After Encountering My Deceased Wife, I Became the Male Lead's Love Rival - Chapter 26.1

Chapter 26.1: No Kisses Allowed

 

The woman, who let out a yelp and jumped in place from being pinched, frantically rubbed her waist.

 

Good heavens, her wife’s grip was truly strong!

 

Ling Qiu looked at the person grimacing in front of her and let out a cold snort: “Stop acting. I didn’t use much force.” She had intended to pinch hard, but in the end, she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

 

Seeing that her “bitter meat strategy” was useless, Fang Ziyue immediately shuffled over to Ling Qiu’s side, putting an arm around her shoulder and muttering: “Why are you actually angry? I’ve been very well-behaved lately.”

 

Ling Qiu was Fang Ziyue’s best medicine. Ever since they had tacitly accepted their relationship, Fang Ziyue hadn’t suffered a single episode. Ling Qiu herself had noticed that when she resisted Fang Ziyue, Fang’s possessiveness grew stronger; conversely, when she accepted her, Fang Ziyue became like a Husky the moment you let go, she vanished.

 

Forget about guarding Ling Qiu; she had galloped off into the distance! Every day she was busy bragging and chatting with her little fan, having a home she didn’t return to, a door she didn’t enter, and a wife she didn’t look at!

 

“Are you Da Yu taming the floods? Passing your home three times without entering?” Ling Qiu pointed at the table in front of the door, getting angrier the more she thought about it.

 

Actually, today she had thought of a way to get this bastard to spend some time with her. She had put a lot of effort into making two specialty milk teas and some exquisite snacks on the table. One table, two chairs, heart-shaped snacks, and two milk teas it was just short of candles and roses.

 

As a result, she sat nervously in her chair waiting for a long time. When the woman finally arrived, she didn’t even give Ling Qiu a chance to speak; she just shoved a bunch of flowers into her hands, grabbed the two milk teas, and went off to brag to her little fan.

 

“For a whole week tell me, besides when we’re eating, when else do I see a shadow of you?” Every time she finally heard her voice and prepared to catch her to bring her home, the person would sweep past like a gust of wind before she even stepped out the door. “Those who know you think you’re nimble; those who don’t would think you’re a tornado spirit.”

 

Ling Qiu didn’t easily settle scores with people, but when she did, she could make them lose a layer of skin.

 

Fang Ziyue sensed immediate trouble. She quickly hugged her wife’s waist, lowered her head to rub against her cheek, and coaxed: “Wife, I was wrong. From now on, I’ll definitely come home on time and report to you whenever I go out.”

 

Ling Qiu’s face grew hot from the rubbing. Hearing that magnetic voice call her “Wife,” she felt her whole body go soft. She nearly let out a whimper and collapsed into Fang Ziyue’s arms from the tingling sensation in her waist and legs.

 

But Fang Ziyue’s subsequent words left her feeling utterly defeated. Was she talking about leaving early and returning late? Was she talking about reporting in?

 

Ling Qiu had never asked for or begged for anything from anyone in her life. But she now realized that with a “cudgel,” one must speak plainly and flirt boldly; otherwise, she simply wouldn’t understand.

 

So, she buried her face in the crook of Fang Ziyue’s neck. Her fingertips turned a shy pink, and her clean, rounded nails plucked at Fang Ziyue’s shirt. Her snow-white teeth bit her lower lip before releasing it; Ling Qiu felt as if she had been thrown into a bonfire, burning from the inside out.

 

Only when nearly all her courage had been consumed did she whisper with a voice as quiet as a mosquito: “I… I just wanted you to spend a bit more time with me…”

 

Like a soft, beautiful cat gathering massive courage to expose its soft belly to be petted, only to then shyly and nervously curl back up to protect itself this version of Ling Qiu was simply too lovable.

 

Fang Ziyue couldn’t help but pull her into the house. While feeling lucky that there was no filming today, she kissed Ling Qiu’s lips. Her lips were soft and springy like jelly; with a light bite, they tasted sweet and fragrant.

 

“Mmm… it tastes like strawberry gummies.” After the kiss, Fang Ziyue even had to offer a critique.

