A Little Monster With A Wife Is Amazing – CH19

Chapter 19: Scared to death, I thought I had lost my wife…

With the support and comfort of his wife, Jian Tang quickly perked up. He wasn’t the type to be negative or pessimistic; his previous low spirits were just the result of too much pressure, causing him to get stuck in a rut. Now that he had thought it through, he felt better.

His wife was right—the blame for the failed mission couldn’t be entirely placed on his own shoulders. Even if his performance pay was docked, he would argue his case to the Big Boss to minimize the losses. Besides, he had only botched one task; there was still the other one he hadn’t done yet. He still had a chance to make up for his mistake.

A glow returned to the youth’s emerald-green eyes as he looked at Feng Xun.

“Wife, are you done with your business at the hospital?”

Feng Xun hesitated: “Just about.”

“I have to go to the dress shop on the next street to pick up something in a bit. Do you want to come with me?”

Looking at the youth’s sparkling eyes, and the overflow of excitement and anticipation, the refusal that had circled Feng Xun’s tongue twice ultimately couldn’t make it out.

“…Alright.”

“Yay!” Jian Tang excitedly grabbed his wife’s arm—he would never neglect his wife again! He had to make sure he felt fully valued and enthusiastic!

Feng Xun gave his arm a slight tug, realized he couldn’t shake the youth off, and simply let him hold on—there was no need to ruin the other person’s fun over such trivial details.

Jian Tang led Feng Xun out of the building, deliberately choosing the front entrance with its heavy foot traffic. As expected, there was no sign of the Stinky Moles. Feng Xun’s gaze swept over the flowerbeds outside the building, very nonchalantly, as if just casting a casual glance.

The two soon left Golden Bay Hospital.

Jian Tang cross-referenced the shop card the boss had given him and quickly found “Pretty Feifei’s Dress Shop.” It was a sizable high-end boutique with a Western classical style from the sign to the window display. Jian Tang pushed the door open, and two young ladies dressed in Rococo-style gowns greeted them with radiant smiles.

“Welcome!”
“How may we help you today?”

“I’m here to pick up some custom-made clothes for my boss,” Jian Tang handed them the card with the order number. “Six sets in total.”

“Very well, please wait a moment.”

One of the sales clerks checked the order in the back office, her expression slightly puzzled. “It shows here that there are seven sets of formal wear waiting to be picked up, not six.”

Jian Tang suddenly remembered that the boss had said that in addition to the six factory bosses, there was one for him: “Ah, yes, seven. One is mine.”

“Then there’s no problem,” the clerk nodded. “Six of the sets have already been packed into gift boxes. As for the remaining one…” She glanced at Jian Tang. “Would you like to try it on now? If anything doesn’t fit, we can alter it on the spot.”

The reason she was so certain which set belonged to Jian Tang was that the other six clearly weren’t meant for humans to wear. Although there were many high-end clients who commissioned special outfits for their beloved pets, ordering six sets at once, all with vastly different sizes and styles, made it hard to imagine what kind of “pets” the other party kept. In all their years of running the shop, this was a first.

But the customer is God; they wouldn’t be tactless enough to pry, but would just focus on serving each customer with all their heart, striving for their satisfaction and delight.

“Uh…” Jian Tang hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Okay, I’ll try it on.”

This formal wear could be considered his “work uniform.” If something went wrong and the VIP arriving tomorrow wasn’t satisfied, the Big Boss would definitely take it out on him. He had already botched one task; the second one had to go off without a hitch.

Hearing Jian Tang’s reply, the two clerks became even more enthusiastic, even a bit impatient: “The changing room is in the back, we’ll take you there!”

Jian Tang looked at Feng Xun: “I’ll be right back…”

Feeling as if the next words out of the other person’s mouth would be “Wife, wait here obediently for me,” Feng Xun interrupted him immediately: “Fine, go ahead.”

“Mm!”

Jian Tang followed the two clerks into the changing room.

Feng Xun moved his gaze away from the closed door. He paced slowly, coming to the storefront window facing the street. This dress shop was located across the side of Golden Bay Hospital. Looking over from here, one couldn’t see the main hospital gate, only a part of the outer wall.

The setting sun gradually sank, and twilight gathered.

