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“Hahaha, in the past, it was Xing'er who was too reckless. If she wasn't a bit stronger, I wouldn't have been able to handle her! When she was just born, her mother and I had someone take a look at her. That person said that Xing'er wouldn't gain wisdom until she got married. Before that, she would act recklessly without considering the consequences, which would lead to trouble. It was said that only after she married a child who was orphaned and had poor family ties could this be resolved. Before Xing'er's mother passed away, she instructed me to keep a close eye on Xing'er. So, when I happened to run into you that day, cough cough... you looked quite good too, so I did everything I could to bring you here—uh, I mean invite you in,” the father said cheerfully while patting Liu Wenxing on the shoulder.
Seeing that Liu Wenxing still looked confused, I continued, “Because of this situation, before going to the village, I left a letter for my father. He has been keeping an eye on us secretly. Last time at the teahouse, I knew those two families wanted to see what my relationship with my father was like now. They were looking for a way to use me to distract my father from his business matters. But after leaving the teahouse, I had someone send a message to my father. A few days ago, he called us back because those two families were planning something. They wanted to use us to manipulate my father. For safety's sake, my father and I pretended everything was fine to avoid alarming them.”
After hearing what I said, Liu Wenxing stared at me with wide eyes, glancing between me and my father.
“Alright then, you two lovebirds can have your fun. I suppose I can enjoy some peace now, haha.”
Liu Wenxing and I quickly stood up to see off my father.
Once back in the room, Liu Wenxing jumped on top of me and pinned me down.
“Wife, you kept this from me! You don’t trust me; do you think I'm stupid or just a nuisance?”
Hearing this familiar tone and feeling the familiar atmosphere as the sky outside gradually darkened made me think that dinner should probably be changed to a late-night snack. Watching him mumble while tugging at my belt made me decide to keep quiet.
Looking at the account books in front of me, it seemed like my father had somehow opened up his channels of understanding. The next day, he left with the butler and the account books, saying he would be out for a month of fun and that I should learn from the butler in the meantime.
Sigh! I didn’t want to study; I just wanted to be lazy.
“Wife, what kind of flowers do you think we should plant here?” Yes, my husband had transformed into a clingy little sheep again and was suddenly interested in gardening once more.
"You can plant any flowers you want; I like them all." I kept my eyes on the ledger without looking up.
"Then I want to plant flowers for you for a lifetime." Listening to him mumble to himself again, I kicked the cat by my feet.
"Xiao Jin, how many fish treats have you eaten to get so fat? You won't break this body-changing prop, will you?"
"The host won't. Once your time in this world is over, I'll store this prop in the system space, and it can be used in the next world. Hehe, thank you, host! You really love me and are willing to let me use your points."
"No need to thank me; as long as you're happy, that's enough. After all, I'm going to stay in this world for decades and can't do any tasks. It would be boring for you alone."
"Meow meow, host, doesn't Liu Wenxing like to paint? Why did he refuse their invitation to paint Second Rank of the Jade Pavilion?"
"Oh, that? He said he only wants to be my exclusive custom painter."
With my daily companionship, My Husband began to change.
No longer anxious like he was right after our wedding, he started actively seeking the butler's guidance on business matters. He said he didn't want me to struggle so much. I returned to my lazy days, enjoying food and drink without a care in the world.
If only he didn't keep me so close while practicing his calligraphy!
Sigh! There's no helping it—sweet troubles.
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