 

This shamed the dazed Ling Qiu so much she reached up to cover Fang Ziyue’s mouth. Her cheeks flushed pink, and she bit her lip, her voice soft with an unconscious air of coquetry: “Why do you have to say everything out loud?”

 

Hearing this, Fang Ziyue’s throat tightened, and she swallowed dryly. Honestly, her wife currently looked like a strawberry-flavored marshmallow that would leak sweet nectar with one bite.

 

Fang Ziyue’s predatory gaze made Ling Qiu feel hot all over. She instinctively pushed the woman out the door, stammering: “Go, go, go! Hurry up and go play with Yueling. I have things to do, don’t disturb me!” Then she slammed the door shut.

 

Fang Ziyue, who nearly had her face smashed by the door, rubbed her nose sheepishly and shouted through the door with undying intent: “Wife, let me in! I’ll definitely be well-behaved this time, I won’t touch you!”

 

You don’t use your hands or feet—you go straight for the mouth!

 

Inside, the shamed Ling Qiu used her sleeve to hide her face and hummed, refusing to open the door.

 

The show was different now. Before, it was a live stream, so Fang Ziyue had some scruples and restrained herself. Now that it had switched to a recorded format, the woman had started to set herself free.

 

Ling Qiu, who was twenty-seven and as pure as a blank sheet of paper, couldn’t handle Fang Ziyue’s offensive. She was frequently shamed into looking like a ripe apple, and her legs often went weak. Just a few brushes against her lips made her like this.

 

Fang Ziyue also secretly thought about how sensitive her wife must be in bed. In reality, they hadn’t had the chance to go that far. Their only kiss was when she was about to go abroad for further study, and Ling Qiu had lunged forward to kiss her. But it had to be said her wife’s kissing skills were terrible!

 

She had actually bitten Fang’s lip open, so their first kiss had no feeling other than a mouth full of the metallic taste of blood. Ah, of course, the mental satisfaction was still very important.

 

After knocking for a long time with no answer, Fang Ziyue knew her wife was too embarrassed to see her, so she slipped away looking radiant. She went back to brag to Mei Yueling.

 

It just so happened that Mei Yueling’s manager had come to visit. From a distance, she could feel the “smug” aura radiating from Fang Ziyue, which surprised her. Earlier, she had seen Best Actress Ling looking very displeased while talking to her, and Fang Ziyue had looked cautious and apologetic how did they get better so quickly?

 

Mei Yueling was a straight-shooter; she asked whatever was on her mind. Since they had been chatting well lately, she didn’t hesitate to ask a somewhat overstepping question: “Ziyue-jie, why are you so afraid of Best Actress Ling? And you’re always so cautious, as if you owe her a lot of money.”

 

Mei Yueling was a visual-oriented person, especially fond of Fang Ziyue’s intense, striking beauty. She didn’t feel much for Ling Qiu’s dignified, gentle temperament; her feelings for Ling Qiu were limited to respect and admiration for a senior’s talent. But Fang Ziyue was different; her face alone was enough for many to ignore her “eye-searing” acting.

 

Furthermore, Fang Ziyue was someone she had been a fan of for a long time; she certainly didn’t want to see her idol acting submissively toward another person. Even though Ling Qiu was a senior worthy of respect, her constant need for others to accommodate her was quite annoying.

 

“Ziyue-jie, if you really want to leave the industry, you don’t have to be so… er, humble toward Best Actress Ling?” Mei Yueling frowned, thinking the word was a bit ill-chosen. She added: “Jie, you should live more freely.”

 

“Hmm? You think I accommodate Ling Qiu too much?” Fang Ziyue shook her head with a light laugh. She regarded Mei Yueling as a junior she could chat with, so she didn’t mind her asking personal questions—especially ones that allowed her to praise her wife at any time.

 

“In fact, it’s not accommodation.” Fang Ziyue leaned against the railing and took a sip of the milk tea Ling Qiu had made. It was sweet, just like Ling Qiu; once she accepted someone, she would reveal her sweetest side. “Interaction between two people is mutual; one-sided yielding and accommodation won’t make a relationship good.”

