My Wife Is The Final Boss

Why is his usually aloof wife suddenly so interested in this hair-bonding ceremony? He of course knew.

Xu Chang’an’s gaze drifted across the cloud embroidery on the sachet, thinking that if this beauty were Yun Qian, he would be most delighted to enjoy her affections.

"Alright, I’ll carry it with me."

"Now... do you want me to cut my hair?" Yun Qian asked.

Xu Chang’an looked at Yun Qian’s near-perfect long hair and said, "Just a little bit from the side will do... Let me do it."

"I’ll do it myself."

The "Old Buddha Lady Yun," who always needed serving during meals, baths, and dressing, now rejected Xu Chang’an’s help.

"Give me the knife," Yun Qian said, unquestioningly.

"Alright," Xu Chang’an said helplessly, pointing the tip of the knife toward his heart and placing the wooden handle in Yun Qian’s hand, then worriedly supporting her wrist.

"This knife is quite heavy," Yun Qian said.

"Brought from the island, used it to cook for the lady all these years... never saw the blade dull," Xu Chang’an squinted his eyes, "If it weren’t devoid of Spiritual Qi, I’d suspect it’s some kind of magical artifact."

"I don’t understand knives," Yun Qian said.

"Actually, scissors would be more suitable," Xu Chang’an gazed at the shiny knife tip, laughing, "But this knife has witnessed me and the lady all these years, so it can be called a wedding knife."

This is what Xu Chang’an meant by a sense of ritual.

"Wedding what Dao?" Yun Qian gripped the knife handle, glanced down at her body.

In this world, the fastest way to achieve enlightenment might be to kill her with a slash.

In other words, for Xu Chang’an, killing his wife to achieve enlightenment really exists.

"Heavenly Dao," Xu Chang’an casually said a line, then carefully supported Yun Qian’s hand, gently slicing off a lock of black hair from her neck side.

After cutting it, Xu Chang’an immediately snatched the knife from Yun Qian’s hand and threw it into the kitchen.

"Is this enough?" Yun Qian looked at the tabletop with her and Xu Chang’an’s hair, asking.

"Next, I’ll tie our hair together, make a knot, and place it in the sachet," Xu Chang’an explained simply.

"Use this," Yun Qian untied the red string from her head, letting her dark hair cascade down.

"No problem."

Then, Xu Chang’an sat at the table, placing the strands in his palm, focusing intently.

The girl’s hair is also called sentiments, and holding it naturally made him become serious.

"..." Yun Qian sat opposite Xu Chang’an, watching his face for a while, then slowly got up and returned to her boudoir, opening the wardrobe.

Her fingers grazed a thin garment in the wardrobe, tracing a line along the side seam, feeling the exquisite material, her expression calm, thoughts unknown.

Indeed, having breakfast is very necessary. The porridge Xu Chang’an made replenished her Qi and blood, giving her strength.

She simply washed her face clean.

Sat at the dressing table, took out her makeup box.

No one taught Yun Qian how to do makeup, but when she bought the rouge box, there were instructions inside, she tried a few times herself, so she wouldn’t make herself look overly exaggerated.

Previously used rouge paper, the color wasn’t good-looking, so this time Yun Qian picked up a small box of lip balm, wiped away the water droplets on her face.

Lip balm is a type of rouge, but not focusing on color. It’s a red balm to prevent lips from cracking in the cold winter, as the weather is unpredictably cold and damp, but it can also serve as rouge.

Watching the woman in the mirror, Yun Qian dipped a cotton swab in some light red rouge, slightly opened her mouth, applied it and felt it wasn’t suitable, discarding the cotton swab.

Using cotton swabs is ultimately inconvenient.

She leisurely extended her scallion-like fingers to pick some bright red, then evenly applied it on her lips, enhancing their color. She pursed her lips, thinking the rouge was sweet.

Because of the unique components, the color wasn’t as enviably vivid as ordinary lip balms, but once applied, the lips became lustrous, moist, fresh, slightly enhanced, giving more dimension.

After applying lip balm, Yun Qian once again picked up the eyebrow pencil.

——

After a while, Xu Chang’an looked at the exquisite hair bond on the table, not rushing to place it in the sachet, but picking it up together.

"Miss?" Xu Chang’an called softly.

Yun Qian ignored him.

Xu Chang’an found it odd, pushed open Yun Qian’s room door, then paused his steps.

"..."

Did she do her makeup?

Yun Qian had a great base, so just lightly brushing her brow, with some powder, made her transform entirely.

Because she rarely blushed, she even applied some blush, creating a slightly shy look that gave Xu Chang’an a fresh feeling.

But upon seeing Yun Qian’s indifferent eyes, Xu Chang’an sighed.

"This is the hair bond, Miss, have a look." Xu Chang’an handed over the sachet and hair.

Yun Qian took the sachet, nodded gently, then without speaking, just stared at Xu Chang’an.

Xu Chang’an: "..."

Fine.

Ask then.

"Did Miss do her makeup?"

"Hmm," Yun Qian nodded, asked, "How is it?"

An unmade-up girl has a kind of simple beauty, like green smoke rain days, giving a very comfortable feeling. Maybe you don’t notice anything at first, but unintentionally, you’ll perceive that beauty in the smoke rain.

With a hint of makeup, Yun Qian’s facial features become more distinct, giving a stunning first impression.

"Very beautiful," Xu Chang’an thought, "Even without makeup, it’s beautiful, the feeling is different."

"Which do you prefer?" Yun Qian asked.

"I like both, of course," Xu Chang’an thought he was telling the truth, then curiously asked, "So... Miss, why did you suddenly decide to do makeup, wasn’t I looking like I had makeup on?"

Xu Chang’an recalled what the senior sister at Muyu Peak told him.

"What does it have to do with you? I just wanted to let you see," Yun Qian said, then placed the hair bond into the sachet, stood and sat on the couch, saying, "I’m very happy."

Yun Qian felt today was worth celebrating and remembering. After all, the hair-bonded couple deepened their bond, which deepened her tie with Xu Chang’an.

"Very happy... so what?" Xu Chang’an looked at the sachet on the dressing table.

"I’m a bit tired... no, I have energy now," Yun Qian patted the mattress, "Come rest with me a while."

"We agreed not to rush about children," Xu Chang’an took a slight step back, remembering Steward Qin’s words again.

"..."

This step made Yun Qian’s brows furrow involuntarily.

"It has nothing to do with children, I’m just in a great mood today," Yun Qian said, pointing to her face, "I even did my makeup."

She adorned herself for the one who pleased her, hoping her husband wouldn’t fail to appreciate it.

—— ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

These past two days I’ve been feeling a bit unwell, writing very slowly.