, the OP chose that negative comment to answer.

No, no. My tentacles aren’t heavy or clumsy. They’re agile, soft, and very responsive.

They do produce mucus for a period of time, but it doesn’t have the fishy smell you described.

At the end, he added: They’re very clean.

The comment section went completely insane.

Does anyone else understand the appeal of tentacles getting curious and slipping in through someone’s collar and sleeves?

The OP says there’s mucus too. Wouldn’t they be all slick and sticky, smearing and rumpling his wife’s nice clean clothes?

The instant that comment appeared, it was followed by a long procession of people declaring it shockingly delectable.

I silently tapped Report.

The OP tried to awaken the commenters’ consciences.

I would never do something like that without my wife’s permission—especially when I’m currently using her fiancé’s body!

Please calm down.

It had almost no effect.

Finally, someone could no longer stand it and offered advice beneath the post: What’s so hard about this? If she doesn’t ask, don’t tell her. If she asks, act surprised.

There’s no evidence and she didn’t catch you in the act. Just play dumb.

The OP was instantly enlightened.

He replied at once: Thank you, kind and benevolent Earthling.

The other person: …

After a long pause, the kind and benevolent Earthling who had answered his question asked curiously: OP, are you still there? Show us the tentacles.

The OP replied right away: I’m here, but now you’re being rude. My tentacles aren’t for outsiders to see.

After reading the entire post, I tipped my head back and stared at the ceiling.

For a long while, I couldn’t recover.

So the truth behind his complete personality change after “losing his memory” was…

My fiancé had been replaced by a nonhuman being?

And at this very moment, the creature was sleeping on the floor in the same room as me.

I put down my phone. I needed to go splash some water on my face and calm down.

The moment I stood, Chen Jinsheng hurriedly asked, “Wifey, where are you going?”