A Little Monster With A Wife Is Amazing – CH62

Chapter 62: Jian Tang Felt the Sky Collapse

This question was actually a bit impolite. It wasn’t something a low-level little monster like Jian Tang should ask, but he really couldn’t help it; he wanted to know more about this task taker, CEO Feng.

Fila had been in a good mood lately. Successfully offloading the first two batches of goods had earned them a massive fortune. Even though the Bloody Butcher had extorted a significant chunk of the profits, the final gains were still substantial. Therefore, faced with Jian Tang’s inquiry, not only was he not impatient, but he also provided what he considered a very objective answer.

Fila: [Because he has good luck.]

Jian Tang: “?”

Fila: [He was lucky enough to run into us—magnanimous, willing to let bygones be bygones, and ready to carry him to success.]

Jian Tang scratched his head in confusion. Did this mean there was no special reason, just that the Realm Lords happened to be willing to give CEO Feng this opportunity?

But looking at the group chat earlier, the three Lords didn’t have a high opinion of CEO Feng. Why would they choose a task taker they didn’t even like to be their dimensional agent?

They had even dispatched an undercover agent to secretly monitor him and catch him slipping up. Anyone who didn’t know better would probably think the Realm Lords were being coerced into cooperating with CEO Feng against their will.

Jian Tang couldn’t figure it out, so he could only chalk it up to his own low level. Lacking the high vision and grand perspective of the Realm Lords, he simply couldn’t comprehend their decisions.

Jian Tang: [Is CEO Feng a task taker who settled locally?]

In truth, Fila and the others weren’t very clear on this point either.

The Bloody Butcher claimed he was retiring, but there were plenty of high-level dimensions suitable for retirement. Why would he choose such a remote dimension to settle down in?

If they directly admitted they didn’t know, it would make it seem like they had very little control over this agent. Thus, Fila answered vaguely.

Fila: [For the time being, yes.]

Jian Tang immediately probed: [Then where is his local residence? Uh, I mean, since he never comes to the company, it’s hard for me to gather more intel. If I knew where he lived, I could go stake out the place or engineer a chance encounter after work. Wouldn’t that be more efficient?]

Fila: “…”

As expected, the ignorant were fearless. Newbies sure had guts, coming up with endless ways to court death. He actually dared to stake out and “encounter” the Bloody Butcher??

Besides, they had absolutely no idea where the Bloody Butcher’s hideout was. Hadn’t the “Dream Dust” plan just failed spectacularly? Who knew where that cunning bastard had set up his safe house? He couldn’t possibly have just casually placed it in a human residential neighborhood where anyone could just stake it out and run into him.

Fila: [No need. Just keep an eye on him at the company.]

Considering Jian Tang was the undercover agent they had painstakingly planted right under the Bloody Butcher’s nose, Fila showed a rare moment of kindness and added another warning.

Fila: [That guy is deeply suspicious and highly alert. Don’t do anything unnecessary. If he finds out you’re a spy, given his cruel and violent personality, you will die a very, very, very miserable death.]

!!!

Jian Tang: [I-is he really that terrifying of a person?]

Fila: [Hmph, terrifying beyond your imagination.]

Jian Tang: […]

Suddenly realizing he shouldn’t scare Jian Tang too much, lest the boy throw in the towel and quit, Fila quickly added.

Fila: [Actually, it’s not that bad. After all, you’re only monitoring him during work hours. It’s not like you’re living together day and night. As long as your daily contact is minimal, you’re still very safe.]

Jian Tang: Where is the safety in that?!

After closing the chat interface, Jian Tang sat at his workstation, staring blankly for a long time.

After a long while, he sluggishly opened the Monster Forum and found the practical guide thread he had read last night.

This time, he read it with exceptional focus and care. After finishing it, Jian Tang thought for a moment and retrieved a brand-new bank card from his spatial card.

Back when he handed over his paycheck card, his wife had also given his own salary card to him. However, after receiving it, Jian Tang had just buried it at the bottom of a drawer and never used it—how could he spend his wife’s money?