 

So she was never the only one giving. In fact, looking back at reality, Ling Qiu had given more.

 

In reality, Ling Qiu was four years older than her. When Ling Qiu had already taken over part of the family business and entered the cutthroat business world, Fang Ziyue was still learning martial arts. She would even provoke people with her immature actions.

 

Before she was sixteen, she fought constantly; a woman learning martial arts to be a bodyguard was often mocked by arrogant men. “You’re a woman, can you even learn well?” Such words made her ears calloused. Her response was to beat anyone who looked down on her into submission.

 

As a result, she was always covered in injuries. Every time she went back, the Ling family’s doctor would catch her to treat her wounds. Later, Fang Ziyue found out the doctor was sent by Ling Qiu. Ling Qiu had been scared off by Fang Ziyue’s avoidance and thought Fang didn’t like her being near, so she quietly instructed the doctor to watch over her.

 

Fang Ziyue hadn’t known any of this; she didn’t even know that some of the people she hit had significant backgrounds, and the trouble she caused was secretly suppressed by Ling Qiu.

 

But the price was constant socializing and expanding her influence without pause. For a time, the Ling family’s doctor practically lived in Ling Qiu’s room one day she’d drink until she had gastric bleeding at a banquet, the next she’d faint from working through the night. At the time, Fang Ziyue only remarked: “This family business is truly hard to take over.” Thinking back, if she had matured a bit sooner, Ling Qiu wouldn’t have worked so hard.

 

Fortunately, she reigned in her arrogance after a few years; people can’t stay children forever. By sixteen, she was a steady “little adult,” never losing her composure in public, and her methods of handling affairs became skilled and seasoned.

 

But this didn’t make Ling Qiu relax. Fang Ziyue later heard from her father that Ling Qiu’s feelings for her had already been discovered by Father Ling back then. Unlike the elder Master Ling, who was broad-minded and socially astute, Father Ling was the type who cared only for profit.

 

Upon learning this, his first reaction was to deal with Fang Ziyue. Ling Qiu was a piece of high-quality jewelry in his hand, meant to be exchanged for great value later how could a grain of dust be allowed to dirty her image?

 

“I’m the one who loves her; she knows nothing. You can’t blame others for this,” Ling Qiu had stood up for her actions, refusing to shirk responsibility. She was fortunate that she had been forced to expand her own faction to clean up the messes of the young and arrogant Fang Ziyue; this became the power she used to resist her father.

 

Father Ling was furious but helpless, so he began constantly arranging banquets and blind dates. The three years from age twenty to twenty-three were the darkest moments of Ling Qiu’s life. Not only did she have to deal with people she didn’t like, she also faced her father’s suppression and scolding.

 

What broke her even more was that Fang Ziyue was actually preparing to marry a simple, gentle girl and spend a lifetime with her. The word “simple” had nothing to do with Ling Qiu; from the moment she entered the business world, she had crossed that word out of her life.

 

The heavy pressure caused Ling Qiu’s mental state to deteriorate, finally exploding on the day Fang Ziyue brought a stranger home. The illness came without warning; after Fang Ziyue was informed by her father, she rushed over. She saw Ling Qiu, who had just been rescued, lying pale on a white hospital bed with her eyes tightly closed, looking as if she might vanish at any moment. At the time, Fang Ziyue only felt an uncomfortable sense of loss and confusion.

 

But Fang Ziyue never knew the cause of Ling Qiu’s illness until before her death; everyone in the Ling family had kept it from her under Ling Qiu’s instructions. “She’s only eighteen, at the perfect age. She should have better people to choose from and a better life to live.”

 

When asked why she kept it from Fang Ziyue, Ling Qiu leaned against the headboard, the cold IV fluid flowing into her, making her body chill. But the will in her eyes was firm; she tilted her head and said: “If I tell her, what if she stays by my side out of pity?”

