A Little Monster With A Wife Is Amazing – CH36

Chapter 36: A Sudden Date Invitation

“Yay!”

Jian Tang cupped his face happily. The better-than-expected review made him both thrilled and excited, causing his cheeks to flush a bright pink like a bashful teenager.

“I-Is it true? Did he really say that?”

Although his smile was already stretched from ear to ear, Jian Tang still put on a display of reserved modesty. “It really doesn’t sound like something he would say, though.”

Seeing through the boy’s playing-hard-to-get little mind, Feng Xun couldn’t help but curl the corners of his lips, thinking the youth before him was simply too adorable.

“It’s true,” he said with a smile. “He said it himself.”

Jian Tang was practically dying of happiness.

He was so happy he wanted to run a hundred laps on the spot, or dive into the deep water pool and swim a dozen laps back and forth.

He was praised quite often under normal circumstances, but how could a bystander’s evaluation ever compare to his wife’s approval? He had been constantly worried that his wife would think he was clumsy, or a terrible, useless head of the household. But his wife actually thought he was adorable!

His wife-in-training (even though he was still a scary wife at this stage) actually praised him, the head of the household, as “adorable.” What a monumental compliment!

With a certified “adorable head of the household” like himself setting the example, did he really need to worry that his baby wife wouldn’t become even more adorable than him in the future?

The student surpasses the master; one cutie out-cutes the other!

Though bubbles of pure bliss were popping inside his heart, Jian Tang still out of habit hummed a modest disclaimer.

“Oh my, I’m really not as adorable as he says. My wife is much more… more…”

The word “adorable” was truly impossible to utter; even forcing the praise felt way too unnatural, so he smoothly changed his tune—

“…better. Yeah, my wife is actually a really good person.”

Feng Xun: “?”

Feng Xun: “Good in what way?”

Please, tell me more.

When it came to this topic, Jian Tang had way too much to say. He immediately listed them off like counting family treasures. “He is very gentle, very kind, very virtuous, very loving, meticulous and thoughtful in everything he does, and incredibly magnanimous. Even if he occasionally throws a small tantrum, he is super easy to coax and never holds a grudge. He is an exceptionally good wife!”

Feng Xun: “…”

His voice carried a trace of hesitation. “Who exactly… is this wife you’re talking about?”

Jian Tang: “?”

Jian Tang: “I only have one wife. Don’t you know him too? It’s Feng Xun.”

Seeing the man’s bizarre expression, Jian Tang belatedly realized something—

“Did I say something wrong?” He was utterly perplexed. “The two of you are colleagues. You spend more time with him every day than I do. Can’t you see what a wonderful person he is?”

The man fell silent for a short while.

“…No.”

For hundreds of years, he had dealt with countless people. Aside from a very select few who shared his temperament, the vast majority of task-takers who had worked with him—no matter how flattering, polite, enthusiastic, or grateful they appeared on the surface—always evaluated him behind his back with the exact same words without exception:

“Cold, cruel, ruthless, unfeeling, vindictive, and devoid of humanity. He’s a bizarre, volatile, thoroughly unpleasant and terrifying fellow.”

Jian Tang was utterly dumbfounded.

He almost doubted his own ears.

Aside from the word “terrifying,” which he could begrudgingly agree with a tiny bit, what on earth was all that other garbage?

Wasn’t this a blatant smear campaign?!

“My wife is absolutely not that kind of person!” He was getting a bit angry, especially when he thought about how much his wife must trust this man to have shared so much about him, only for this guy to slander his wife behind his back like this!

“My wife isn’t cold at all! He just doesn’t talk very much. Whenever I’m sad, he always listens to my worries patiently and comforts me gently. When I’m exhausted, he gives me a warm embrace. When he had dinner with you guys before, he even remembered to bring me a late-night snack, and he can perfectly remember a preference I only mentioned in passing.”

“He doesn’t have a bizarre temperament either. At most, he just doesn’t like to explain everything. You just don’t understand his methods, which is why you think he’s bizarre and volatile. But that’s not his problem, it’s your problem!”

The more Jian Tang spoke, the angrier he got. His wife was clearly so good, so why on earth did he look like that in the eyes of others?

If his wife found out, he would be so heartbroken.

