Something's Wrong With My Wife

Chapter 92 - 92: Is Your Wife Waiting for You at Home Again?

Chapter 92: Is Your Wife Waiting for You at Home Again?

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

In the room.

The candles flickered and it was silent.

Bai Ling ran in and said in surprise, “Oh, Chanchan, why did you leave the bed?

Weren’t you lying on the bed just now?”

Luo Qingzhou followed her to the door and looked inside.

The cold girl was wearing a light green dress. She had her arms crossed in front of her chest and was holding a sword in her arms. She was standing motionless in front of the window.

The window was open and the cold wind was blowing.

The young woman’s long hair was slightly disheveled, and her beautiful tace was icy cold. She seemed to be deep in thought as she looked at the falling snow outside the window.

Bai Ling hurriedly went over to close the window and held her hand. “You idiot.

Your stomach hurts, so you shouldn’t be standing in the cold wind like this! Quickly go back to bed and lie down. By the way, how did you put on your clothes so quickly? I thought you were sleeping in the nude earlier. I was even prepared to let Sir come in… Um… Sir is here to visit you.”

Xia Chan glared at her.

Bai Ling quickly turned to look at the door. “Sir, I’m not lying to you. Chanchan really likes to sleep naked. If you don’t believe me, come and take a look. Chanchan hasn’t even put on her undergarments, it’s empty inside…’

“Hmph!”

Xia Chan snorted coldly, she turned around and looked at the door with a cold expression.

Luo Qingzhou did not dare to go in, nor did he dare to look. He lowered his head at the door and cupped his hands. “First Young Miss asked me to come and see you, Miss Xia Chan. If you are not feeling well, it’s best if you lie on the bed… Well, and make sure to drink more warm water.” Bai Ling chuckled. “Sir, can’t you say something else?”

Luo Qingzhou paused and said, “Rest more.”

Bai Ling could not help but laugh. After laughing for a while, she blinked playfully at the girl beside her. “Chanchan, Sir is not like this in front of me. He is so good at talking, he always comes up with jokes to make me happy.”

Luo Qingzhou could not be bothered with her. He cupped his hands and said, “Since you’re fine, I will take my leave. Have a good rest.”

With that, he left and closed the door for them.

He ought to hurry back and cultivate his soul.

Not long after he left, Xia Chan frowned and placed a hand on her tummy. A look of pain appeared on her face.

Bai Ling hurriedly helped her to the bed and covered her with the blanket. She could not help but berate, “You stupid girl! If you continue to pretend like this, you’ll regret it.”

Xia Chan lay under the blanket and did not speak, only revealing her pale face. Her pitch-black eyes stared blankly at the curtain above, her hand still holding her sword tightly.

Bai Ling sat down on the edge of the bed and reached into her blanket. She gently rubbed her stomach and said, “Why don’t I call Sir back to help you rub your stomach?”

Xia Chan was still looking up in a daze, and she did not speak.

Bai Ling could not help but sigh. “Are all beggars so stubborn? When Young

Miss and I met you back then, you were even worse than Dongdong and Xixi. You didn’t even know how to beg for food or dig for food in the trash. Perhaps it’s not that you don’t know how to, but you would rather starve to death than be humiliated. Or perhaps you wanted to die at that time. I remember that you were only 12 years old at that time, right?”

“That’s why I asked you to go and see Sir in advance before the wedding. Then when you saw that pair of little beggars, you sympathized with them, right?”

“Then you saw Sir sending steamed buns to them every day and chatting with them. Moreover, he’s so handsome, so…’

Xia Chan suddenly looked at her and said coldly, “You are so long-winded.”

Bai Ling’s eyes lit up and she chuckled. “Chanchan, you are finally not going to only say one word?”

Then, she frowned and said in confusion, “Tonight is really strange. Miss suddenly spoke, and you suddenly said three words. No, it seems to be five words… ‘You are really long-winded…’ Eh, I think it’s still three words…” Xia Chan ignored her and continued to stare at the ceiling in a daze.

Bai Ling counted with her fingers seriously. “One, two, three, five…”

After a while, she suddenly sighed. “Chanchan, you have good taste… I regret it.

Is it too late?”

Xia Chan turned around, her back facing her.

“Sigh…”

Bai Ling glanced at her and sighed again. She stretched out her slender fingers and touched her lips. “It’s really vexing. Sir always likes to kiss me and hug my waist. How can I stop him? It’s so vexing…”

Luo Qingzhou returned to the house. After reminding Xiao Die, he closed the door and his soul came out of his body.

After practicing Thunder Fist in his room for an hour, he floated out of the window.

Although it was very dangerous outside and he had almost died twice in a row, if he wanted to strengthen his soul, he had to continue going out to accept the test and tempering of the night.

Otherwise, if he kept hiding in the house, he could only remain in the Night

Travel state forever.

Last night, he heard that powerful soul mention longevity.

To be honest, he had never thought of something so distant and illusory before, but now, he had a little hope.

Perhaps it was really as the book said.

When the soul was cultivated to a certain extent, it could be undying and immortal.

At that time, it would naturally be another world.

Be it mortals or cultivators, be it peddlers or high and mighty monarchs, who did not dream of having longevity?

Luo Qingzhou floated into the air. His body was enveloped in fluorescent light as he carefully floated toward Mandarin Duck Restaurant.

He suddenly remembered that with this mask on his face, his soul could emit a warm fluorescent shield to protect his soul.

What if he wore it with his physical body?

He decided to give it a try tomorrow during the day and see if there would be any other effects if his body wore this magical mask.

