A Little Monster With A Wife Is Amazing – CH9

Chapter 9: “Wife, do you want to…”

After a meal, Jian Tang updated his “Master of the House” memorandum—
Terrifying wife cooks delicious food; wife-baby is good.
Terrifying wife chats with me; wife-baby is good.
Terrifying wife is incorrigible; as Master, I bear full responsibility.
Summary in one sentence: As the Master of this house, I need to keep working hard! The future is full of promise!

Dinner over, Feng Xun declined the help of his nineteen-year-old cub and began to clean up the table. He tossed out the leftovers, wiped the grease from the plates with paper towels, and loaded the dirty dishes into the dishwasher. Afterward, he washed the cloth, wiped the table, and cleaned away every trace of the residual chicken blood in the kitchen.

While these daily chores were trivial and even a bit boring, the foundation of a normal human life was built on a vast amount of such trivialities and boredom. Add to that the occasional alternating laughter or sorrow, joy and worry, highs and lows, and the fantasies and prospects for the unknown road ahead—whether anticipated or feared—and it eventually composed a life that was quite flavorful.

After finishing, Feng Xun turned off the lights in the kitchen and dining area. As he walked out, he saw the youth peeking around the doorway of the bathroom. Seeing him, the youth’s eyes brightened instantly; he had clearly been waiting for him.

“What is it?” Feng Xun asked.

“Wife, do you… ah no, Feng Xun, do you want to take a bath with me?”

Jian Tang had just toured the apartment and was particularly satisfied with the large, round bathtub in the bathroom—as a clean-freak little monster, what could be more enjoyable than soaking in clean, hot water and getting all clean and fragrant? He had originally planned to enjoy it alone, but looking at the size of the tub, which could easily accommodate two or three people, the little monster had a sudden flash of inspiration: Why not invite the wife to wash together?

Sharing happiness is better than enjoying it alone. Besides, the wife had said they weren’t close yet, but if they soaked and stewed together in the hot water, wouldn’t they become close?

Jian Tang looked full of expectation. Feng Xun raised an eyebrow slightly and walked over.

“Are you sure?”
He stopped directly in front of the youth and stood still.

Jian Tang tilted his head back, his mouth slightly agape. Earlier, the two of them had either been separated by a distance or both sitting down, so Jian Tang hadn’t deeply perceived the significant difference in their physiques. Now that the tall, formidable man was standing right before him—so close it was practically a “wall-pin”—Jian Tang felt an incredibly oppressive shadow looming over him like a net of heaven and earth, sealing him in without a breath of air.

Not to mention, when the man lowered his gaze to stare deeply at him, although there was no hostility in those smoke-gray eyes, only a trace of a half-smiling sneer, Jian Tang still felt an unprecedented crisis, as if he had been targeted by some ferocious, violent beast.

“…………”

The youth shifted his legs and, like a startled little crab, scurried sideways past the man and flew into the bathroom, slamming the door shut with a “Bang.”

Hearing the click of the lock from inside, the smile that had been hovering in the man’s eyes couldn’t help but spread to the corners of his mouth.

Intimidating a nineteen-year-old cub was mean, but teasing him once in a while was actually quite interesting. He smiled lightly and turned to leave.

Inside the bathroom, Jian Tang tearfully dove into the bathtub, sinking to the bottom to blow sad bubbles.
So scary, so scary, so scary.
How can there be such a terrifying, terrifying wife in this world!! QAQ

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By the time Jian Tang finished his bath, it was time for bed.

He dried his hair, changed his clothes, and dawdled in the bathroom for a long time. Hearing that there was no movement outside, he finally opened the bathroom door and poked a fuzzy head out. The lights in the kitchen and living room were already off, leaving only a small wall lamp in the corner. Through the dim orange light, Jian Tang saw that the door to Feng Xun’s room was closed, with only a sliver of light spilling out from beneath the door crack.

Wife hasn’t slept yet.

Jian Tang hesitated, abandoned the idea of going to say goodnight, and quietly slipped back into his own room.

The apartment had a layout of two halls, two bedrooms, a kitchen, a bathroom, and a balcony. Back at the dinner table, the two had negotiated the room allocation—they would share the common areas, but regarding private space, Feng Xun would take the slightly larger master bedroom, and Jian Tang would take the slightly smaller secondary bedroom. They would each stay in their own rooms at night, not disturbing each other.

Jian Tang had zero objections to this arrangement. Although the powerful Great Demon in the Book of Destiny slept in the same bed with his adorable wife and got a sweet goodnight kiss every night, a book was a book, and reality was reality. At this stage, Jian Tang wouldn’t dare sleep in the same room as his terrifying wife.

The thought of that scene was terrifying enough—it was even more harrowing than sleeping in the same bed as his temperamental, crazy boss. He wouldn’t dare try it even if he had eight hundred guts. =?=

Jian Tang turned on the light, and a soft, warm glow poured down.

Compared to the morning, this little room had undergone many changes: the curtains were replaced with his favorite green ones, covered by a layer of green gauze for better light-blocking; the small chandelier on the ceiling had been changed into a lily-of-the-valley design, with white little bells hanging in the air, exceptionally cute. A desk and chair had been added to the corner, with an embedded white storage compartment above it where he could put things or books.

A pair of doll throw pillows sat on the head of the bed, and the wardrobe was filled with bedding and linens in Jian Tang’s favorite colors and patterns—they were soft and skin-friendly, the kind of “good stuff” he hadn’t even dared to imagine before.

Jian Tang carefully examined every item in the room and had completely fallen in love with it—only at this moment did he truly feel: Ah, I’ve finally come home.