“You don’t understand him at all. I remember every single thing my wife has ever done for me, and I am the person most qualified to evaluate him—he is good, exceptionally good! If you don’t understand his goodness, then don’t just stand here slandering him randomly!”

Jian Tang was filled with righteous indignation. He felt his words were fully backed by reason and logic, so even if the other party didn’t agree, he should at least feel a bit ashamed. But… the man opposite him showed zero reaction.

No, it wasn’t completely no reaction. The man was just staring at him unblinkingly. After a long, long time, a trace of a smile slowly crept into those exceptionally pitch-black eyes.

“…Is that so.”

Feng Xun had never cared about what others thought of him, or how they evaluated him. Never once.

But now he discovered that he actually cared quite a bit.

—He cared about what the person he valued most would think.

He wasn’t a numb, human-shaped weapon, nor was he a monster who only took pleasure in slaughter. He was actually just like any other human with normal emotions; his heart didn’t just beat for survival, but was also swayed by another person’s thoughts and feelings.

He felt a bit happy.

Happy that he was looking more and more like a real person.

And happy—that he looked like a reasonably positive person in that boy’s heart.

Jian Tang watched as the smile on the man’s face became more and more pronounced. His thoughts went from the initial—This guy is psycho, how does he have the nerve to laugh after slandering my wife?—to his current state of mind—This guy is definitely psycho, I just chewed him out, so why is he smiling happier and happier the more he stares at me???

Jian Tang felt a wave of goosebumps and stealthily took a step back.

Then another step back.

Then he turned on his heel and bolted!

He couldn’t afford to mess with this kind of lunatic, but surely he could hide from him?

The amusement park area was filled with large pools everywhere. Jian Tang found a crowded pool with a spiral slide to hide himself in, then turned back to discreetly inspect the situation over by the deep water pool.

The dislike guy was still standing on the shore, his gaze slowly drifting through the crowd. It was hard to tell if he was scanning aimlessly or consciously looking for him.

Jian Tang submerged his body into the water and quietly swam even farther away.

It was better if they didn’t meet again.

Although the dislike guy had just rescued him and even helped massage his cramped leg—for which Jian Tang felt deeply grateful—business was business. The dislike guy held such massive prejudice against his wife and had even openly slandered him. Not only did he show zero remorse after being called out, but he even laughed so arrogantly. Jian Tang was already being incredibly generous by not rushing over to give him a kick!

Hmph, if he was pushed too far, he really would punch someone and run. Anyway, the other party definitely couldn’t outrun him.

Then, thinking about how his wife had been backstabbed by a colleague he trusted so much, Jian Tang let out a sigh, his mood growing increasingly gloomy.

He had worked in the monster factory for so many years and had encountered deeply unpleasant colleagues too, but you could just stay far away from the unpleasant ones. The other colleagues surrounding him had basically all become his good friends. Every day, they would happily complain about the bosses, happily help one another out, and happily be low-level corporate cogs together.

He had assumed the situation on his wife’s side was the same, but who would have thought…

Sigh.

He had long heard that human minds were incredibly complex and that office politics were brutal, but he hadn’t expected them to be this complex.

His wife must have suffered so many grievances but never once mentioned them to him.

Wuu, his wife was so strong.

A strong, good baby.

Jian Tang suddenly wanted to talk to his wife very badly. Calculating the time, the hot spring SPA should be finished by now, right? They should be able to have a normal call.

He didn’t have his phone on him; he needed to go back to the locker room to fetch it. However, before leaving, he had to check on the three bosses.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t feel at ease.

A’nie’s side was still incredibly rowdy. The group of older kids had already been thoroughly beaten into submission. The little boy was sitting on a floatie, being carried back and forth on patrol by a crowd of lackeys, having completely become the “overlord king” of that sector.

Heramis was still playing in the surfing zone. A massive fan club had already gathered along the shore. Whenever the older sister cut to the crest of a wave, this crowd of passionate fans would cheer and scream, thoroughly thrilled.

And Fila… where did Lord Fila go?

Jian Tang looked left and right but unexpectedly failed to spot that eye-catching head of blond hair. Reason dictated he should be highly conspicuous.

After another round of searching, he finally found him: the man wasn’t in the water area, but in the northeast corner of the park, right outside the small aquarium.