The password was written on the back of the card. Jian Tang entered the card number and password into the mobile banking app to check the balance.

—There was actually over a million yuan!

Jian Tang had been at the company for a while now. Through extensive contact with his human colleagues, he had developed a relatively clear understanding of human prices and salary levels. Naturally, he knew: a university teacher’s salary card shouldn’t hold this much money.

Where did he get so much money? Was it his previous savings?

Then… what profession was Feng Xun in before becoming a university teacher?

Jian Tang bit his lip, entered another card number and password, and checked the remaining balance on the “paycheck card” he had handed over.

The result was 86,000 yuan.

There was nothing wrong with this amount, but the real problem was: over the past two months, the total amount Jian Tang had successively transferred into the card was exactly 86,000 yuan.

Feng Xun had actually never touched this card. He hadn’t spent a single cent of the pocket money Jian Tang had given him.

Feng Xun had handed his salary card over to him, and hadn’t taken a dime from the paycheck card Jian Tang gave him. Then where did his usual daily expenses come from?

[…has no proper earned income, yet spends money lavishly, completely lacking for cash…]

“…”

Oh no. It seemed one of the criteria from the practical guide thread had already matched up perfectly.

—

During dinner that evening, Feng Xun could clearly sense that Jian Tang was preoccupied.

Usually, the youth was incredibly focused on his food, his cheeks puffing out like a diligent, eating hamster whenever he buried his face in his bowl—exceptionally cute.

But today, for every two bites he took with his head lowered, he would secretly look up and sneak a glance at him three times, wearing an uncomfortable expression as if he had words trapped in his throat but didn’t dare speak.

“What’s wrong?” Feng Xun asked.

“You…” Jian Tang opened his mouth. After a fierce internal battle, he simply didn’t dare throw a straight pitch, changing his words out of pure cowardice.

“Have you decided what to wear tomorrow? I-I haven’t decided yet.”

Feng Xun blanked for a moment: “You’re distressing over this?”

“It’s my first time attending someone else’s wedding, so I’m a little nervous.”

Feng Xun smiled: “You can wear whatever you like. You look good in anything.”

Jian Tang let out a guilty “Oh.” “T-Then I’ll pick through my wardrobe again tonight.”

After dinner, the two returned to their respective rooms.

Feng Xun looked at Jian Tang’s closed door, his brows knitting slightly.

Little Tang had something on his mind.

And it was a worry he wasn’t willing to confide to him.

Although he minded it a bit, he could understand: everyone had their own unspeakable difficulties or little secrets that were inconvenient to share with those closest to them.

After all, he had them too.

Returning to his room, Feng Xun pulled up his system light-screen and extracted an electronic map from it.

This electronic map was a three-dimensional spatial map of the city, capable of being rotated 360 degrees at will. Two locations on it had already been marked with prominent red indicators.

If Jian Tang were present, he would recognize them instantly: those two red marks were the coordinates the Realm Lords had sent to CEO Feng during the last two shipments. They required CEO Feng to open a spatial channel at those coordinate points to deliver the goods into the designated foreign space.

Feng Xun magnified the map, repeatedly comparing the alignment and patterns between the 3D spatial coordinates and the actual geographic coordinates.

Given the unique nature of dimensional transmission, many spatial channels were constantly shifting. However, no matter how they changed, they would never wander too far from the local, fixed spatial channel.

It was just like branches splitting off from a main road; no matter how twisted, complex, unpredictable, and volatile the branches were, as long as one traced them back, they would eventually return to the main highway of origin.

And those fixed, unvarying “main highways” were often the gathering places of the local anomalous creatures—a monster town or a monster city.

As long as he thoroughly decoded the spatial patterns of this dimension, Feng Xun would master the method to enter the local monster gathering place. This was the primary reason he was willing to cooperate with the Realm Lords and help them escort large quantities of goods—

He had never forgotten his main purpose for coming to this dimension, and he would absolutely never slow his footsteps in searching for that little monster.

