My Wife Is The Final Boss-Chapter 997 - 550: Miss Zhu Runs Into Obstacles Everywhere (Double Length)
How much does Xu Chang’an indulge Xiaohua?
Whether it’s his reminders before Xiaohua causes trouble or his gentle scolding while bandaging Xiaohua’s wounds afterwards, Wen Li rarely experiences the beauty of being cared for.
This sense of reassurance and sweetness is something a woman named "Wen Li" cannot feel. After all, for someone like her, living as a Half-Demon Weapon, relying on others means losing oneself.
Therefore, in Xu Chang’an’s eyes, Wen Li appears reliable.
But Yun Qian is different.
Yun Qian has the privilege of being weak—she is always pampered by others, just like Xiaohua. Even if she makes mistakes, even if she gets hurt, she only has to act coquettishly in his arms, and naturally, someone will handle the trouble for her, a young man will bandage her wounds.
The thing Yun Qian initially couldn’t understand was why, when Xu Chang’an saw Xiaohua injured, he softly asked, "Does it hurt?"
She couldn’t understand why Xu Chang’an would ask such a thing.
Of course it hurts.
But if it didn’t hurt, how could one remember the lesson?
But now, Wen Li can understand the emotion of ’being protected’ that Yun Qian hopes for... She perhaps never thought she could understand this.
Moreover...
As her master said, all the sins of being a half-demon are borne by the girl named ’Wen Li’, while the thoroughly divided half of the demon race... is washed clean.
Xiaohua clearly belongs to the demon race, the instigator of the Half-Demon bloodline’s restless urge, but now it neither needs to be burdened with blood-stained hands nor needs to recall a painful past, only needing to leave everything to Wen Li and merely act coquettish towards the young man.
Wen Li gently sighs.
Should I be jealous?
But she can’t bring herself to be jealous, because even though she and Mao’Er are now entirely different entities, she has indeed experienced many emotions through Mao’Er, emotions she might never have experienced in her lifetime.
A girl named Wen Li will never have the chance to be protected by others. She is the Senior of Muyu Peak, and whether it’s junior sisters or junior brothers, it should be her to protect them.
Women need to learn to rely on others.
But Miss Wen doesn’t need to.
Seeing Miss Lu blush as she pointed out that Yun Qian’s desire for protection is coquettishness, Wen Li slightly curled her lips and refocused her gaze on Yun Qian.
Wen Li avoided looking at Yun Qian not because she felt guilty about Xiaohua’s closeness to Xu Chang’an.
She has no reasons to feel guilty.
Concealing half of her identity was a decision made by her master.
After all, if people found out that their Senior once was a half-demon, it might stamp heavily on Muyu Peak’s already low reputation, or...if they discovered that Wen Li could feel Xiaohua’s emotions...
Who knows how Xiaohua would be treated on the mountain by those shameless women.
So, hiding their identities was necessary.
For Wen Li, even if Xu Chang’an and Yun Qian knew Xiaohua was part of her, it wouldn’t matter; compared to herself, Wen Li is more concerned with others’ feelings.
Revealing the truth would cause Xiaohua to lose the young man’s affection.
Now, Xiaohua and she are indeed different, so she has no reason to interfere.
Nearby, there was a conversation between two women.
"Am I being coquettish?" Yun Qian asked, puzzled.
"Yes." Miss Lu replied, face flushed: "That’s not weakness. Don’t overthink it."
"A wife wanting to act coquettishly to her husband is quite common, right?" Yun Qian asked again.
"...Yes..." Miss Lu, so embarrassed she’s ready to burst, replied: "It’s normal."
"..." Wen Li looked at Yun Qian with soft eyes, noticing her tilted head and puzzled expression, suddenly feeling this was not bad.
She never tried to participate in women’s tea parties, nor would any junior sister dare invite her to one—after all, disturbing Senior Wen’s cultivation is considered the gravest offense on Muyu Peak.
But now.
Wen Li picked up the cold tea beside her, and gently sipped it.
Today’s gathering of three women was a makeshift tea party.
She... really liked this atmosphere.
Savoring the tea’s bitterness with a hint of sweetness, Wen Li calmly put down the teacup.
Very much liked it.
Especially.
Miss Lu: "..."
Especially when Miss Lu saw her drinking the cold tea, with a hesitating yet suddenly stopping motion that resonated with Wen Li.
Being worried over by ordinary women, is this how it feels?
"Junior sister, I drank cold tea, it’s fine." Wen Li said calmly.
"I...I know." Miss Lu said, covering her face in embarrassment, wishing to find a spot to hide.
She hadn’t even asked yet...
Still, seeing Wen Li about to drink the tea made her instinctively want to stop her, but recalling Wen Li is an Immortal Sect and unlike Yun Qian, a soft woman, she held back.
Unwilling to be pointed out by Wen Li.
Wen Immortal...she won’t think I lack tact and look down on me, right?
In truth, Miss Lu just has a personality of worrying; she was raised by Zhu Pingniang, absorbing much of her personality.
Yun Qian feels Miss Lu resembles Zhu Pingniang, and similarly resembles Xu Chang’an, thus she likes her very much.
Miss Lu, now embarrassed, quickly sought to change the topic; otherwise, Yun Qian’s gaze would be too much for her.
A mother wouldn’t want her daughter to suffer, right?