The man had no intention of going inside to visit. He was just standing outside, staring at a massive poster pasted on the exterior wall.

Jian Tang walked over, discovering it was a promotional poster for a “Water Magic Show.” The performer occupying the center stage position of the graphic…

“Huh?”

It was the magic celebrity he had encountered an hour ago, Yuan Cheng.

Jian Tang glanced at Fila’s expression. The man clearly heard his voice but didn’t turn around, still staring inscrutably at the poster, his thoughts unreadable.

“Lord Fila, are you interested in this?”

Throughout this entire trip, Jian Tang had noticed that the Nightmare Duke’s interest in human activities was actually quite mediocre, nowhere near as enthusiastic as the other two Realm Lords. He only seemed interested in playing pranks on people.

Seeing him inspect a poster for a human performance so seriously now was genuinely rare.

“A little interested,” the man said with a smile. “Let’s go watch it together when the time comes.”

The performance time was 11:00 AM, a little over an hour away from the opening.

“Lord Fila, I’d like to step away for a bit.” Seeing the man in a good mood, Jian Tang seized the opportunity to request time off. “I’ll be back in thirty minutes.”

The blond man finally turned his head to cast a glance at Jian Tang, his sharp gaze sweeping across the youth.

“Who made you unhappy?”

Jian Tang blinked in surprise, then shook his head.

“No one.”

He wasn’t unhappy at all.

He was just… a bit downcast over his wife being misunderstood.

“Mm, go ahead.” The blond man nodded, his gaze returning to the poster. “It’s fine if you come back a little late, too.”

Jian Tang hadn’t expected the Nightmare Duke to be so easy to talk to today, and he didn’t look like he was brewing any malicious schemes either. He quickly accepted the permission.

“Okay, okay, thank you, Lord Fila!”

With that, he bolted like a streak of smoke.

Fila continued to gaze at the poster. The man in the graphic was dressed as a sea god, his features handsome like a deity. One of his hands was pressed to his chest, his eyes slightly lowered, his expression pious as if he were praying.

Below the poster, the theme of this magic show was written—”The Return of Miracles.”

“Miracles…”

The corners of Fila’s mouth curved up, his smile dripping with irony.

“Just an exiled task-taker, yet he dares to call himself a ‘miracle’?”

—

Having received official permission to leave his post, Jian Tang quickly returned to the locker room area.

He retrieved his checked belongings from the small locker. As the worried mother of this small group, the belongings of the other three were all kept by him. Jian Tang rummaged through them but failed to find his own phone among the numerous items.

Huh? Could I have left it in the car?

Jian Tang recalled carefully and realized this probability was highly significant. It looked like he would have to make a trip to the parking lot.

Fortunately, he had been smart enough to request a bit of extra time when asking for leave, otherwise he really wouldn’t have made it back and forth in time.

Jian Tang used a large towel to quickly wipe his torso dry, then threw on a dry shirt to avoid catching a cold from the wind outside while bare-chested. He then left the locker room and rode the elevator down to the underground parking lot.

The moment his front foot stepped into the elevator, Feng Xun’s back foot arrived at the locker room.

Jian Tang had slipped away too quickly earlier, causing Feng Xun to briefly lose track of him. Fortunately, he managed to find him later—he saw from a distance that Jian Tang had taken a side door into the locker room area.

The three big clients were still hanging around the amusement park zone, yet Jian Tang had left by himself. This didn’t make logical sense.

Feng Xun thought about it, figuring the boy was highly likely out to handle an errand temporarily. Unfortunately, he arrived a step too late; Jian Tang was nowhere to be seen in the locker room area, having evidently already departed.

While waiting in the park for him to return was a viable option, Feng Xun still felt a bit uneasy not knowing the boy’s whereabouts.

He thought it over and decided to just send a message to ask.

His phone wasn’t in his locker; it seemed to be left in his car. It just so happened that he also needed to go to his car to grab a fresh set of dry clothes, so he rode the elevator down to the B1 parking garage.

As it turned out, this decision was incredibly correct. The moment Feng Xun opened his car door, he saw the phone sitting on the passenger seat light up, a newly received message popping onto the screen—

Jian Tang: [Wife, is your SPA finished?]

Feng Xun sat straight into the car. While peeling off the mask disguise from his face, he manually typed a reply.