Nothing eventful happened on his way to the Mandarin Duck Restaurant.

When he was 100 meters away from Mandarin Duck Restaurant, he stopped and did not dare to approach it rashly. He looked at the top of the pavilion.

On the eaves last night, the figure that was emitting a moon-white glow was still standing there. Her clothes fluttered as if she had never left since last night.

The red bead embedded at the top of the pavilion was still. There was nothing unusual about it.

As Luo Qingzhou slowly approached, he cupped his hands and said, “Senior…”

A handkerchief suddenly floated out of the moonlight and landed on the red bead, completely covering it.

Only then did Luo Qingzhou heave a sigh of relief. He quickly floated over and stood behind the pale figure. He said respectfully, “Thank you, Senior. You’ve been here for a long time, right?”

The moon-white figure looked into the distance quietly and did not reply.

Luo Qingzhou stood there for a while. Just as he was wondering if he should continue talking or tell the story, the pale figure finally said, “There should be more of the story from last night, right? Did you miss something?”

Luo Qingzhou was stunned, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

“Senior, how did you know that there are more details that I haven’t said?”

Last night, he had indeed simplified “Journey to the West”. He merely told the main story. He did not intend to tell it word by word. He did not expect this person to know that there was more the first time she heard it.

The moon-white figure was silent for a moment before saying in an ethereal voice, “I thought about it many times last night. I keep feeling that you missed something. It should be the background.”

Luo Qingzhou could not help but feel impressed. “There’s indeed a background that hasn’t been explained. I just felt that the first part was a little complicated, so I simplified it.”

The moon-white figure turned her head slightly as if she were looking at him. “Complicated?”

After a pause, she said, “Retell the story, but leave nothing out this time.”

Luo Qingzhou was stunned. He felt that her tone seemed to have suddenly become a little solemn. He was puzzled, but he did not think too much about it. He immediately said respectfully, “Yes.”

“There is a poem. The divine root conceives and the spring breaks forth. As the heart’s nature is cultivated, the great way arises. Before chaos was divided, Heaven and Earth were one. All was a shapeless blur, and no man had appeared. Ever since Pangu broke through the Primordial Chaos, the separation of good and bad began. Living things have always tended toward humanity; from their creation, all beings improve. If you want to know about creation and time, you have to read difficulties resolved on the Journey to the

West…”

As soon as he read the poem, the moon-white figure that was looking at the darkness in the distance suddenly moved. She retracted her gaze and held her breath.

“In the arithmetic of the universe, 129,600 years make one cycle. Each cycle can be divided into 12 branches. The 12 branches are Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen, Si, Wu, Wei, Shen, You, Xu, and Hai…”

Luo Qingzhou had just finished speaking when the pale figure suddenly said,

“Stop for a moment. Tell me again and start from the beginning.”

Luo Qingzhou looked at her strangely and did not dare to say anything else. He continued to talk.

Two hours later.

The moon-white figure’s expression was solemn. She said in an ethereal voice again, “I watch chess games, my ax handles rotted. I chop at wood, chop chop the sound. I walk slowly by the cloud’s fringe at the valley’s entrance. Selling my firewood to buy some wine, I am happy and laugh without restraint. When the path is frosted in autumn’s height, I face the moon, my pillow the pine root. Sleeping till dawn… Can you start again from the top? I appreciate your hard work.”

Luo Qingzhou glanced at her again and could only endure it and start from the beginning again. He was secretly puzzled. Did she think that this story was good and wanted to memorize it? But with her current strength, she should be able to memorize it after listening to it once, right? Could it be that there was something else in these words that she could not memorize?

The book said that there were secret techniques in the world that could only be taught by mouth and not by writing.

Some secret techniques contained a certain mysterious power. One could only impart it verbally while cultivating it. They could not memorize it.

That should not be the case.

This was just a mythical fantasy story.

Another two hours later.

It was almost dawn.

Luo Qingzhou did not dare to stay any longer. He could only cup his hands and apologize, “Senior, it’s getting late. I should go back.”

The moon-white figure did not seem to hear him. She frowned slightly and muttered softly, her eyes flickering with a strange light.

Luo Qingzhou could only repeat his words respectfully.

Only then did the moon-white figure come back to her senses. She turned around and looked at her. After a moment of silence, she muttered, “Is your wife waiting for you at home again?”

Luo Qingzhou lowered his head and said, “Yes.”

The moon-white figure looked at him for a moment and nodded slightly. “Go. Come early tomorrow night.”

“Yes, Senior.”

Luo Qingzhou’s heart skipped a beat. He turned around and floated up, quickly leaving.

Come early tomorrow night?

It seemed that this senior was very interested in his story.

In that case, he might have a chance to receive some guidance.

Any guidance from a soul expert would probably benefit him greatly.

The moon-white figure watched as his figure gradually disappeared into the night. She stood on the eaves for a long time before her figure flashed and disappeared.

At the same time.

In a dilapidated mansion not far from the Chengguo Residence.

In a room in the backyard.

The candlelight was scarlet red, and the cigarette smoke curled up.

An old woman wearing a round hat and a flowery robe was sitting cross-legged in front of a row of candles and performing a ritual with her eyes closed. A middle-aged man stood in the shadows behind her, holding his breath.

Not long after, the candlelight in the room suddenly flickered.

Then, two black shadows that were difficult to see with the naked eye suddenly floated up from the ground, passed through the window, and floated out. Soon, they disappeared into the snow outside.

“Butler Wang, don’t worry.. That kid will die tonight!”