Chapter 105 (2/2): Am I Really a Primitive?

A green tea who wasn’t disliked needed exceptional skill in subtly influencing others’ emotions without seeming intentional, knowing when to show vulnerability at just the right moment—a curriculum requiring serious cultivation.

Most green teas were narrow-minded, unable to handle large occasions and easily embarrassed.

But Sixin Yan, as a masterful green tea, could calmly manage high-society scenes, silently controlling the situation with her perceptive nature—just as she did when facing Su Luo in the Su family.

Her feigned weakness was a hard-to-decipher strategy.

No matter how much she gritted her teeth, she had to swallow the bitterness of being a green tea.

“I wasn’t doing anything, just playing on my phone,” Su Liumeng said, looking at the screen and casually turning it off.

If I saw the items before purchase, I’d get suspicious and create trouble.

No need to be counterproductive.

I said nothing, just watched her.

After a moment, I turned over and pulled the blanket over the head resting on the opposite sofa.

A little aggrieved.

I knew Su Liumeng hiding things from me had her reasons.

As two people who had been through a lot, I still had fundamental trust in her.

But still—

I felt a little slighted.

Slowly, I stroked my belly, my eyes showing emotional complexity.

Was it the intense mood swings of pregnancy?

It was such a small matter, yet I felt an urge to argue.

“Mom, the baby’s here, don’t be upset. Even if she doesn’t tell you, Sizhi has ways to know…”

Before I could stop her, I heard Sizhiruo’s soft voice echoing in my mind again.

“Report, Mom. According to Sizhi Scout’s investigation, the bad woman was shopping in the mall, buying thirty-nine items in total, thirty-six of which are books. About three or four look like popular science books, covers resembling medical textbooks… The rest have covers with a scantily clad woman, heavily made up. Sizhi doesn’t like flashy cheap goods, so she didn’t open them. Besides that, there are three devices that can hold batteries and be charged. I don’t know what they are; I hurried back to report without checking.”

“Sizhi Scout, report complete.”

Sizhi’s proud voice entered my mind.

My whole body stiffened on the spot, then my face instantly flushed red.

I knew I shouldn’t have let Sizhi look.

Now it was too late to stop her; all I could do was grit my teeth in secret.

Su Liumeng! You’re really something.

Why didn’t I know… when did you become so desperate?

What we do in private is one thing.

Now you’re spoiling the child—this I can’t tolerate.

No wonder you were hiding and didn’t want me to see what you were doing on your phone.

“Daughter.”

“Don’t look inside those books, and don’t try to find out what those battery devices are for.”

“Daughter promises to complete the mission.”

Sizhiruo smiled inside the spirit sea.

What’s this? It seems like something fun is about to happen.

Ah~ who’s in for a big disaster? Sizhi has no idea.

I threw off the blanket, walked over to Su Liumeng, and stretched out my small hand.

A pale palm slowly opened before Su Liumeng, my cold voice making her heart skip.

“Su Liumeng, hand it over.”

Su Liumeng looked at my expression, a sudden chill sinking deep.

She seemed doomed.

Reluctantly, she handed over the phone.

My face showed no expression as I took Su Liumeng’s hand, sitting down on the sofa with her, then lying back on her lap.

I tilted slightly so she could see the screen alongside me.

Su Liumeng was tense, like a prisoner awaiting execution.

She silently reflected on herself.

Next time, she wouldn’t do this again.

An expressionless Sixin Yan was truly terrifying.

I tapped the screen open and suddenly sighed.

The girl’s soft sigh echoed nearby—not anger, but more like a bit of heartache.

I grabbed a few of Su Liumeng’s fingers and looked up at her chin.

“Did you buy these things because I can’t be with you on the wedding night? Because I didn’t fulfill my duty as a wife?”

“Can you wait a few more months?”

Su Liumeng was stunned.

No storm of fury, no expected scolding—only these words.

Maybe.

Sixin Yan really had been angry.

But she calmed all her emotions with reason.

She was not unreasonable.