He had once been so close to it, even catching a hold of its tail, only for it to unfortunately escape him in the end.

Now, he was gradually picking up its tracks again, harboring a powerful intuition—the moment he and that anomalous monster confronted each other face-to-face once more was no longer far off.

This time, he would make absolute, foolproof preparations to ensure he wouldn’t miss his mark.

—And he would absolutely never let the creature slip away easily again.

—

Around noon the next day, Jian Tang accompanied Feng Xun to the hotel where the wedding was being hosted.

The excitement and novelty of attending a wedding diluted the worry and unease in Jian Tang’s heart. When they arrived at the hotel, it happened to coincide with the arrival of the bride’s wedding car.

The bride, clad in a pure white wedding dress, stepped down from the car. Linking hands with the groom, they stepped together onto the festive red carpet rolled out across the ground.

Confetti cannons boomed, colorful paper swirled through the air, and the surrounding crowd cheered. Jian Tang joined in the fun, clapping his hands with all his might.

“Wow, what a beautiful bride!” Jian Tang said happily to Feng Xun. “Look, look how joyfully and happily she’s smiling!”

Feng Xun glanced at him: “Do you want to experience this kind of happiness?”

“I want to, sure, but the conditions don’t allow it,” Jian Tang said with a grin. “Because when the time comes, the one wearing the wedding dress to play the bride will be you, wife. Do you want to try it out right now?”

Feng Xun: “…”

Little Tang had gotten smarter. He wasn’t so easy to trick anymore.

The two entered the hotel venue. By this time, the majority of the guests had already arrived. The sounds of clinking glasses, chatter, and children running back and forth filled the air. The massive banquet hall was bustling with voices and a joyous atmosphere.

“Senior Feng Xun, over here, over here!” someone called out, waving.

Jian Tang followed the voice and saw a table that was already mostly full, with only two empty seats remaining. They were presumably Feng Xun’s colleagues.

Seeing Feng Xun lead over a pure, adorable, and beautiful youth, everyone was a bit surprised.

Huh, the big boss Feng’s spouse is actually a boy?

Same-sex marriage was already legal in this society, it was just relatively rare. Although everyone felt a slight trace of surprise, they didn’t view it as particularly alien.

“These are my colleagues,” Feng Xun introduced them to Jian Tang.

Then he introduced Jian Tang to his colleagues: “This is… the one at home.”

“Hello, everyone!” Jian Tang introduced himself cheerfully. “My name is Jian Tang, you can call me Little Tang.”

“Hello, hello!”

Nobody disliked an open, poised, cute, and lively boy. Everyone’s first impression of Jian Tang was excellent, and they enthusiastically pulled out chairs to let the couple take their seats.

“We’ve wanted to meet you for ages, but Brother Feng hid you way too securely. We never got to see you during our usual dinners.”

Jian Tang smiled, revealing two cute dimples. “Well, you’re seeing me today.”

“Haha, exactly, exactly! You have to come by often in the future!”

“That’s right, if you have time, you can also come check out our place,” someone suggested warmly. “After all, our department counts as an exhibition base; you can come visit anytime!”

Jian Tang’s eyes lit up. “Sure, sure! I want to come check it out!”

He was quite curious about the campus environment of a human institution of higher learning. The offices where university teachers worked ought to be filled with poetic elegance and the fragrance of books, right? Humans always said it was a temple of knowledge, an ivory tower transcending the mundane world; it had to be an exceptionally sacred and beautiful place.

Feng Xun let out a light cough. “Actually, there’s nothing much to look at.”

“I won’t disrupt your work, just let me go take a look.” Jian Tang tugged at the man’s sleeve beneath the table, his eyes shining brightly like a cat widening its eyes. “Just going to look at you is fine, too.”

Everyone was completely charmed by the youth’s adorable display. Unwilling to see him disappointed, they immediately chimed in to support him.