[Finished.]

On the other side, Jian Tang, who had just fished his phone out of the sports car, was about to climb out when he discovered his wife had actually replied within seconds. He immediately plunked his butt back down onto the passenger seat.

“Wife, wife,” Jian Tang switched to sending a voice message. “Is it convenient for you to speak right now?”

Feng Xun tore off the high-grade mask and reverted to his original voice, so he could naturally chat normally: “Yes, it is.”

Jian Tang got his wish and heard his wife’s voice message. Thoroughly satisfied, he dialed the number directly.

The line connected quickly, a familiar, clear and cool voice coming through.

“Little Tang, what’s wrong?”

His gloomy mood was swept clean instantly, and Jian Tang couldn’t help but grin like an idiot. “Can’t I call my dear wife if nothing’s wrong? I miss you, wife.”

There was a brief pause on the other end. “Don’t you need to accompany your clients?”

“Not for now,” Jian Tang confessed honestly. “I requested thirty minutes of leave specifically to chat with you.”

Feng Xun was taken aback: His sudden departure was actually for me?

…Looked at this way, that opening phrase “I miss you” held a few ounces of sincerity.

“Oh.” The corners of his lips curved up, though his voice remained steady and calm. “What do you want to chat about?”

“What are you doing right now?” Jian Tang asked. “Are you home?”

“Resting,” Feng Xun said. “I’m home.”

“Any plans for the afternoon? Going out to play?”

“No plans for now, and I don’t feel like going out.”

Jian Tang was a bit surprised. “It’s a rare day off. Aren’t you going out with friends?”

“I don’t have friends.”

The few fair-weather friends he could count on one hand were all drifting through other dimensions.

Jian Tang opened his mouth but failed to find a response for a good while.

He couldn’t help but recall what that “Mr. Sui” had said—”He’s a bizarre, volatile, thoroughly unpleasant fellow.”

How awful.

Not only did he slander his wife, but he actually isolated and ostracized him too! Otherwise, with how wonderful his wife was, how could he fail to make a single friend at the university?

Jian Tang felt both furious and heartbroken. He wanted to thump his chest and declare, “If they won’t keep you company, I will!” But the words reached the tip of his tongue before he remembered he had to accompany clients today, meaning he couldn’t keep his wife company either.

…Well, turns out I’m pretty awful too.

“I’m sorry, wife,” Jian Tang apologized dejectedly. “I can’t keep you company today, so you have to spend your day off by yourself.”

“It’s fine,” the man’s nonchalant voice came through the line. “There’s nothing wrong with being by myself. I’ve long grown used to it.”

“!”

Oh goodness, he felt even more heartbroken now!

Jian Tang’s tour guide duties today were reasonably relaxed. He squirmed uncomfortably in his seat, thinking he might as well just call his lonely wife over. But the moment he thought of those three troublesome big BOSSes… sigh, better not.

“I should be able to take a day off tomorrow,” Jian Tang said. “Let’s go out together tomorrow, okay?”

“Just the two of us?”

“Yeah, the clients are heading back tomorrow,” Jian Tang said. “Just the two of us.”

Faced with this sudden invitation to a date, Feng Xun agreed incredibly quickly: “Okay.”

“Where do you want to go tomorrow?” Jian Tang asked.

“Anywhere is fine, I’m not picky,” Feng Xun said. “Is there somewhere you want to go?”

Jian Tang thought about it. “How about the flower market?”

Over the past few days, as they drove the sports car around aimlessly, Jian Tang had discovered a massive flower market in the northern suburbs. He had always liked places with flora. Not only could they stroll around for fun, but they could also buy some cute little flowers and plants to decorate their cozy little home.

Jian Tang shared his thoughts with Feng Xun, and the other party expressed his agreement.

“Sure,” he said. “If there’s time, we can also check out the home furnishings market to add some small items you like to the house.”

“Okay, okay!” Jian Tang was thrilled. “I feel the living room is still a bit empty right now. We can buy some small photo frames, put a photo of the two of us inside, and hang it on the wall as a decoration. I also want to buy a small coffee table set to put on the balcony, so the two of us can drink coffee while enjoying the view on our days off, okay?”

Feng Xun couldn’t help but picture the scene described by the boy, the curve of his lips rising a fraction higher.