I tapped an icon on the screen, pinching Su Liumeng’s fingers, guiding her to look at the items.

My tone was gentler than ever.

“Look, these things… I’m not saying you can’t buy them, but you can’t buy them in front of me.

Because the baby can see, you should know that, right?”

“You are my only partner.

I don’t want you to set a bad example for my daughter.”

“As her mother, you should be someone close to her and set an example.”

“Understand?”

Tilting my head, I canceled several items but left most untouched.

Then I seriously looked at Su Liumeng.

“Jiujiu, what do you think?”

“Spare me.”

Reasonable Sixin Yan was also devastating.

“I’m guilty,” Su Liumeng felt utterly embarrassed, wishing she could slap herself.

I held the back of her hand, pressed my head against her belly, basking in the warmth.

My gentle voice flowed softly.

“Baby, can you wait a few more months?”

Su Liumeng actually wanted to say:

She only wanted to do educational science popularization, not urgently consummate.

But since it came to this, she didn’t want to explain more.

Letting the baby see things she shouldn’t was her fault, no matter the reason.

Always misunderstood as having overwhelming desire, Su Liumeng felt a faint bitterness she could never explain, swallowing it down.

She didn’t speak of her troubles or say she didn’t actually mind waiting but just needed distractions.

Instead, she simply admitted it all in one breath.

“Sorry.”

Su Liumeng gently hugged me and slowly closed her eyes.

“It’s okay. I’m not mad… I just suddenly felt a little angry because the baby saw. It’s not finished yet; just be more careful next time,” I said, tracing a faint smile.

“The baby doesn’t see everything. She rarely takes interest in anything and usually sleeps most of the time. Only during the day when it’s too boring does she occasionally peek out.”

“I know…” Su Liumeng murmured inside, realizing that from now on, she’d have to ask if the baby was asleep before whispering sweet nothings.

Inside the spirit sea,

The little bundle’s hoped-for fight didn’t happen.

Instead, she bit a green leaf in anger, nearly swallowing it before realizing it was her own blanket, reluctantly releasing it.

“Damn bad woman. How can Mom love you so much? Even I, as the baby, feel jealous.”

At this rate,

When will she fulfill her plan of capturing two hundred little fairies to keep Mama warm?

The little bundle took out her last secret book.

The cover bore an outrageous title, like a two-cent pirated novel from a street stall.

This book must never be given away.

It was her treasure.

The book wasn’t bought by Sixin Yan either.

It was copied and pasted using the art of blurring reality from a stall during a night market stroll by Sizhiruo’s quick hands.

She had already learned many little tips on repaying her mother’s kindness.

During her dull days in the Su family, she mostly read these books.

For example, the plan involving two hundred little fairies was one she’d learned.

After a while, I drank a bowl of nutritious soup and finally felt better.

Pregnancy was no time to get angry.

Otherwise, there would be direct consequences.

I had been controlling my emotions, and after drinking the soothing soup, my mood finally relaxed.

After Su Liumeng’s lesson, she became unusually quiet and behaved as if she had no thoughts.

My gaze fell on the ring engraved with my name on Su Liumeng’s finger.

A few abbreviated Dao patterns shimmered beneath the crystal-clear surface.

I felt heavy and sluggish after eating.

Usually, I would rest a long time after meals before walking.

Su Liumeng, sitting opposite on the sofa, changed posture as I stood slightly.

“Be careful.”

I walked slowly, only a few meters but took over twenty seconds.

Finally, I steadied myself on the sofa edge and sat down.

“You could’ve just called me over instead of coming here,” Su Liumeng said, tenderly taking my small hand. “Come, sit slowly.”

“I just suddenly thought… maybe I misunderstood you,” I said, lowering my eyes.

In the quiet, it seemed we were both feeling each other’s emotions.

“Jiujiu, do I often misunderstand things?”

My tone was affirmative, phrasing as a question.

This wasn’t a question but a statement I firmly believed.

Before marriage, I often misunderstood many things because of wild thoughts.