The streetlights along the road lit up one by one. Feng Xun stared in the direction of the hospital, his smoke-gray eyes widening slightly, presenting an eerie rhombus pattern before slowly returning to normal.

Still can’t see clearly.

The real world and the dungeon world were very different. In a dungeon, he could precisely sense whether a supernatural creature existed nearby, but in reality, he could only vaguely feel that a special space entrance existed at that hospital—very likely the entrance leading to the gathering place of supernatural monsters.

The man folded his arms, his fingers tapping rhythmically, calculating in his mind how to find a breakthrough. Perhaps he needed to borrow some special tools. But not all System tools were permitted in the real world; he needed to choose the most suitable one.

Time passed quickly in thought. Just as Feng Xun finally locked onto the target tool in his mind, a commotion suddenly broke out behind him.

“Wow, truly so cute!”
“It suits you perfectly, guest!”
“Can we take a few photos as promotional material for our shop? We’ll pay you for it!”

Feng Xun turned around and couldn’t help but be startled at the figure walking out of the changing room, surrounded by the crowd.

Only the clothes had changed, but the neighborly youth he was familiar with seemed to have turned into a completely different person—

He wore a dainty black top hat, wrapped with a wine-red striped band tied into a beautiful bow shape, secured in the center by a rabbit-shaped metal ornament; a black choker adorned with silver rabbit-ear ornaments was wrapped around the youth’s neck. Separate white sleeve cuffs were fixed to his arms with black leather rings, perfectly exposing both his shoulders, half-hidden by the cape covering them; his outfit was relatively standard—a retro white shirt with complex lace ruffles underneath, layered with a slim-fit, cinched-waist vest; below were black shorts that ended above his knees, connected to two black leg rings matching the arm rings. Further down, he wore black knee-high socks paired with heeled ankle boots that elongated his figure, making his legs look exceptionally slender and long.

This fusion-style European formal wear was formal yet not stiff, luxurious yet lively, restrained yet carrying a hint of elusive temptation, and because of the wearer’s own temperament, it didn’t look vulgar or frivolous in the slightest—he looked like a young vampire lord who had just awakened from a medieval castle, possessing the noble temperament of an ancient vampire, combined with the ignorance and innocence of a newborn.

The enthusiastic praise and compliments from the crowd seemed to make the youth feel at a loss. He nervously clutched the corner of his cape, looking around anxiously, until he suddenly met a pair of eyes watching him.

Feng Xun clearly saw: the youth’s initially slightly panicked emerald eyes suddenly settled, like a little rabbit lost in a field of flowers, having no intention of appreciating the beautiful scenery around him, only regaining his lively and happy nature the moment he saw his familiar master.

He tugged at the corner of his mouth slightly and walked toward the youth surrounded in the center of the crowd.

Jian Tang also actively moved toward his wife—Scared to death, while I was changing clothes, I thought I’d lost my wife-baby!

The two reunited. Feng Xun didn’t stint on his praise: “It looks very good.”

“I think it’s pretty good, too.” After relaxing, a smile reappeared on Jian Tang’s face. “This is the first time I’ve worn such nice clothes!”
In fact, this was Jian Tang’s first time wearing brand-new human clothes—the human clothing he had accumulated before were all second-hand items picked out of dungeon trash, completely free.

“No, I mean,” Feng Xun paused, “The person looks good.”

Jian Tang was stunned, the corners of his mouth curling up so far that a two-hundred-pound weight couldn’t press them down: Wow! Wife complimented me! He said I look good!

“You look good too,” Jian Tang had heard that good wives are ones you praise, so he instantly transformed into a “praiser.” “Better than me, even better, even better! A hundred times better!”

“…That’s an exaggeration.”
“It’s not an exaggeration! A thousand times better! Ten thousand times!”
“…”

The sales clerk standing next to them laughed, smiling as she asked: “Are you two a couple? So sweet.”

Before Feng Xun could react, Jian Tang spoke first.

“Not really,” he said.

“Eh?” The clerk was startled. “Then…”

“He’s my wife!”

Clerk: “…”

Uh, never mind who’s the husband or who’s the wife, but if you’re already calling him ‘Wife’, isn’t that a couple?

Feng Xun raised an eyebrow slightly. He suddenly realized a problem.

“Jian Tang.”
“Hm?”
“You…”

Do you… not understand what “Wife” actually implies?

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