How wonderful.
How beautiful, how cozy, how safe, how happy.
This is his home.

Jian Tang threw himself onto the soft, large bed, rolling back and forth happily, kicking his legs in the air in excitement. Only when he had tossed and turned enough did he stop, breathless.

A big smile still hung on his face. His emerald-green eyes reflected the lily-of-the-valley chandelier hanging from the ceiling. After being quiet for a while, he flipped over and sat up.

Jian Tang fished his old-fashioned phone out of the pocket of the clothes he’d changed out of. After pressing a string of letter commands, the System’s blue panel popped up in front of him.

Every supernatural monster who had run a dungeon possessed the authority to open the System interface, but Jian Tang had only run one dungeon over a hundred years ago—that was his only experience with dungeons to date—because he didn’t usually have a use for it, he rarely opened this panel.

Now he opened it to retrieve something from the storage space that came with this panel.

Jian Tang tapped a few times on the panel, and the icons on the blue light screen all disappeared, leaving behind only a palm-sized small door. Pulling the door open, there was a tiny independent space inside, large enough only to hold one book—in fact, that was exactly what it contained.

Jian Tang solemnly and affectionately took his Book of Destiny—My Adorable Wife—out of the System space and held it in his hands. Although this book was immensely significant, it was, after all, just an ordinary human book. After 999 years of time, no matter how carefully Jian Tang had maintained it, the pale pink cover had developed wear and tear, and the pages inside had become dark yellow and brittle. Every time he turned a page, he had to be extremely gentle and careful.

Jian Tang carefully turned the cover. On the front flyleaf, there was a large splash of dark red bloodstains. These stains had been there from the beginning; they had soaked through most of the flyleaf, covering the original handwriting. To this day, Jian Tang didn’t know what the content on the flyleaf was. Although it didn’t prevent him from reading the main text that followed, this tiny flaw had always been a small regret in Jian Tang’s heart.

Turning past the flyleaf, the second page was the author’s preface.

The content of that short page was already etched into Jian Tang’s heart, but he still liked to read it over and over again, earnestly and devoutly. He never tired of reading it, no matter how many times.

[I am an ugly monster.]
[I am clumsy, cowardly, dark, and twisted, like the stinking maggots in a sewer, disgusting to behold.]
[I hate this world.]
[Because this world gave birth to such an ugly me.]
[But she told me, it wasn’t like that.]
[She said, that she descended into my life like a gift, not because of the profundity of fate, but because she was attracted to me. Because one of the laws of this world is that people with similar souls will attract each other.]
[This is truly an absurd joke. Could it be she means that I, too, have a pure and beautiful soul like hers, like an angel on earth?]
[I don’t believe it.]
[I don’t believe a single punctuation mark of it.]
[But I couldn’t bear to make her sad, so I smiled and said: Yes, Wife, everything you say is right.]
[I didn’t want to let the beautiful angel depart in disappointment, so I could only pretend that I, too, was an angel… No, being an angel is too hard. I’d better try to be a human first.]
[But I am only a monster, a stupid and ugly monster.]
[I can never be a human; I can only drape myself in human skin, clumsily mimicking the appearance of other humans, striving to be a “normal” person who just barely passes.]
[I think I must have succeeded.]

The orange light from the bedside lamp spilled onto the pages. The man leaning against the headboard read this “preface” quietly.

Compared to the copy of My Adorable Wife in Jian Tang’s hands, the copy in the man’s hands, because he had paid a high price to have the System perform preservation treatment on it, remained as brand new as ever, even after being read countless times and having passed more than nine hundred years. One could even smell the faint, fresh scent of printing ink.

[But a lie is a lie, a disguise is a disguise, and in the end, I was exposed.]
[I am just an ugly monster; I am not a normal human.]
[I messed everything up. I thought the angel would leave me, but she was only surprised for a moment, and then she laughed.]
[She stripped away my disguise and said with a smile: Darling, what are you doing?]
[She said: Is this some kind of new imitation show? Why are you trying to imitate being a normal human?]
[She said: Of course, if this is your hobby, I respect you, and I won’t interfere.]
[She also said: But Darling, please remember, whether you are a monster or a human, I love you, I love you very much.]
[To this day, I’ve thought about it, and I still hate this world.]
[It’s just that, it doesn’t seem to be as deep a hatred as before.]
[Because, while this world gave birth to such a dark and ugly me, it also gave birth to such a beautiful and adorable her.]
[I love her, and she loves me. She said, this is called being a match made in heaven.]
[This time, I believed it.]
[I believe every punctuation mark of it.]
[Yes, we are a match made in heaven.]
[A terrifying monster and an adorable angel.]
[We are, a match made in heaven.]

The man stared at these words for a long time, his smoke-gray eyes calm and waveless, with no discernable emotion.

After a long while, he reached out and gently turned the pages to the front flyleaf. Unlike the version Jian Tang held, the flyleaf of the book in the man’s hands was not stained with blood, so the words written upon it were clearly visible.

—[When the world is annihilated and vanishes.]
—[When time ceases to exist.]
—[When people have forgotten everything.]
—[The story of love will still remain.]

Below this text was a line of bolded, ornate font—very special, very eye-catching.

—[This book is dedicated to my beloved late wife.]
—[The adorable her lives forever in my heart, forever.]

In the lower right corner of the flyleaf, there was also a line of handwritten text. It consisted of only a dozen characters, yet it had gone through the transition from the vigorous penmanship at the beginning to the weak, feeble handwriting at the end—as if someone had used every last ounce of their life’s strength to leave behind this final testament.

—[This book is also dedicated to our shared, beloved child, Feng Xun.]

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