โMom.โ
โYour mood these past few daysโฆ has something been seriously wrong?โ
I gazed out the window at the still snow-white clouds below.
Ahead was a vast stretch of pitch-black thunderclouds, and the passenger plane seemed on the verge of flying straight into them.
โI donโt knowโฆ probably, a little bit.โ
I picked up the juice on the table and gulped it down in big mouthfuls.
โMiss, please drink more slowly.โ
โDonโt worry about me.โ I just suddenly wanted to drink juice like it was alcohol; such bold actions always helped relieve some pressure.
I waved toward Chunqiao and fixed my gaze back on the dark clouds outside.
It had nothing to do with my daughter being bullied.
It was simply that my murderous intent had grown stronger.
Could it beโฆ that what Old Dao said wasnโt entirely false?
Carrying Sizhiruoโdid that mean I would also be influenced by her, that the violent emotions belonging to the fierce ghost would somehow be woven into my underlying code?
This world had no demons, no demon cultivators as in novels.
Countless righteous cultivators merely regarded ghost cultivators as a type of demon.
Besides those, there were the notoriously vile evil cultivators.
Together, the two were what Daoists called โdemons and devils.โ
The Thirteen Ancestors once guarded near the Boundary Monument, also to prevent evil cultivators from other worlds from entering and causing destruction.
Evil cultivators were the cruelest group.
One famous artifactโthe Ten Thousand Souls Bannerโwas forged with the blood of countless people.
โWhat are you thinking about?โ Su Liumeng came up behind me, standing behind the sofa and massaging my shoulders.
I instinctively closed my eyes, enjoying the brief moment of tranquility.
โNothing.โ
โJust talking with my daughter.โ
At the sound of the word โdaughter,โ Su Liumengโs eyes flickered with some change.
To this day, Su Liumeng still couldnโt understand how an unborn baby could possess primordial energy.
Even without descending into the world, the mere overflow of her aura had already shortened the lifespan of a supreme expertโthe Thirteen Ancestorsโby several months.
Moreover,
how had Sixin Yan gotten pregnant with this all-powerful baby?
She had no way of knowing.
Sixin Yan had only told her there was such a daughter; she never explained any other details.
Not understanding and not accepting were two different things.
For Su Liumeng, it was enough to know that this was Sixin Yanโs daughter; the rest didnโt matter.
โThanks, Jiujiu, can you massage a bit longer? I want to sleep.โ
My face had put on a good deal of flesh; although not yet chubby, it was clearly soft to the touch.
Su Liumeng resisted the urge to pinch my cheeks from behind.
โArenโt you going to bed?โ
โNo, this sofa is big and very comfortable.โ
I hugged a small pillow, resting my head against one side of the sofa, and soon fell asleep.
Chunqiao and Chunlan, the two maids, were flying for the first time in their lives.
They were born inside the secret realm and had never left the Su family ancestral residence before.
This was their first time in the modern world; everything was novel and exciting.
If their young mistress hadnโt fallen asleep, they would have been chirping nonstop.
โDonโt just sit idle; weโll talk more when we return. The plane still has a few hours before landing. Sixin Yan will only sleep for two hours; sheโll be hungry when she wakes up. Chunqiao, prepare a maternity meal for your young mistress. Chunlan, clean the cabin front and back to avoid any irritating smells.โ
โYes, maโam.โ
โYes, maโam.โ
The two young maids had barely enjoyed their excitement before Su Liumeng assigned tasks.
Only at night could they relax and chat about their experiences in modern society.
Su Liumeng was holding a book, sitting on the sofa opposite Sixin Yan.
Suddenly realizing she had returned to the real world and her phone should have regained signal, she tossed the ancient book onto the coffee table and eagerly unlocked her phone.
Ding dong.
Ding dong.
Ding dongโ
Having not turned on her phone for nearly a month, she was immediately bombarded with countless messages.
Su Liumeng nearly went mad from the notification sounds and hurriedly pressed mute.
Unlike Sixin Yanโs dull social circle, Su Liumeng knew many people.
As the current heir of the Su family, she attended various family events, and the number of people she had to add had filled her contacts and WeChat list.
Ignoring other messages, Su Liumeng opened a posting app.
After browsing, she focused on a relatively niche group with similar interests.
With a few quick taps, she posted her question.
ใQuestion: Married life with my wife is too dull. How can I fix this?ใ
ใPosterโs note: My wifeโs personality is very close to an ancient personโs, strictly following rulesโeven when bathing, she dips her head completely underwater.ใ
ใAdditional note: How can I get her to accept stockingsโฆ these modern products?ใ
ใFriendly reminder: She has never worn stockings once.ใ
ใLastly, Iโm puzzled. The wedding night is over, but the most intimate daily interaction is just kissing. Is this normal?ใ
ใDue to my wifeโs conservative nature, even kisses have strict time limits. Once the timer ends, we can only interact again the next day. Is this normal?ใ
Su Liumeng was a little anxious.
She was utterly helpless regarding their baby.
