My Wife Is The Final Boss

Chapter 615 - 0358 Unable to Drive Out Inner Weakness (Two-in-One)_2

He seemed to smile self-deprecatingly, feeling the aura of his young lady, with his heart wavering fiercely, and said.

"Miss."

"Hmm?"

"What are you doing."

Yun Qian, hearing this, her closed eyelashes fluttered, thinking to herself that because her husband wasn’t bullying someone, she was quite disappointed.

So the young lady seriously said, "I’m sleepy again."

Xu Chang’an: "..."

Sleepy?

He subconsciously looked at the place where Yun Qian seriously applied lip rouge, his heart feeling as if it was being poured over with the sugar glaze used for making candied fruits, mischievously skipping a beat.

"You know I’m a lustful person, so don’t do this." Xu Chang’an was very helpless.

Speaking of being sleepy.

Could it be wanting... a kiss.

Miss Yun had an expression like she wanted to be bullied, anyone would find it hard to resist.

Yun Qian thought for a moment, then nodded: "It’s true, you like tasting my rouge, but since we’re going out now, it’s inconvenient."

So she opened her eyes, and the watery waves in her eyes gradually dissipated.

Xu Chang’an: "..."

What kind of words were these coming from Miss Yun’s mouth, how did he become someone who likes to eat rouge.

Like Jia Baoyu?

"I’m different." Xu Chang’an hugged Yun Qian’s waist: "My own young lady, whatever she does is only natural."

"Hmm."

Yun Qian responded, thinking that her husband was a normally restrained and gentle person, his voice always firm, yet now it carried a hint of exhaustion.

Perhaps, he was a bit tired too.

Really needed her healing.

Yes, no matter when, he had always said he didn’t want to see the scenery alone, thus needing her presence.

"Why the unhappiness?" Miss Yun calmly asked.

Upon hearing this, Xu Chang’an’s gaze gradually cleared.

"Because I can’t bear to let you go to others."

"Eh?" Yun Qian was taken aback, not knowing what he was talking about.

"Miss, tell me, while I want you to make new friends, I also hope I’m the only one who can see your beauty... Am I not vile?" Xu Chang’an sighed.

Probably, Miss Yun wasn’t the jealous type, but he was?

He didn’t know if that was being petty.

"I don’t know, but things like this have always been decided by you alone." Yun Qian thought that regarding these matters, she only listened to Xu Chang’an, if he didn’t want others to see her, then others couldn’t see her.

Yun Qian understood clearly, so she said: "Is this what you’re thinking?"

"Yes."

"Oh."

Yun Qian nodded, thinking if her husband didn’t want to speak, then she wouldn’t ask.

Xu Chang’an, holding Yun Qian’s waist, thought of how he wasn’t someone who’d be jealous over such small matters; the reason for his sudden pressure and needing to hold the young lady to find certainty...

It was due to his desire to protect her that pressure arose.

No matter what difficulties Miss Yun would encounter in the future, solving them was his task to do.

Pressure.

Xu Chang’an never felt a moment without the pressure on his shoulders.

Sighed.

"Miss, I’m actually hoping that after you cultivate, you can share some of my pressure, shouldn’t I properly scold myself for this?" Xu Chang’an pointed to his own face.

"You’re my husband, not a housekeeper." Yun Qian said calmly.

If as a young lady, she could hide behind with peace of mind.

But as a wife, she needs to stand by his side, to share his pressure.

Wait.

If she were a concubine, perhaps she could obediently hide and be favored?

"...." Yun Qian blinked.

Hearing Yun Qian’s words, Xu Chang’an laughed, released Miss Yun, and said: "This cultivation realm... is truly full of crises."

"Miss, I was just thinking that even a figure like Senior Zhu from an immortal sect family has turned into what she is now in this cultivation realm’s melting pot... How will the two of us turn out then?"

Yun Qian shook her head, her husband’s future had always been a taboo for her, she absolutely wouldn’t spy on it, nor could she.

