A Little Monster With A Wife Is Amazing – CH7

Chapter 7: “You are my wife, you know.”

Under his wife’s “death stare,” Jian Tang scrambled into Building 44.

He sneaked upstairs, relieved to find that the door to Apartment 404 was slightly ajar—clearly left open just for him. Before stepping inside, Jian Tang stole a glance through the crack in the door. He saw his terrifying wife had moved away from the window and was now sitting on the living room sofa, reading through something in his hands.

“Come in,” the other party spoke up suddenly, without looking in this direction, clearly aware that Jian Tang was standing right outside.

“…”

Jian Tang swallowed hard, his heart hammering against his ribs.

At this same time yesterday, he had stood at the apartment door with his heart racing, but yesterday it was the heart-racing of happiness; today, it was the heart-racing of pure terror. QAQ

Jian Tang gingerly pushed the door open, slipping inside silently like a cat with no footsteps.

As a little monster exceptionally skilled at fleeing, a keen insight into his environment was an instinct etched into his very bones—this was what allowed him to find the best escape route in an instant. So, Jian Tang immediately noticed that the interior furnishings were noticeably different from when he had left that morning.

He froze, staring in surprise at the figure on the sofa.

Could it have been the wife?

While he was out at work, his terrifying wife had actually been diligently at home remodeling the interior decor?

How… how capable.

The youth’s beautiful green eyes swept around curiously. He actually quite liked this style of decor; it was simple and clean yet cozy. Although the room looked a bit empty with so few furnishings, that wasn’t a problem. The two of them could go shopping together and fill their empty home bit by bit—wasn’t that one of the joys of family life?

Jian Tang suddenly felt that he wasn’t quite as panicked as before. He changed his shoes in the entryway and walked toward the living room in his rabbit-eared cotton slippers, an inexplicable sense of confidence welling up inside him.

Don’t be afraid, Jian Tang.
No matter how scary the wife is, she’s still your wife, and you’re the master of this house! You’re the master who bought this place outright with a 100 million credit down payment and loan!
Buck up, Master Jian Tang!

The man on the sofa suddenly looked up and glanced at him.
Jian Tang withered instantly: “…”
Al-although I’m the master, it seems I’m the kind of master who’s afraid of his wife… wuwu.

The man pointed to the spot opposite him on the sofa: “Sit.”
Jian Tang, like a kitten grabbed by the scruff of its neck, sat down obediently.

Feng Xun set the paper he was holding aside and looked at the youth in front of him. In the evening, the System had transmitted his identity file, informing him of his social background and identity in this plane—the foundation for ensuring his seamless integration into human society.

However, the information on the file only contained his own data—there was no mention of a “cohabiting spouse.” This meant that the other party was a local resident, born and bred in this plane, and didn’t require the System to conjure up a brand-new identity background.

Feng Xun’s gaze swept over the youth. Yesterday had been too rushed, and the other party had been nearly unconscious. Strictly speaking, today was the first time they were having a proper “meeting and conversation.”

“What is your name?” Feng Xun asked. Without the System providing data, he knew nothing about his cohabitant.

The youth’s body gave a small shudder, his emerald-green eyes blinking rapidly. He was clearly very nervous.

“I… my name is Jian Tang.”
“Age?”
“Nineteen.”

Feng Xun frowned very slightly. Although he had guessed the other party was young, this was too young. As a Tasker who had successfully survived the supernatural world for nine hundred and ninety-nine years, the thought that the other person wasn’t even a fraction of his own age left Feng Xun speechless.

Nineteen years old—how was this any different from a cub that had just learned to walk? He wanted a normal human life filled with the bustle of daily existence, not a “father-in-name-only” life of raising a cub.

Jian Tang carefully eyed the man’s expression and spoke tentatively.
“What about you?”

Fear aside, he was also very curious about his wife.

“Feng Xun,” the man stated his name, then recalled the information from his identity file. “Twenty-seven.”

Ah… only twenty-seven.

The little monster, who had just turned nine hundred and ninety-nine years old this year, blinked, forming a judgment in his mind.