 

At this point, Ling Qiu looked at Fang Ziyue’s father and smiled faintly while pointing to her head: “Uncle Fang, I’m sick here. If she’s with me, she’ll get nothing but an annoying lunatic.” She couldn’t drag Fang Ziyue down. Fang Ziyue should be free and unrestrained. An eighteen-year-old girl who yielded to neither heaven nor earth should live the life she wanted. “If one day I go beyond saving, Uncle Fang, you find a reason to take her away.” Ling Qiu had arranged her final plan.

 

When Fang Ziyue was young, her parents were busy, so she grew up with some extreme views. She learned “profit-seeking” from Father Ling and “money and power first” from the nannies. Good and bad, she learned it all. Those bad habits were later corrected bit by bit by Ling Qiu.

 

Fang Ziyue looked down and swirled the milk tea in her cup. If it hadn’t been for Ling Qiu patiently correcting those foul habits, she likely would have become a selfish, profit-driven, disgusting person.

 

“Sacrifice?” Mei Yueling didn’t know what Fang Ziyue was thinking, but she argued based on what she knew: “I haven’t seen Best Actress Ling sacrifice anything for you.” This was the truth; based on the live stream, it was always Fang Ziyue making wood carvings for her, helping her out of jams, and making her happy. She hadn’t seen the Best Actress do anything for Fang Ziyue.

 

“Did nothing?” Fang Ziyue replied. “Go back and watch the live stream carefully.” What did she mean “did nothing”? Her wife knew she was afraid of the heat; out of two thin quilts, she left the thinnest for her. Her wife knew she didn’t eat spicy food, so she made bland meals every time even though her wife herself loved spice.

 

Furthermore, every time she woke early to go into the mountains, a cup of warm tea would be on the table. She didn’t even know what time her wife woke up to brew it. “Some kindness isn’t meant to be shown to others.” Fang Ziyue patted the girl’s shoulder and said earnestly: “You’ll understand when you grow up.”

 

Mei Yueling was left confused. “What? I’m already grown up!” She was twenty-three, not a child.

 

It just so happened that Fang Ziyue saw Mei Yueling’s manager appearing as if she had something to say, so she stood up. “I’ll go see if Ling Qiu needs help with anything. I’ll call you later for dinner.” Mei Yueling had taken half a day off today to consult with her manager, so she didn’t have to work. Mei Yueling nodded and waved goodbye.

 

Once Fang Ziyue was far away, Mei Yueling’s manager rushed up, grabbed the “brat’s” ear, and shouted: “My little ancestor, how do you dare try to drive a wedge between that young couple?!”

 

Mei Yueling’s scalp went numb from the shouting. She wailed while trying to rescue her ear: “Ow, ow, ow! Let go! I wasn’t driving a wedge, don’t frame me!” What young couple? Where is there a young couple? If Ziyue-jie was really with the Best Actress, would she be so submissive? And how would she dare leave the Best Actress alone every day to come and chat nonsense with her?

 

Mei Yueling’s manager rolled her eyes and poked her head. “She’s a cudgel, and you’re a cudgel too? If Best Actress Ling weren’t with Fang Ziyue, would she wash her clothes, cook for her, and even send her red roses?”

 

“Red roses?” Mei Yueling blinked, belatedly sipping the milk tea in her hand. Slurp. A rich taste of roses. “Holy crap! Ziyue-jie is trying to kill me!” Mei Yueling jumped up on the spot, doing a Thomas flare while clutching her head and wailing. That “cudgel” had actually given her the rose milk tea that Best Actress Ling had made!

 

Mei Yueling turned pale with fear. She tremblingly thrust the milk tea into her manager’s arms and wailed with a miserable face: “Am I going to become ‘the other woman’?”

 

“Not likely.” The manager disdainfully kicked the “marmot” aside and said coldly: “Given the level of your idol’s ‘cudgel-ness,’ there’s an 800% chance she doesn’t like you.”

 

Mei Yueling calmed down slightly, but still frowned. “It’s strange. Could it be that Best Actress Ling forced Ziyue-jie to be with her? Otherwise…” She didn’t finish, just shook the milk tea. Based on Fang Ziyue’s behavior, it always felt like she was finding ways to annoy Ling Qiu. Mei Yueling thought that if her boyfriend gave away the milk tea she bought him to someone else, she’d beat his head in.