"Cultivation, still not high enough, when my cultivation is higher, I won’t be uneasy anymore, right?" Xu Chang’an slightly relaxed the tension in his shoulder and neck, and after a moment of silence, said: "Well, maybe not."

He always had a knack for not deceiving himself.

That being in the Open Source Realm makes one uneasy – such talk can only trick outsiders, it can’t deceive one’s own heart.

The high or low of cultivation is not the reliance for a person’s mind to be steady.

"Which successor in the sect is not treading between life and death, cultivation from low to high is documented, even after Senior Zhu’s fame, she was hurt by Demon Sect..."

Zhu Pingniang’s cultivation was high enough, yet she still encountered life-threatening crises.

Therefore, his so-called belief that once he reached a higher cultivation he’d be unperturbed, is a self-deceptive matter.

To have one’s heart strengthen solely from external cultivation might indeed be frail.

After realizing this, Xu Chang’an did not evade but faced his inner weakness directly.

But he also couldn’t overcome it.

Xu Chang’an looked at Miss Yun in front of him who was looking bewildered, with a deep sigh.

He was beyond saving.

Because he knew, no matter what realm he reached, he would always be just like now, worrying about Miss Yun getting hurt.

Yes, he wasn’t worried about the dangers of the cultivation realm, but rather about the variety of problems that might hurt Yun Qian once she caught attention after entering the cultivation realm, whether in spirit or body, he worried about them all.

Yun Qian was his weakness.

Such worries, even if his heart was stronger, were of no use.

...

Yun Qian blankly looked at Xu Chang’an until he picked her up from his lap, only when Xu Chang’an rose did the young lady regain her senses.

"So you were worrying about me." Yun Qian said.

Xu Chang’an admitted: "You know my temperament, Miss. Cultivation realm... dangers are everywhere, it’s hard not to worry."

Because he was about to find Zhu Pingniang to help Yun Qian step into cultivation, his worries and unease were magnified.

"I see." Miss Yun lowered her head.

In this quiet carriage, in the cozy atmosphere, the young lady encountered something she really liked.

This was something that made her savor repeatedly, enchanting and beautiful.

Her husband was thinking about protecting her again, and worrying over the dangers she might encounter.

Miss Yun, whose heart brimmed with joy, was already considering if she should indeed encounter some troubles.

She would certainly like it.

"You said it before, the danger." Yun Qian spoke up.

"What?" The sudden change of topic left Xu Chang’an a bit puzzled.

Yun Qian thought for a moment and said: "Demon Sect?"

He had told her about the evil cultivators, saying that those evil cultivators were all villains, also mentioning that the world was unstable, and in Qing Province, there was not only Chaoyun but also Demon Sect, cruel in their actions, often killing, using flesh and souls for refining.

From this, Xu Chang’an indeed did not like Demon Sect, he even detested it greatly.

So, for Miss Yun suddenly claiming the first seat in the Demon Sect for her husband, she indeed felt she had done wrong.

"Demon Sect?" Xu Chang’an blinked, then realized.

There was still this danger indeed.

Short-sighted.

Frankly speaking, his previous worries about the young lady’s harm mainly came from the various factions of Chaoyun Sect or external demonic beasts; he hadn’t really considered the Demon Sect.

After all, such struggles were still a bit distant from his cultivation.

"Do you really not like Demon Sect?" Yun Qian asked lightly.

Miss’s voice was as calm as ever, but somehow, Xu Chang’an seemed to hear a faint sense of guilt.

Despite the curiosity, Xu Chang’an chose to first respond to Yun Qian.

"Miss, what are you saying, in Chaoyun Sect, who would like the Demon Sect? While Chaoyun is currently focusing on demon-cleansing tasks, the fact is, the greatest threat still comes from the surrounding Demon Sects."

It’s not about like or dislike anymore.

Demon Sect is the mortal enemy of Chaoyun Sect, with no room for negotiation at all.

Yun Qian: "..."

——

Ah.

So he thought this way too, really didn’t like it.

Yun Qian glanced at Miss Aqing outside the window, then withdrew her gaze, subconsciously clenching her skirt, her knuckles slightly whitening.

Now... what should she do.