Sorry, My Wife Has a Hole in Her Brain Chapter 3 Part 1

It was unwise to fight with the Mary Sue protagonist in a Mary Sue novel, so the most urgent thing for her was to figure out whether she could do whatever she wanted in this world. In other words, whether there were really none of those crappy systems and tasks.

She lowered her voice slyly and said to the empty room: "System? System? System, are you there?"

The only response she got was an awkward silence...

Was there really no system, or was whispering faintly useless?

Su Wenqing coughed twice to clear her throat and shouted, "System! Is there a system?"

The two maids outside the door trembled with fear. The maid on the left turned around and wanted to knock on the door, but before she could say the word "Third" out of the phrase “Third Miss”, the maid on the right covered her mouth and stopped her.

"Hush - have you forgotten the old lady's instructions? No matter what the Third Miss does, we must not behave abnormally in front of her. People who are half crazy cannot stand being provoked."

Su Wenqing didn't know how much panic her active survival behavior had caused to the maids outside. The lack of a system response made her secretly happy. In this way, could she rely on the golden finger of understanding the plot and the excellent modern socialist core values to be the most obedient salted fish here? Eat and drink for free until the end of her life?

She patted her stiff face, trying to calm her overheated brain due to excessive excitement. If there was no system and no mission, why did she suddenly lose control of her body? Was it because a certain sentence triggered this setting, or was it because her body was not used to it after just entering here?

As an outstanding successor of the socialist ideology, Su Wenqing has implemented the idea that "practice is the sole criterion for testing truth" since she was a child. She rolled up her sleeves and got to work. She went over the scene in her mind, played four roles, and recreated the scene in the empty room with passion and voice.

She sat on a wooden chair nearby and lowered her voice, "This son knows you care about Wenqing, but we have to ask for clarification. What if we wrongly accuse Jinsheng?"

After she finished speaking, she immediately stood up and sat back on the bed, pointing at the empty wooden chair with trembling fingers, and shouted angrily: "Wenqing is a kind-hearted child who doesn't want to make a big deal out of things. Can't you see that as a father?"

"Wenqing..." She hugged herself with her hands, her voice full of affection and concern: "Tell Grandma the truth, was it Su Jinsheng who pushed you?"

...

The maids outside the door felt sad. They looked up at the bright moon in despair. What should they do if they have to follow a crazy master? They were afraid that they would become crazy too one day...

Su Wenqing went through the four-person scene from beginning to end, and finally discovered that she was still herself, a real and positive little fairy.

So it was really because I hadn’t adapted well after coming here? This setting was really amazing!

Without a system and without a task, it seemed that the only thing left now is to plan a feasible way to curry favor with others.

There were countless thighs in this book, and the important male characters will be taken into Su Jinsheng's harem later. For a straight woman who had been single since birth to compete for men with a Mary Sue, who omitted her own pheromones, this was the cruelest request she had seen in her more than 20 years of life...

*In Chinese novels, hugging someone’s thigh means currying for favor to freeride on the skills or authority of that person.

Therefore, the safest way at the moment is to hold on tightly to Su Jinsheng’s big thigh.

Based on Su Jinsheng's personality, Su Wenqing quickly planned three ways to make amends for herself. The first was to let Su Jinsheng know that she had changed her ways and planned to turn over a new leaf. The second was to send warm sympathy to Su Jinsheng, who was currently isolated and helpless in the Su Mansion, and slowly repair the precarious sisterly relationship. The third was to use her golden finger that knew the complete plot to help Su Jinsheng successfully ascend to the empress throne.

In the original novel, although Su Jinsheng held grudges, she remembered favors even more. She treated her enemies in the same way they treated her and repaid her benefactors with a thousandfold gratitude. So, judging from Su Jinsheng’s character, these three paths were very feasible.

When Su Jinsheng became an empress in the future, would she be able to use her status as the empress' sister to walk around in Anjing City like a tyrant? At that time, she would ride in a luxurious carriage pulled by four horses and ask the yamen to arrest anyone she disliked and beat them with a stick...

Could she even keep a few male pets?

Wenqing hid under the quilt and laughed secretly, she was so happy that she wanted to roll around.

"Third Miss." The maid's voice came from outside the door.

Su Wenqing cleared her throat and sat up from the bed, "What's the matter?"

The door was gently pushed open, and a little maid in a light green cross-collared silk gown walked in. "Miss, you haven't had dinner yet. The kitchen has made your favorite crispy candy cake. Would you like me to bring it to you?"

Su Wenqing looked at the little maid a few times, "Where are the two bed gods just now, no, the two sisters who were guarding my bedside?"

Cuidie was stunned. "Miss, are you talking about the two sisters outside the door? They are the old lady’s maids. Miss fell into the water and was frightened. The old lady was worried that we were not taking good care of you, so she specially sent them to take care of you."

Su Wenqing nodded, "Who are you?"

Cuidie's expression switched back and forth between surprise and sadness. "Miss, what happened? I have been serving you since I was a child. Don't you even remember me?"

Cuidie's looked so heartbroken and full of accusation that Su Wenqing felt like a scumbag. She quickly flipped through the names of the supporting characters in the book in her mind, "How could it be? I was just kidding! You are Cuihua! We grew up together, how could I not remember you?"

“Cuihua.” Hearing that, the expression on her face was as if she had overturned a soy sauce. She bit her lip and said aggrievedly, "Miss, my name is Cuidie."

......Su Wenqing experienced the sadness of dying before achieving the final victory. She smiled awkwardly and tried to make amends: "You looked so sad when you came in. I was just trying to cheer you up."

Cuidie looked at Su Wenqing with her big watery eyes. Her innocent look made people feel that if you lied to her, you would be a scumbag. "Really?"

Su Wenqing abandoned her conscience in an instant. He was a scum, so what? She smiled in the tone of a human trafficker who sells underage girls, "Of course it's true. Would I lie to you?"

Cuidie showed a relieved smile on her face and patted her chest, "Miss, you scared me to death."

Su Wenqing smiled.

Cuidie: "Let me bring the crispy sugar cakes over, miss!"

Su Wenqing hurriedly grabbed Cuidie who was about to run away. Why would she eat when her life was about to be lost!

"I don't have an appetite at the moment. Please find me a food box and bring it here."

Cuidie was puzzled: "Miss, if you want to eat them later, just ask me to bring them later. Why do you need a food box?"

Su Wenqing's skill of snatching men had not been activated, but as a woman, her skill of teasing young girls had already reached the maximum level. She pinched Cuidie's face and gave a teasing smirk: "What? You don't listen to me?"

Cuidie's face suddenly turned red as if blood might drip out. She said, "I'll go right away," and ran out shyly, covering her face.

Su Wenqing laughed happily behind her.

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