 

“Is that the point?” The manager was speechless at her own little cudgel. “The point is the wedge you just tried to drive!” Speaking ill of Ling Qiu to Fang Ziyue’s face didn’t that offend both of them?

 

Belatedly realizing the situation, Mei Yueling let out a scream, wishing she could hop on a train and escape the planet overnight. God, how did this happen to her?! “What do I do then?” The popular starlet was now crying like a rain-drenched flower.

 

Her manager couldn’t help but rub her head and sigh: “Why don’t you… go to Best Actress Ling and ‘bring brambles to ask for punishment’?” (A Chinese idiom for a sincere apology).

 

Mei Yueling turned into a marmot again and complained about Fang Ziyue several times. You’re a ‘married’ woman; why do you spend your free time chatting with her instead of your wife?

 

Utterly unwilling, Mei Yueling tearfully asked her manager to buy a large cup of milk tea. After stalling in the courtyard, she gritted her teeth and knocked on the door. Inside the house, Ling Qiu, who was washing vegetables and cooking, responded: “One moment.”

 

She dried her hands, unsure who it was. Fang Ziyue had come back earlier and been driven out by her—the old lecher was always touching her, and Ling Qiu had begged her not to come back today. Seeing it was Mei Yueling when she opened the door, Ling Qiu was quite surprised. She knew the girl was decent, but she didn’t know why she seemed so afraid of her. In fact, Mei Yueling was just nervous seeing a respected senior.

 

Ling Qiu leveled her tone and asked gently: “Yueling, is something wrong?” Why did this child look like she was about to cry? Could that bastard in her house have bullied her? Ling Qiu looked suspiciously at the crying Mei Yueling holding the milk tea.

 

Being looked at made Mei Yueling want to cry even more. She held the milk tea out to Ling Qiu and turned her back; only then did Ling Qiu see the child was actually carrying a small tree branch on her back. “Ling… Ling-jie, I’m sorry. Could you please hit me lightly?”

 

Mei Yueling’s piteous tone made Ling Qiu both laugh and cry. She pulled the branch off and threw it aside, then stuffed a handful of homemade candy into Mei Yueling’s hand. She rubbed the girl’s soft head and asked amusedly: “What is this? Bringing brambles to ask for punishment?”

 

“Hiccup!” Mei Yueling, with candy in her mouth, let out a startled sob. It’s over; the Best Actress even said the idiom, she must know I tried to drive a wedge. The little girl wiped her tears and recounted her conversation with Fang Ziyue, finally offering a sincere apology: “Ling-jie, I really didn’t know about your relationship. If I had known, I definitely wouldn’t have chatted with Ziyue-jie.”

 

Before knowing the relationship, Mei Yueling only thought Fang Ziyue was an independent, free person who had to watch Ling Qiu’s face even when doing things outside. Who was Ling Qiu to Fang Ziyue, and why was she so controlling? Now that she knew, she just wanted to roar: “Fang Ziyue, you damn cudgel!” Out of twenty-four hours, she spent most of her time away from home.

 

If it were a long-distance relationship, fine, but the distance was just in and out of the courtyard, yet she treated it like Da Yu taming the floods.

 

Ling Qiu put in a lot of effort to comfort her. “She’s just a cudgel, it’s not your fault. Don’t cry.” She gave some homemade cookies to Mei Yueling and sent her back to her manager. On the way back, Ling Qiu happened to see Fang Ziyue bragging to a soul-weary Cang Jinyu; a surge of anger rose from her feet to the top of her head. She took a long detour to stand in front of Fang Ziyue, let out a heavy “Hmph!” under Fang’s bewildered gaze, and walked away.

 

The confused woman turned to ask Cang Jinyu what her wife meant, only to find Jinyu had already snuck away.

 

Fang Ziyue hurried back. On the way, she saw Lin Mengyan and the newcomer in her team seemingly plotting something, but she didn’t care. They couldn’t stir up much of a wave regardless. Fang Ziyue ran past them, and Lin Mengyan naturally saw her. To be precise, she was biding her time; until those “damn women” let her Cheng-ge go, she had to find a way to take down Ling Qiu first.