She could only hope that the all-knowing netizens would come up with a way to change Sixin Yanโs mindset.
Everyone knew that changing oneโs perception was as hard as altering oneโs core values.
She stared at the sofa in front of her.
Even when sleeping on the sofa, the girl would take a blanket and cover her legs and feet, not allowing anyone to see.
Who was the โanyoneโ here?
The answer was obvious.
From the perspective of the feudal Su family,
among the three people present (excluding the one piloting the plane and dead Sixin Yan), only Su Liumeng counted as a person.
In feudal society, maids simply werenโt considered people.
Therefore, there was no need to be reserved around maids.
Even bathing and consummation were done with maids standing aside to serve.
Though Sixin Yanโs mindset was close to ancient times, she had never been a proper young lady and was naturally unwilling to let maids bathe her or attend her closely in the room; she was slightly unaccustomed to this.
Apart from this, there was really no difference from an ancient person.
Su Liumeng was now quite troubled, very troubled indeed.
Her eyes looked mournful as she stared at the girlโs beautiful sleeping face, her gaze burning a hole through the pure white blanket.
No kisses, fine.
Even while sleeping, she was covered tightlyโno beautiful white legs to be seen, not a single shadow.
Not to mention the jade-like feet Su Liumeng longed for, completely hidden beneath the blanket.
Red veins seemed to form in Su Liumengโs eyes.
No, noโ
If she kept thinking this way,
sheโd soon explode on the spot.
And they were still on the plane; if she exploded, there wouldnโt even be a place to deal with it.
Su Liumeng forced herself to look away from the girlโs delicate, shapely body little by little.
โMiss, are you all right?โ
Chunqiao, just finishing preparing ingredients and about to get eggs from the fridge, saw Su Liumengโs unnatural expression.
โMy neck hurts a bit,โ Su Liumeng replied casually.
In front of the maid, she couldnโt admit they were still at the kissing and holding hands stage.
Su Liumengโs careful words made Chunqiaoโs eyes flicker, but she dared not meddle in her young mistressโs affairs.
She could only respectfully bow and tiptoe to open the fridge, then return silently to the kitchen side.
The plane had a small kitchen; though equipped with tools, it couldnโt produce a full feast.
Basic meals were no problem.
Chunqiao, qualified as a personal maid, could fill in for the chef at any time without issue.
She had learned hundreds of dishes, as well as various desserts and appetizers.
High-salt pickled radish was definitely unsuitable for her young mistress, so after a brief thought, Chunqiao tossed the radish into the trash.
After finishing cleaning, Chunlan came to help her sister in the kitchen.
Chunlan hadnโt learned as much.
Because Chunqiaoโs mother was once a personal maid,
Chunqiao was more trusted by the masterโs family and had been groomed as a top-tier maid from shortly after birth.
โChunqiao, youโre amazing. You know everything.โ
Chunlan looked at Chunqiaoโs adept slicing and plating with starry-eyed admiration.
Chunqiao smiled, โWhen youโre as old as me, youโll be just as good.โ
Su Liumeng didnโt check the postโs backend but opened WeChat to look at messages, most of which were from Yue Fangzhi.
After a momentโs thought, she replied:
ใYueyue, Iโm already married.ใ
ใTo the only person I loveโฆใ
Yue Fangzhi quickly replied:
ใI know that, I know. The whole cultivation circle is buzzing about Su family heir Su Liumeng forming a Daoist partnership with a girl, officially certified by the Heavenly Dao. So many are envious.ใ
ใWuwuwu, seeing you so happy, finally united with your beloved, makes me so gladโฆ I watched the Su family wedding projection on the 20th and cried all day from excitement.ใ
ใToo bad my familyโs too small to attend the wedding; otherwise, Iโd have loved to see the brideโs breathtaking beauty in person.ใ
ใBy the way, Iโve been keeping your wedding gift at home. When you return to the capital, Iโll deliver it to you myself.ใ
Su Liumeng smiled lightly, โIโll look forward to the gift. As forโฆ her, youโll definitely meet her. Didnโt you two add each other on WeChat? Havenโt you exchanged a few words? Sheโs probably a bit shy; not sure if sheโll meet you. If possible, Iโll mention it to her.โ
Yue Fangzhi: ใWeโve talked a few times, all about you. She doesnโt seem to have much of a personal life; her Moments page is always empty.ใ
Talking about Sixin Yan, Su Liumengโs face rarely showed a fond smile.
ใNot just Moments, she barely has friends.ใ
ใMaybe because of her personality. Sheโs guarded against everyone from childhood, and combined with her taciturn nature, she doesnโt have many close friends. Over time, itโs become like this.ใ
ใYou better help her meet more peopleโฆ Oh right, almost forgot you two are true childhood sweethearts, inseparable since youthโฆ Ahhh, can you stop making me so jealous? Seeing you so happy after marriage makes me want to find my own partner.ใ
ใYou could try.ใ
Su Liumengโs brows furrowed with a hint of worry.
