My Wife Is The Final Boss

Walking up to Xu Chang’an, she leaned forward and whispered seriously in his ear, "Do I really have to say it out loud?"

Or should she beg him herself.

Thinking about it, Yun Qian pointed to the corner of her mouth, where some of the rouge had been inadvertently eaten by her.

"The rouge is still quite sweet," Yun Qian said. "Want to taste it?"

As Yun Qian spoke, the fire in the brazier burned brightly, making crackling sounds.

"Miss, you’ve won."

Xu Chang’an suddenly realized that the reason dreams were dreams was because they couldn’t compare to the real world.

"What’s there to win or lose."

"That’s right."

——

Celestial Bright Peak, the cool breeze blows across the clean bluestone path, not stirring a speck of dust.

Soon after, Yun Qian hugged a pair of pillows, looking sickly, as if recovering from a long illness.

"Go on, take care of your own business," Yun Qian yawned, obviously very tired.

"Go... where?" Xu Chang’an was quite helpless.

Though he said that, if he could leave Yun Qian alone at home to cultivate, he might as well stab himself.

This was the reason for his repeated patience.

Alright, let’s take care of Miss Yun then.

Cultivation matters would just have to be postponed for a day.

Though today was his last day off, there was no other way, fortunately, even when work resumed, it wouldn’t be too busy.

——

Yun Qian slept until almost noon and after lunch, knowing Xu Chang’an wasn’t planning to leave, she put forward a request.

At that moment.

Yun Qian sat on a soft floor couch, wearing a white and black water skirt, her outer sleeves embroidered with exquisite white flowers, adding a touch of noble cold elegance.

Xu Chang’an was lying in front of her, enjoying the lap pillow.

"Miss, I don’t need to sleep," Xu Chang’an was quite helpless.

"Rest for a while," Yun Qian insisted.

"... Got it." Xu Chang’an had no choice, closed his eyes, and after a while said, "If your legs go numb, don’t mind me, did you hear?"

The lap pillow would probably make her unable to stand in just a quarter hour.

"Sleep, less talk," Yun Qian frowned.

Xu Chang’an: "..."

He listened to Yun Qian and closed his eyes, planning just to lie down for a while before getting up.

Then...

He fell asleep.

Yun Qian blinked, lowered her head, her long hair cascading onto Xu Chang’an’s face, thinking she just wanted to see his peaceful sleeping face.

Xu Chang’an felt she had changed a lot, but then again, so had he.

——

Time passed, no one knew how many hours had gone by.

The Great Sun moved west.

The light of the warm sun took on a slight yellow hue.

Two braziers were lit in the room, making it quite warm.

Yun Qian looked at the sleeping Xu Chang’an on the floor couch.

The lap pillow she offered on a whim hadn’t lasted long, her legs went numb within a quarter hour, and so she let him rest his head on a pillow, sitting to the side, watching him all this time.

After all, she was obedient.

Yet, she didn’t know why, despite just having two eyes, a nose, and a mouth, she never seemed to get tired of looking at Xu Chang’an, unlike flowers which could become tiresome.

Was it because he was good-looking?

Yun Qian felt it wasn’t about that.

A while later.

Yun Qian noticed Xu Chang’an’s subtle expressions and thought it was about time.

Sure enough, shortly after Xu Chang’an slowly opened his eyes.

"What time is it?"

"It’s 3:00 PM."

"I’ll go make dinner." Xu Chang’an looked at the pillow beside him, surprised he had slept so long, his eye twitched uncontrollably.

How could he have just fallen asleep like that, how odd.

Thinking deeply, he figured it was the overly tender environment.

"I’m hungry too," Yun Qian nodded.

After a simple dinner, the sky outside had darkened.

"Are you leaving?" Yun Qian asked.

"Yes," Xu Chang’an replied.

Yun Qian rested her face on one hand, tilted her head, and looked at Xu Chang’an.

Spending the day with him naturally made her happy, yet she suddenly asked, "Did I interrupt your important work?"

"What’s important work?" Xu Chang’an countered.

"I don’t really know," Yun Qian thought, she had indeed been very happy today.

"The tender environment truly is dangerous," Xu Chang’an rubbed his forehead.

He had said yesterday he’d focus on cultivation.

Yet... the first day of the Open Source Realm was thus wasted.

Can’t blame Yun Qian, it was his lack of self-control.

Xu Chang’an took a deep breath, he couldn’t become a lazy person, nor could he let Yun Qian become a reason for his laziness; if this sort of thing happened a few more times... it would be unbearable.

Once he returned, he would focus on cultivation.

"Today made me really happy," Yun Qian came over, tied a sachet containing strands of their hair at Xu Chang’an’s waist, and escorted him to the door, saying, "Go on."

This time Xu Chang’an didn’t hesitate, after instructing Yun Qian on a few things, he turned and left.

"..."

Watching Xu Chang’an’s figure disappear, Yun Qian returned to the empty room, picked up the pair of pillows from the floor, and sat in front of the dressing table.

She put away the rouge box on the table, thinking that makeup didn’t really make a difference in making Xu Chang’an like her more.

The book said, if external beauty fails, one must strive to improve internally.

Therefore, she tried playing the role of a gentle and virtuous wife in the afternoon, offering Xu Chang’an the lap pillow, which proved ineffective, disrupting his important work instead.

Yun Qian didn’t want to become a stumbling block before her husband, knowing that stumbling blocks are eventually kicked aside.

She blinked.

That’s not it.

The term "stumbling block" sounded unpleasant; "fatal beauty" seemed more fitting for her.

He cared greatly about cultivation, if she cultivated diligently, he should be delighted.

However, cultivation needs techniques, which she didn’t currently possess nor did she know her talent, so...

She should get some sleep now, having watched him all afternoon was actually quite tiring.

——

Xu Chang’an walked along the path on Celestial Bright Peak, glanced back, an expression of helplessness on his face.

Yun Qian would sometimes learn odd things, and thus the sudden lap pillow wasn’t surprising, however...

All his plans for today had been disrupted, which was also true.

Just as he was thinking, Xu Chang’an noticed a middle-aged woman approaching and suddenly paused.

Beneath the setting sun, the shadows of him and the woman in front extended greatly.

"..."

"Tsk."

Steward Qin looked at the young man before her, her gaze passing over the elegant sachet at his waist.

"Came in the morning, now only leaving," Steward Qin said with a sigh, "You take my words as if they were wind in your ears."

"Senior..." Xu Chang’an showed a slightly embarrassed look.

What surprised Xu Chang’an was that Steward Qin scanned him from head to toe and then asked, "Did you open the source?"

The young man before her had become much more handsome overnight, at first, she thought it was because Xu Chang’an had been spending time with his wife, making him appear relaxed and refreshed.

Upon closer inspection, she sensed something was amiss.

Xu Chang’an nodded, explaining his successful opening of the source to Steward Qin.

"In just one night’s time, it seems that as long as you want to achieve something, you can," Steward Qin gave Xu Chang’an a gentle smile, walked over, and patted his shoulder, "Well done."

She understood why Zhu Pingniang wanted Xu Chang’an to bring his wife up the mountain, regardless of the process, the result was good.

"I clearly don’t quite understand Mu Yu Peak’s method of cultivation... perhaps tenderness is beneficial for you, thus it might not be considered indulging,"

Steward Qin thought for a moment and said, "Xu Neizhi, previously what I said to you, you can consider as wind in your ears, come whenever you want to see your wife."

Xu Chang’an: "..."