 

Once a major “black material” about Ling Qiu was exposed, her Cheng-ge’s scandals would easily be suppressed.

 

Lin Mengyan thought of the woman with a similar figure to Ling Qiu. That person was once a minor model, but since Cheng-ge wanted Ling Qiu so badly, she had no choice but to cut off the model’s escape routes and force her into Lin Mingcheng’s bed. Furthermore, Lin Mingcheng had a habit of taking photos with his bedmates. When the time came, she’d just crop the model’s head and pixelate Cheng-ge; who could then say it wasn’t Best Actress Ling Qiu?

 

“Lin-jie, let’s go back.” The newcomer, who had no idea what her idol was thinking, had just finished tidying the farm tools and was looking expectantly at Lin Mengyan. The newcomer had only recently debuted and loved Lin Mengyan, treating her as a goal to pursue. She was thrilled to be in a group with Lin-jie and had taken on all the work. This made Lin Mengyan’s attitude toward her much better, which in turn made the newcomer admire her even more.

 

On the way, the newcomer chattered away. Lin Mengyan occasionally offered a perfunctory response, but her mind was mostly on Ling Qiu. she was filled with anger and indignation; she didn’t understand why Ling Qiu got to have Cheng-ge’s love when they were both humans. Why was she put on a pedestal by those blind fans? Why couldn’t that glory and halo belong to her? Aside from Ling Qiu having good luck, Lin Mengyan couldn’t find another explanation.

 

The “lucky” woman was currently a block of ice, standing coldly and starting a cold war with a certain “cudgel.” Fang Ziyue was anxious; no matter how she tried to tease her, Ling Qiu ignored her. This shouldn’t be happening. Seeing Fang Ziyue’s miserable face out of the corner of her eye, a faint, pleasant curve formed on Ling Qiu’s lips. This cudgel had shared their private household matters and even scared the little girl like that—how embarrassing.

 

Fang Ziyue spent a night pondering without figuring out why her wife was ignoring her, so the next day she went to “persecute” Mei Yueling again. Mei Yueling saw her coming from afar, spat out a mouthful of water in fear, and ran. Unfortunately, the girl’s legs weren’t as long as Fang Ziyue’s, and she was caught in two steps.

 

“Ziyue-jie, please spare me…” Mei Yueling said with a miserable face, her eyes constantly darting toward the courtyard, praying the Best Actress wouldn’t come out right now.

 

“What do you mean ‘spare’?” Fang Ziyue was surprised. She narrowed her eyes, asking back with an oppressive aura: “Did you do something bad?”

 

“How could I do something bad!” Mei Yueling got excited at the mention of it—wasn’t this clearly Fang dragging her down? “I’m saying, Ziyue-jie, you don’t stay home and keep coming to find me; what do you think Ling-jie will think?”

 

Mei Yueling tried to drop a hint. However, the cudgel said without hesitation: “She won’t overthink; there’s no way I’d go for a child like you.” Directly stating she wasn’t interested.

 

Mei Yueling spat inwardly. You cudgel, do you really think you’re in high demand?!

 

But Mei Yueling’s hint made Fang Ziyue think. She muttered to herself: “Could it really be because I don’t go back?” It shouldn’t be. Her wife told her to spend more time with her, and Fang Ziyue agreed. She apologized; why was her wife still giving her the cold shoulder? “No, Ling-ling, analyze this for me.”

 

When facing emotional difficulties, one must seek help from others this is what her mother told her. In her mother’s words: “I’m afraid the methods you come up with yourself will make your partner drop dead from anger.” Fang Ziyue always thought her mother was exaggerating; she wasn’t that stupid.

 

“No, Ziyue-jie, put yourself in her shoes,” Mei Yueling argued. “If Best Actress Ling didn’t come home every day, making the distance of a courtyard feel like a long-distance relationship, how would you feel? And she spent every day sticking to another girl—what would you think?”

 

“How would I feel?” Fang Ziyue’s eyes turned dark, a chilling coldness radiating from her. Ha, let her see which ‘little vixen’ was keeping her wife from coming home every day!