She hadnโt told her closest friend about her married life, not even to hide a flawless image.
She had her own troubles.
But these words, she couldnโt bring herself to say to someone she knew well.
At most, she could only wear a mask among strangers and open up a little online.
Yue Fangzhi continued:
ใYouโve updated your personal blog for so many years; now that itโs reaching the grand finale, wonโt you share your marriage news with them?ใ
Hearing this, Su Liumengโs worried expression finally eased.
โOf course, Iโll give them a happy ending. After following so many updates, itโs only right to deliver a satisfying conclusion.โ
Yue Fangzhi: ใOK, Iโm the first to wait for the follow-up. Also looking forward to your babyโs stunning beautyโsurely a rare celestial beauty. Otherwise, how could Jiujiu be so captivated, losing appetite and sleep?ใ
ใStop rambling. Youโll see when you meet her. Almost forgot to tell youโher personality is quite introverted and probably doesnโt like jokes from others. You must remember this and not make her angry.ใ
ใGot it. Ah, Jiujiu has turned into a total wife-pampering maniacโno longer cute at all.ใ
Yue Fangzhi sighed. Who would have thought Su Liumeng had such a tender side?
Spoiling oneโs wifeโwhatโs wrong with that?
Su Liumeng wasnโt frustrated but proud.
She had a wife; those without one couldnโt spoil anyone, so let the jealous talk.
The girl on the sofa stirred slightly, the blanket slipping off naturally to reveal a stretch of snow-white arm.
Su Liumeng moved like lightning, suddenly leaning forward, pulling the blanket back up without even a secondโs pause.
The woolen blanket sliding over skin gave a tingling sensation.
I slowly opened my eyes, my long lashes fluttering as I looked at the girl before me in confusion.
โSu Liumeng? Are youโฆ trying to ambush me while Iโm asleep?โ
I opened my big eyes, clearly a little annoyed.
โโฆโ
Su Liumeng immediately protested.
She felt more wronged than Dou E.
She rapidly searched her mind for words to explain why she was so close.
I pouted, โForget it. I guess you donโt have bad intentions.โ
โMaybe you just want to get closer to me.โ
Joy flowed deep inside Su Liumengโs heart; sheโd always hoped for closeness.
Sixin Yan wasnโt completely incomprehensible, so that meantโ
Although no further steps had been taken, some things that wouldnโt harm the baby could still be done.
Su Liumeng was very eager and, excited, picked up the conversation.
โThenโฆ can Iโโ
Before she finished, I made a big X gesture and firmly interrupted, โNo means no. We just kissed yesterday. We already kissed. What else do you want?โ
โโฆโ
Su Liumeng finally realized.
Not only was Sixin Yanโs understanding different, it was profoundly so.
What Su Liumeng considered โa kissโ was barely a shallow display of affection.
But in Sixin Yanโs worldview, this was already very intimate interaction.
Beyond that, what more intimate actions there might be existed only as a vague notion in her mind.
In Sixin Yanโs eyes, intimate behavior had only one outcome:
What two people did on their wedding night.
Everything else was completely unknown.
Therefore,
with Sizhiruoโs presence in mind, Sixin Yan couldnโt think of what else to do and repeatedly rejected any advances.
This feedback to Su Liumeng meant silence and bitterness again and again.
After understanding this, Su Liumeng felt a little less bitter inside, though still very bitter.
Knowing the root cause allowed her to come up with specific solutions.
At this moment of ease,
I exhaled and, meeting Su Liumengโs still wistful gaze, suddenly said, โItโs nothing. I wasnโt thinking anything.โ
Su Liumeng turned over and sat on the other side of the sofa, pulling out her phone and ordering a large number of items, mostly books.
โYouโฆ playing on your phone and hiding it from me?โ
I stared at her silhouette with a calm tone.
But Su Liumeng knew this meant I was about to get angry.
My eyes showed no specific emotion.
I kept the posture of just waking up, gripping the blanketโs edge tighter.
Whenever I woke up, Su Liumeng always sat beside my bed and habitually talked to meโnot just giving a perfunctory word and then running off to play on her phone out of my sight.
So,
something I didnโt know was happening.
Having gradually adapted to this life, I was almost a qualified girl now.
Whether it was my sixth sense or daily habits, I was even flawless compared to Su Liumeng, my mother-turned-wife.
What did this directly cause?
Even when speaking in a clear, crisp voice and staying quietly by her side, I could give my partner enormous psychological pressure with a calm gaze.
Su Liumengโs arm stiffened.
She nearly forgot that her little ancestor was a psychology master.
Few could match Sixin Yanโs ability to observe subtle emotional changes.
After all, a little green tea wouldnโt know how to read the room.
Being talkative and coquettish was just basic ability.
The most important skill was understanding what others cared about, liked, and their personality.
Knowing what to say and do to sway othersโ emotions to your side was crucial.
Green tea wasnโt something just anyone could beโit was a deep, complex study.
Most green teas were disliked.