My Wife Is The Final Boss-Chapter 189 - 0136 Miss Yun Begins to Believe in Fate (2-in-1)_2

Miss Yun always seems full of sweet talk, but in reality, she’s quite clumsy.

"By the way, you’ve eaten quite a bit, don’t eat any more." Xu Chang’an looked at the plate with only a few pastries left.

"I’ll just watch the sunrise with you." Yun Qian said, handing Xu Chang’an a half-eaten lotus seed cake obediently.

Xu Chang’an took the cake and took a bite, sighing, "Miss can’t cultivate nowadays... don’t you feel anything?"

"I knew you were still thinking about it." Yun Qian wiped the grease off her hands and said, "I don’t feel anything."

"What do you think of cultivation?" Xu Chang’an took advantage of Yun Qian being full, and her brain digesting the food, to ask her in a "sneak attack," showing that he truly wasn’t a good person.

"I read it in a book you wrote, it said life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor by the heavens..." Yun Qian thought for a moment and said, "Is cultivation about going against heaven?"

Going against heaven means going against the rules.

"Going against heaven? That word sounds so silly, I just casually copied some things in the past, it doesn’t represent my own thoughts." Xu Chang’an said: "The teacher told me the path of immortality is arranged by heaven, the ability for a person to cultivate is bestowed by the Heavenly Dao, there’s no such thing as going against heaven."

"Isn’t cultivation about getting struck by lightning? If you go along with it, why would it strike with lightning." Yun Qian said, recalling the island where she and Xu Chang’an lived, currently surrounded by heavenly lightning.

"I don’t understand it myself." Xu Chang’an said: "However, cultivation itself is in accordance with the heavenly principles, not against them."

"In accordance with the heavenly principles." Yun Qian nodded and then said, "So you earlier said you wanted to return to Beisang City with me, is that following heavenly principles?"

"That’s an excuse I made for my incompetence." Xu Chang’an said calmly, "Miss can’t cultivate, if I can’t find a way to resolve this issue, I can only tell myself to give up cultivation with the words ’What is destined will come, what is not destined cannot be forced’."

That’s the way out he found for himself.

Xu Chang’an considers his advantage to be that he rarely deceives himself, his daily introspection allows him to clearly recognize his "incompetence" and "lack of promise," so he can choose the path most suitable for Yun Qian.

"What is destined will come?" Yun Qian looked at Xu Chang’an’s previous wine cup and said, "I don’t like that statement, if there’s nothing, I still want it... just like how I wanted wine from you."

Xu Chang’an didn’t allow her to drink, yet she still managed to take a sip.

"Such a trivial matter as drinking, how can it be compared to cultivation?" Xu Chang’an felt quite helpless.

"To me, they are the same." Yun Qian said.

"A person with Miss’s disposition naturally doesn’t believe in fate." Xu Chang’an shook his head.

"I’ve never thought about such things." Yun Qian asked puzzledly, "Fate...what is it? Is it the Heavenly Dao you always mention, that follows you around?"

"The Heavenly Dao is the Heavenly Dao, fate is fate."

"I don’t understand."

"The Heavenly Dao is something to be pursued, fate is something predetermined." Xu Chang’an said.

"There’s nothing predetermined in the world." Yun Qian looked at Xu Chang’an’s face as she spoke, and asked, "So, do you believe in fate?" fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

"A little." Xu Chang’an’s gaze was steady: "The fact that I could meet Miss... that is fate."

Believing in fate makes a person seem unpromising, Xu Chang’an thought so too, but after pondering for a while, he realized something.

His fondness for the word "fate" was because fate brought him to Yun Qian.

Just because of this, it had nothing to do with whether he was a weak person.

Sigh.

He really liked Yun Qian.

If fate does exist, then it should allow him to meet Miss Yun in the next life and the life after that too.

So, he didn’t dislike fate.

"The Daoist often says ’one drink and one peck, all is predetermined’... the Buddhist sect also uses it to illustrate cause and destiny... perhaps, a person’s fate is truly predestined by heaven." Xu Chang’an took a sip of wine.