“Exactly! Senior Feng looks incredibly handsome when he’s working, you definitely should check it out!”

“That’s right! The first time I saw him, I was practically struck dumb. Man, the way he uses his blade—slicing open a corpse’s belly is literally like cutting through tofu. It’s amazing!”

The smile at the corners of Jian Tang’s mouth froze. “Huh?”

Everyone took it for granted that Jian Tang surely knew what his husband did for a living. Bragging about their husband’s professional skills in front of his spouse to give the department’s big boss plenty of face was basic human courtesy. Thus, they enthusiastically spoke up one after another.

“Brother Feng’s blade-work is truly a masterpiece. It flows like water, smooth and seamless. The kidneys he cuts out are massive and perfect!”

“The human skeleton he processed last time was even more brilliant! He scraped the flesh spotlessly clean, and not a single internal organ was ruptured—all dug out perfectly clean!”

“Our director even said he’s never seen someone who can process a corpse so masterfully in his entire life! He even joked about whether Professor Feng has some sort of butchery side-hustle, hahahaha…”

Jian Tang: “……………”

Jian Tang stiffly turned his neck, looking at the man beside him.

“I am a human specimen preparation teacher,” Feng Xun explained. “I am relatively specialized in human dissection.”

He hadn’t described his profession to Little Tang in detail before, mainly because the two of them weren’t close back then and the boy had looked terrified of him. If he had known the details of his job, he would likely have been even more afraid.

Now that they were in a relationship and Little Tang had long since stopped fearing him, he could naturally tell the truth—he practiced a legitimate profession, and the youth would surely understand.

“I-I see…” Jian Tang deployed the absolute peak acting skills of his entire life, forcing out a worshipful smile with all his might. “You really are amazing, Feng Xun.”

[Task takers who spend years in the Anomalous World… will acquire skills that normal humans rarely use in daily life, such as formidable combat techniques, a proficiency in slaughter and butchery, and a masterful operation of various cold and hot weapons…]

Game over, game over. How did another point from the practical guide match up perfectly!!

Jian Tang closed his eyes, hoping everything was merely a hallucination on his part.

The phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated. Jian Tang pulled it out to take a look.

Huh? It’s a message from Xiaoyu.

He stole a quiet glance at Feng Xun. Seeing the man talking to his colleagues and not paying attention to him, he quietly slid open his phone to see if Xiaoyu had an urgent matter.

Xiaoyu: [Little Tang, haven’t heard from you in ages. How have you been lately?]

Xiaoyu: [Is your human wife doing well? Has he discovered he’s carrying a baby yet? The two of you haven’t quarreled or fought, right?]

Only then did Jian Tang remember that he hadn’t told Xiaoyu about the follow-up to the baby incident. He quickly typed back.

Little Tang: [He’s actually not pregnant at all!]

Little Tang: [Because I later felt I needed to double-check to be sure, I bought a pregnancy test item from the system mall and used it secretly. The result was no baby! I was too arbitrary back then and misunderstood him.]

Xiaoyu: [Wow, that’s wonderful! It turns out it was just a false alarm!]

Little Tang: [Yeah, yeah! Once the result came out, I put my mind at ease ~O(?_?)O~]

Xiaoyu: [So, since he didn’t have any pathological attachment behavior caused by a pregnancy, why did he do those bizarre things back then?]

Jian Tang’s gaze solidified.

That’s right.

He had been entirely occupied with rejoicing that it was a false alarm, completely forgetting—if Feng Xun wasn’t being influenced by a pregnancy, why on earth did he behave like a total pervert back then???

[…due to spending years in the oppressive and dangerous environment of instances, the vast majority of task takers possess extreme personalities and twisted mentalities… in secret, they exhibit all kinds of perverted and abnormal behaviors… One must be extremely careful.]

Rumble—

The sky collapsed.

A full three points had matched up with the practical guide.

He had officially met the ironclad criteria for a task taker!!

A Little Monster With A Wife Is Amazing