So small. Still just a baby.

Thinking about it this way, Jian Tang suddenly felt hopeful again: Babies are good, babies are wonderful, babies are highly malleable! As long as I guide him well and cultivate him patiently, letting the scary wife-baby slowly grow into an adorable wife-baby, there’s still hope!

Feng Xun clearly felt the youth’s mood improve. The other party’s head swayed gently, his fuzzy brown hair creating delicate arcs with each movement. He looked very obedient and soft, the kind of person who would feel very nice to pet.

The corners of his flushed lips curled into a smile, his beautiful eyes curved into little crescents, and two little dimples appeared on his powder-soft, peach-like cheeks. He was almost excessively cute.

Feng Xun watched for a moment, then looked away. After a silent pause, he continued his routine questioning.

“Are your family members still around?”

The youth paused, then shook his head.
“I’m alone. I don’t have any family.”

Mm, as expected.

In Feng Xun’s own identity profile, his status was also defined as an orphan whose eighteen generations of ancestors were all dead, as this saved a lot of trouble and significantly reduced the System’s workload. By the same token, a lonely, helpless little pity was naturally a System favorite; otherwise, the System would have to expend effort brainwashing a whole group of people so they wouldn’t find it strange that their “precious little treasure” had suddenly lost his mind and run off to be a child-bride in a strange man’s house.

“Where did you go today?” Feng Xun asked. He didn’t intend to interfere with the other person’s private life, but he was entitled to the basics.

Jian Tang confessed honestly: “I went to work.”

“?”

In Feng Xun’s distant memories, people his own age were still in school. Had the other person already started working for a living? Then again, considering the orphan status, it was perfectly normal to enter society early due to an inability to afford tuition.

“What is your job?”
“Uh…” Jian Tang’s gaze drifted. “I, I am a quality inspector.”

Picking through the useful and useless trash recovered from dungeons—how was that not quality inspection? It has to count. It definitely counts.

Jian Tang didn’t want the other party to focus too much on his work at the monster factory, so he threw the question back.
“What about you?”

The man’s expression became a bit strange. After a long silence, he said: “A teacher.”

Jian Tang’s eyes widened: “Like the kind of teacher who teaches students at a school?”
“Mm.” Thinking of the workplace the System had filled in on his data file, Feng Xun felt a sense of irony. “It’s… a university teacher.”

After seeing the data, he had specifically looked up the school and found it was a comprehensive institution of higher learning located in the nearby university city. It had quite a reputation, and it definitely counted as a decent job.

But the problem was… What was he supposed to teach students? The hundred ways to break a monster’s neck? Or practical tips on how to loot a dungeon until it was squeaky clean?

I don’t get it. I don’t understand why the System arranged this job.

Compared to the confusion of the party involved, Jian Tang was more overwhelmed: Wow! A teacher! And a university teacher at that! My wife is actually a cultured person!

Although Jian Tang had taught himself human language and text, he had never attended human school. In his impression, “teacher” was an impressive profession in the division of human labor, and many humans respected teachers deeply.

My wife is amazing!

Receiving the youth’s glittering, worshipful gaze, Feng Xun looked away silently. Not wanting the other party to focus too much on his “inexplicable” job, he quickly opened the next topic.

“Do you know who I am?” Feng Xun asked. He wanted to test the level of the System’s brainwashing on the youth.

The tag the System gave the other person was “cohabiting spouse,” but what did the youth think of this? What exactly had the System poured into his brain to make him accept, as a matter of course, that he was cohabiting with a strange man?

The youth opened his mouth slightly, clearly surprised by the question. After the surprise, what surfaced in the depths of his eyes was a thick sense of pity and sympathy—as if he were looking at some poor, amnesiac little wretch.

Feng Xun: “?”

“You don’t know who you are, and you can’t remember why you appeared here?”

Jian Tang softened his voice, pointing at his potentially amnesiac wife-baby, then at himself.

“You are my wife, you know. You are the wife I personally brought home.”

Feng Xun: “…”
Feng Xun: “???”

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