"One drink and one peck? What’s that mean?" Yun Qian didn’t quite understand Xu Chang’an’s words.

Xu Chang’an looked at the fruit plate that Yun Qian had eaten more than half of and her slightly bulging belly, covering his face: "It means every grain of rice a person eats is predestined."

"Could it really be?" Yun Qian thought for a moment: "In that case, I kind of like fate."

"Why?" Xu Chang’an was startled.

"Fate controls how much I can eat." Yun Qian’s eyelashes quivered.

What determined how much she could eat was "fate."

Xu Chang’an made pastries for her, and once he felt she was full, he wouldn’t allow her to eat more.

Thinking about this... Xu Chang’an had just taken away the unfinished lotus seed cake from her hand.

Yun Qian looked at Xu Chang’an and said softly, "In that case, you are my fate, so naturally, I like it."

She never thought before that fate had such a meaning.

——

Xu Chang’an was dazed for a long time before regaining his senses, and he sighed lightly, "I truly admire Miss’s thought process."

"Isn’t there some sense to it?" Yun Qian thought that in the conventional sense, she shouldn’t be governed by fate, but if this fate got specific to Xu Chang’an, then everything made sense.

"There is sense, I admit there is," Xu Chang’an’s face twitched, thinking to himself that he shouldn’t discuss such topics with Yun Qian, it was just asking for suffering.

However, after a conversation like this—

Xu Chang’an had a fondness for fate.

Yun Qian listened to fate even more.

You could say they gained a "common point," call it birds of a feather flock together.

——

The night grew deeper.

The so-called boating to enjoy the scenery, ultimately it focused on people, so amidst Xu Chang’an and Yun Qian’s seemingly unprovoked various topics, time quietly slipped away.

No matter what kind of topic, there comes a time when you’re tired of talking.

Yun Qian held a warm pear juice, sipping slowly, and the fatigue between her brows became more apparent.

Xu Chang’an noticed this, removed the small table in the cabin, and laid down some soft silk.

"I’m tired." Yun Qian yawned.

"Rest at home?" Xu Chang’an asked.

"On your lap." Yun Qian thought he clearly already arranged the environment.

"It’s more comfortable at home."

"I’ll sleep sounder here."

"There’s no helping it, then sleep, there’s still a few hours until sunrise." Xu Chang’an said while looking at the moon directly above, "When day breaks, I will wake you up to watch the sunrise."

"Hmm." Yun Qian nodded, not in a hurry to enjoy any lap pillow, she leaned into Xu Chang’an’s embrace and calmly said, "Does this mean... I can’t escape fate’s embrace?"

"Read less of my nonsensical writings." Xu Chang’an was embarrassed.

"...Hmm." Yun Qian left Xu Chang’an’s embrace, staring blankly into his eyes.

There are indeed fated things in this world.

For instance, he was destined to meet her.

As for whether he was destined to leave, Yun Qian didn’t know, nor did she want to know, because she only cared about the things she wished to know.

Her nails left an imprint in her palm, her serene face showing a hint of paleness, which made Xu Chang’an somewhat puzzled: "Miss, what’s wrong with you?"

"If this is destined, then fate does exist." Yun Qian took a sip of fruit juice, kneeling in front of Xu Chang’an and leaned forward.

"?!"

Xu Chang’an’s eyes suddenly widened, his dark pupils flickering with a slight cloudiness in the cabin.

"..." He tasted a faint pear fragrance, the taste of the pear juice he personally prepared for Yun Qian.

A drizzle fell from the sky, scattering onto the lake, pattering down, shrouding the secret here.

Rain accompanied by moonlight.

——

Before saying goodnight, Yun Qian had another knot in her heart that needed to be untied.

Separated for a long period.

Miss Yun breathed heavily, her eyes closed tightly, her head slightly raised, her eyelashes trembling gently.

Xu Chang’an could no longer hear the rain outside the boat, for now, his mind was filled with a steady drumbeat-like heartbeat.

Yun Qian, catching her breath, earnestly asked Xu Chang’an, "Am I a person with a stiff upper lip?"

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