 

Mei Yueling, intimidated by the sudden outburst of aura, quickly tried to fix it: “No! Jie, don’t overthink shouldn’t you feel jealous? Do you feel that ‘sour’ sensation?”

 

However, Fang Ziyue’s silence clearly indicated she did not. Mei Yueling felt a surge of sadness titled “Mourning for Best Actress Ling” how did she fall for a cudgel?

 

But after realizing her wife was jealous, Fang Ziyue who had been depressed all night became happy. She covered her curling lips with her hand, her heart feeling sweet. Her wife really cared about her~

 

Mei Yueling felt this couldn’t continue. To spare herself from “bringing brambles to ask for punishment” again, she decided to teach her idol what “emotional intelligence” meant. “Ziyue-jie, first tuck your smile in; it’s almost reaching your ears.” Mei Yueling began her lesson seriously. “Let’s look at it this way: because you gave the ‘loving milk tea’ to me, the Best Actress is jealous.

 

Let’s assume you go to an amusement park and run into me or Jinyu-jie, and you give us the ice cream the Best Actress bought for you. If the Best Actress is unhappy afterward, why do you think that is?”

 

Mei Yueling regretted making the question too easy; even a dog could follow the pattern and get it right. Fang Ziyue simulated the scenario and finally concluded: “Because she’s tired and wants to go home.” Her wife didn’t actually like amusement parks because of the crowds, nor did she like shopping because it was exhausting.

 

“You f…” Mei Yueling nearly cursed. She held her breath, truly wanting to blast Fang Ziyue. “No, think about it if one day Jinyu-jie and I went to find Ling-jie, and she gave us the wood carving you gave her, what would you think?”

 

“She doesn’t love me anymore.” Fang Ziyue’s blood pressure soared, and she began flipping through the little notebook of grudges in her heart.

 

Mei Yueling was frantic. “Not that!”

 

Not that? Fang Ziyue narrowed her eyes; then she’d just have to solve the problem at its root. She patted Mei Yueling’s shoulder and said like a good sister: “Ling-ling, in the future, if you or Jinyu need anything, come find me. Your Ling-jie is very busy, don’t disturb her.”

 

Mei Yueling: “…” The little girl looked around with a face as empty as a void. Strange—where was the shoehorn her manager used to hit her yesterday? She wanted to beat this cudgel to death!

 

Driven back by the good-tempered girl, Fang Ziyue went to her wife to complain piteously. “Ling-ling, look at the questions she’s asking. What does she mean you’d give the wood carving I gave you to others?” Fang Ziyue rubbed her chin against Ling Qiu’s shoulder, causing Ling Qiu’s clothes to slip, revealing her rounded, pink shoulder.

 

Fang Ziyue stared at her wife’s lovely shoulder, not even noticing what she was saying. She couldn’t help but move her face closer, wanting to take a “taste.”

 

Unexpectedly, as soon as she opened her mouth, her ear was caught. “Ow, ow, ow! Pain, pain!” Fang Ziyue covered her ear and pleaded for mercy.

 

However, Ling Qiu, with a fierce expression, showed no mercy. She ground her teeth and asked: “Fang Ziyue, tell me, what do you mean I’m ‘stingy,’ eh?” Was there anything wrong with what Yueling asked? If she bought Fang Ziyue ice cream and Fang gave it to Mei Yueling, would that make her happy? And then listen to what this cudgel said? “If Ling Qiu gets angry over an ice cream, she’s being too stingy~”

 

Ling Qiu twisted the bastard’s ear harder, sneering: “You really know me well, and you’re quite proud of it, aren’t you?” Don’t blame her for using force; she’d never seen a person so proud of their own cudgel-brain. Even a living Buddha would be driven to illness by her.

 

“I’m not proud,” Fang Ziyue whispered for mercy. “I was wrong, Wife. You’re not stingy, I didn’t mean it like that, how would I dare say that.”

 

“How would you dare?” Ling Qiu’s voice rose another two levels. “Fang the Cudgel, what do you mean? Are you complaining that I have a bad temper? ‘Dare not’?”

