My Wife Is The Final Boss

Chapter 672 - 0387 Those who are not of the Qie Family, greedy people (2-in-1)

Xu Chang’an thought about the scene he saw when he entered the room. At that time... Miss Yun was quietly sleeping; everything was so peaceful and beautiful.

But...

When he sat at the edge of the bed, the atmosphere changed.

As if sensing his presence, Yun Qian’s sleeping posture suddenly became extremely poor; she was tossing and turning on the bed searching for something, and eventually even kicked him.

Clearly, when he wasn’t there, the girl was so quiet.

Why did things become chaotic as soon as he arrived?

Xu Chang’an couldn’t understand this behavior of Miss Yun, which seemed like she had a radar, but Yun Qian thought it was entirely normal.

After all, whether for Miss Yun or "her," if her husband wasn’t by her side, wasn’t watching her, everything seemed meaningless.

At such times, naturally she was quiet, because the only thing to do was wait.

So, only when Xu Chang’an appeared beside her did Miss Yun truly become Miss Yun.

Simply put, the serene Miss Yun that Xu Chang’an saw was just an illusion.

The woman who would snuggle, frequently turn over, and give him a kick in her dreams was the real deal.

Yun Qian: "..."

She knew this, but she still didn’t quite understand why she would kick him in her dreams.

Yun Qian tilted her head, thought for a moment, and gathered some information.

Then she tilted her head again and blinked.

That Miss Aqing?

She seems to have been thinking about giving Zhu Pingniang a kick.

Was her influence affecting her?

Yun Qian couldn’t comprehend, then lightly rubbed her brow with her fingers.

Probably not.

Her mentality had quietly changed; she had realized that after other women learned from her, she couldn’t learn from the women around him as she used to.

Yun Qian squinted her eyes, taking in everything that had just happened.

For example, her husband felt that having a Guide on the path of Sword Dao was great, and thought having Wen Li light up the road ahead was fortunate.

So she also thought this way, thus considering Wen Li’s talents to be increasingly better.

And...

Thinking about it, Yun Qian covered her mouth in a yawn, then stood there dumbfounded.

Xu Chang’an looked at Yun Qian’s sleepy eyes, lightly sighed, "So, Miss, you can clearly calm down; that awful sleeping posture isn’t on purpose to bully me, is it?"

Hearing Xu Chang’an’s words, Yun Qian slowly sat up from the bed and turned to look at her husband, "I, bully you?"

"...Just joking."

Xu Chang’an sheepishly avoided Miss Yun’s gaze.

Sss.

Could it be that when he touched her foot while she was asleep, and got kicked, the incident was discovered?

There was no other choice, it was late, and he really wasn’t willing to let Yun Qian continue sleeping, but didn’t want to wake her directly, so he used this sort of underhanded tactic.

Feeling guilty, Xu Chang’an was afraid Yun Qian would notice something, so he quickly changed the subject: "So, Miss, what did you dream about?"

"Some... past memories." Yun Qian was indeed distracted, stretched lazily, leaned against the wall, her graceful demeanor fully exposed.

"Past memories?" Xu Chang’an’s voice at this time carried a hint of amused teasing; there was no choice, the still-not-fully-awake Miss Yun looked like a lazy aristocratic cat in his eyes.

Miss Yun is so cute.

"What past memories." He asked.

Yun Qian tilted her head, and after a while, said, "Forgot."

"I understand; dreams are often forgotten quickly." Xu Chang’an nodded naturally.

"So that’s it." Yun Qian nodded, thinking she would forget dreams because her memory should be sealed.

Naturally, she listened to her husband; whatever he said goes.

Then, as was usual, the husband supported his frail wife off the bed, then simply straighten her slightly wrinkled clothes.

"Miss, sit down at the dressing table." Xu Chang’an said, thinking he didn’t want Yun Qian to see the next scene.

"Hm."

Yun Qian nodded, sat in front of the dressing table, and looked into the mirror. Then she saw through the mirror Xu Chang’an behind her quietly putting the teacup she had just used in the room into the Storage Pouch.

Xu Chang’an finished all of this, left some silver on the table, and thought he had executed it seamlessly while smiling—smiling until he met Yun Qian’s gaze in the mirror.

Xu Chang’an: "..."

Yun Qian: "..."

Raindrops hit the window sill.

The atmosphere was inexplicably awkward.

Yun Qian thought about the sneaky scene of her husband earlier, pondered slightly, and asked, "Were you stealing?"

"Of course not." Xu Chang’an immediately responded, then pointed at the table: "Didn’t I leave silver?"

Even if he was short on money, he wouldn’t stoop to taking a few cups from Senior Zhu’s house like staying in a hotel in a past life.

"Then why?" Yun Qian blinked.

"...Can’t say." Xu Chang’an was already guilty, and his eyes looked even less confident.

"Is it something you can’t tell me?" Miss Yun calmly asked.

"I could tell you, but I still want some face here at Miss’s." Xu Chang’an pointed at his face, forgetting that having grown up under Yun Qian’s watch, he had no face left.

Yet the girl in front of him understood him more than the self-reflecting him did.