“Yeah, okay.”

This kind of conversation, this kind of topic, made it feel as though they really were a newlywed couple happily discussing how to plan their new home.

The experience was highly unfamiliar, but… it felt pretty good.

“Wife, you should buy some new things for yourself too,” Jian Tang suggested sincerely. “Your bedroom is even emptier than mine. At first glance, it looks like no one lives in it at all…” Suddenly realizing something, he quickly explained.

“I didn’t enter your room without permission, okay! You came back very late yesterday, and I was worried you might have run away from home because you were too angry, so I just pushed your bedroom door open to peek inside…”

The person on the other end of the line seemed to freeze for a moment before speaking quickly.

“I won’t.”

Jian Tang didn’t catch his meaning. “Huh? Won’t what?”

“I won’t run away from home,” Feng Xun said. “No matter how angry I am… I won’t.”

Not just because Apartment 404 was his safe house. Even if the apartment weren’t a safe house, he would absolutely never abandon Jian Tang to leave by himself.

“This is our home,” the man said in a low voice. “How could I possibly leave you here and depart on my own?”

Jian Tang froze, an indescribable sensation suddenly surging into his heart, making his chest hot and his heart ache with a gentle swell.

Yeah, what was he worrying about, what was he afraid of?

The scene from hundreds of years ago could never happen again—where he was abandoned all alone in an unfamiliar world, devoid of memories, devoid of old friends, and devoid of a home of his own.

The current him already had everything.

He possessed plenty of new memories, and he possessed a wife who accompanied him.

His wife said this was the home of the two of them.

His wife said he would absolutely never abandon him to leave on his own.

“Yeah.” Jian Tang rubbed his slightly tingling nose, blinking back a tiny bit of moisture in his eyes.

“Me too.”

The youth curled his lips, flashing a massive smile.

“Wife, I will absolutely never abandon you to leave on my own either.”

“This is our home.”

“It won’t work if either one of us is missing.”

After that, they chatted a lot more. He couldn’t remember exactly what was said—just a bunch of meaningless casual talk—but neither felt bored. It seemed that as long as they could hear the other’s voice, the act itself was already meaningful enough.

Beautiful times are always fleeting. Jian Tang saw that the time was just about up and had to say a regretful goodbye.

“Wife, I have to go back now.” He let out a sigh. “I have to work overtime tonight, so I probably won’t get home until very late.”

The three Realm Lords’ “prison release time” seemed to have a limit; they would leave this plane at 12:00 midnight tonight. Before they left, Monster Town would hold a farewell ceremony, and as one of the main reception forces for the three Realm Lords, Jian Tang naturally had to attend.

At the same time, he had to figure out a way to get the evil god Heramis to drop the idea of taking him away. This was also an imminent trouble that needed solving.

“Okay.”

Feng Xun’s mindset was perfectly stable, raising zero objections—overtime was fine, since it was the last time anyway. In a few days, he would arrange a fine new job for Little Tang so the boy would never be exploited by that kind of daily-overtime sweatshop again.

The two said a friendly goodbye, and Jian Tang hung up the phone.

He reluctantly put his phone away, climbed out of the car, and prepared to take the elevator back upstairs.

Uh… which direction was the elevator in again?

This underground parking lot was massive, with several exits leading upstairs. Jian Tang spun around a bit before growing completely disoriented, so he simply picked a direction and walked straight ahead.

He scanned around as he walked, when suddenly, he spotted a silver SUV whose model looked incredibly familiar.

Wow, my wife drives this exact kind of car too. To think I’d see a sibling car here.

Loving the house extends to its crows; Jian Tang couldn’t help but steal a few more glances.

Ha, even the level of wear and tear is identical. What a coincidence.

As the youth walked, the distance between the person and the car grew closer and closer.

Wow, talk about a serious coincidence. Even the scratch marks on the right side of the front headlight seem identical…

The distance grew a bit closer.

Whoa, even the license plate number is exactly the same. This is way too much of a coinc… wait, like hell it is!

Jian Tang came to a grinding halt, rubbing his eyes forcefully.

Th-This… isn’t this literally my wife’s car?

He almost thought he was dreaming—his wife had clearly just said he was at home, so why on earth would his car appear in this parking lot???

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