 

The tall woman, her ear twisted, was bent over in unspeakable misery. She really didn’t mean it that way; why did her wife always misinterpret her? “Wife, spare me, I didn’t say that. You’re the best, not irritable at all, really!”

 

“Ha, you’ve even learned to be sarcastic, have you?!” The angry woman found nothing pleasant to the ear, especially since Fang the Cudgel really didn’t know how to coax people. She was good at rescuing beauties, sending wood carvings, and pampering her wife, but this mouth…

 

In the end, Fang Ziyue gave up, thrusting her ear into Ling Qiu’s hand and closing her eyes with a bit of arrogance. “Twist it, twist it, go ahead. Anyway, you’re already my wife; you can’t get off the pirate ship now!”

 

“You!” Ling Qiu was angry enough to stomp her feet. How can there be such a person!

 

Ling Qiu’s liver ached from anger. She turned and lay on the bed, not wanting to look at this cudgel anymore. To her surprise, the cudgel was even more pushy. Fang Ziyue lay down beside her, hugging her wife happily. “Did I say something wrong? You’re my wife, for a lifetime.”

 

“Oh, let go, you’re so annoying!” Ling Qiu turned away and pulled the quilt over her head. She didn’t want to see this frustrating thing. She even felt concerned about her own future. Would this cudgel stay un-enlightened for her whole life? The grand Best Actress was almost moved to tears by this little mental image. Ugh, she’d be driven to death by anger in the future…

 

Fang Ziyue pulled back the quilt, pulled the person into her arms, and patted her back, distressed as she brushed the hair from Ling Qiu’s eyes. “Why are you about to cry?”

 

It would have been better if she hadn’t spoken; once she started coaxing, Ling Qiu could no longer hold back. She wrapped her snow-white arms around Fang Ziyue’s neck and accused her with a sob: “Why don’t you get it?” She didn’t even expect Fang Ziyue to be a “wooden person”; as long as she wasn’t a “cudgel,” it would be fine. Who ever heard of a person who can’t tell when their wife is jealous?!

 

Although Fang Ziyue was a cudgel in emotional matters, she was intelligent. Logical equivalence: Her wife’s episode starting the ‘plan’ = Her behavior making her wife jealous. This was too simple. She kissed Ling Qiu on the corner of her eye and coaxed: “Don’t cry. Test me again, I’ll definitely understand.”

 

“I don’t believe you.” Ling Qiu wrinkled her nose and squirmed in her arms. This big, big dummy was just lying to her.

 

How could Fang Ziyue miss such a great opportunity to prove herself? She stroked Ling Qiu’s neck, coaxing: “Ling-ling is the best, give me one more chance just one” When it came to acting cute, Ling Qiu truly couldn’t beat Fang Ziyue. That cute dimple could bewitch Ling Qiu until she was dizzy and agreed to whatever she said.

 

Ling Qiu’s cheeks flushed. She pressed closer to Fang Ziyue, feeling her warmth, and set a “soft” question: “Listen carefully then. If one day you lent that big black coat to Yueling, what would my reaction be?”

 

“You’d be unhappy, but you wouldn’t show it.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Because you bought that coat for me it’s a ‘couple style’ so you’re jealous” Fang Ziyue laughed softly and tapped Ling Qiu’s nose, teasing her: “Little vinegar pot.” (A Chinese term for someone easily jealous).

 

“Hmph!” Ling Qiu wrinkled her nose, refusing to be tapped, and wouldn’t admit she was a vinegar pot. “Fine, let’s increase the difficulty. If one day Yueling, Dr. Chen, and I all fell into the water at the same time, who would you save first?”

 

“You,” Fang Ziyue answered without hesitation. Even if her wife could swim and the other two couldn’t, she’d save her wife first.

 

“Why?” Ling Qiu looked at her expectantly.

 

“Because you’re my wife.” Fang Ziyue rolled over with the person in her arms, letting her rest on top of her. Her wife was soft and fragrant; it felt so comfortable to hold her. Ling Qiu couldn’t help but start laughing.