How could similar misunderstandings not happen after marriage?

But Su Liumeng never talked about it.

That didn’t mean—

It never happened.

While eating, I had sensed a faint trace of loss and loneliness in her mood.

Though we ate together, she seemed lost in her own world.

“I thought carefully.”

“You’re not someone without boundaries, and you wouldn’t act rashly during my pregnancy.

So calling you overly eager is unreasonable.”

Though I didn’t say it aloud, the meaning was the same inside.

“Besides, you buying things on your phone, Sizhi only peeked because I wanted to know.

You didn’t intend it deliberately and didn’t know Sizhi could spy.

Ignorance is no crime.

How could I blame you without cause and then pretend to be forgiving?”

I spoke seriously.

Feeling Su Liumeng’s mood during the meal, I had reflected on recent events and discovered details I hadn’t known.

My pretty lashes trembled in the light.

Sensing my mood shifts, Su Liumeng lightly patted my back.

“Alright, I don’t really mind.

Being misunderstood by the baby is something she’s used to.

She truly… doesn’t care.”

“No!” I raised my voice.

“You don’t care, but I do.

I don’t want you to suffer any grievance.”

Recalling what happened earlier, from my own perspective,

if I hadn’t seriously thought about it afterward, I could have easily fallen into similar misunderstandings during emotional moments.

Because the world I see is only from my side’s visual perspective—not necessarily objective.

It would generate many biased emotions influenced by personal views.

“So—what does the baby want me to do?” Su Liumeng gently stroked the hair at my back, speaking softly.

“Haven’t I said? Next time, if something like this happens, you can talk to me.

Don’t keep it all inside.

Any grievances or plans, just tell me.”

I suddenly struggled up, biting my wrist with my cute little tiger teeth.

“I’m your wife.

If after marriage you suffer grievances and don’t tell me… don’t you consider me your wife?

This bite mark is your punishment.”

“This time, I must bite you.”

Su Liumeng was silent for a moment.

After marriage, her worries seemed to increase.

She often feared expressing her thoughts would cause Sixin Yan to overthink.

Countless times after being misunderstood, she wouldn’t even want to share the bitterness.

She already had a wife, not a masochist.

When alone before, she could understand digesting things on her own.

But after marriage, why bear it all silently?

She was just too afraid of Sixin Yan’s sensitive nature spiraling out of control.

But on reflection,

two people married were truly family.

If conflicts arise, shouldn’t they face them together and work them out?

Her behavior seemed tolerant and considerate, but she had planted a hidden landmine in the marriage.

When the two closest people lose communication, that’s the real taboo.

It only widens the distance.

Therefore, even if speaking out would cause some impact, enough communication was necessary.

What impact could there be?

With open communication and understanding, what problems or difficulties couldn’t be overcome?

Su Liumeng thought hard and finally planned to speak her heart.

“Baby, your personality is too old-fashioned, almost like a primitive from feudal society.

It makes me feel like I have no married-life experience.

I think there’s room to improve, so I bought some books, hoping you’d understand the modern mindset.”

I…

Old-fashioned!?!

Well, I do admit that.

But calling me a primitive from feudal society?

That’s a bit much.

Is the truth… really like that?

My increasingly cute little face visibly froze.

Limited by my own cognitive boundaries,

I seemed never to have seriously considered this question or its impact.

So… am I a primitive?

If I’m primitive and Su Liumeng is modern, would things I think are normal after marriage be seen by her as totally lacking charm?

No answer yet; I kept pondering.

Anyway, I still found it hard to believe I was a “primitive” in others’ eyes.

A bit absurd.

Wait—

Lost in thought, I suddenly bumped into Su Liumeng’s forehead.

Unlike the dragon horns I’d seen, the place I touched was soft.

No trace of a half-dragon body.

Su Liumeng watched the girl’s serious contemplation.

Her long-held grievances seemed finally about to be vented.

She had planned countless times—

And it seemed finally time to start.

How to change the feudal personality of a primitive wife.