My Wife Is The Final Boss

In the study room, Yun Qian calmly sat on the edge of the bed and lifted one foot.

"Miss, lean a bit forward." Xu Chang'an, sitting beside her, said.

"Okay." Yun Qian responded and leaned forward.

Xu Chang'an bent down and gently helped Yun Qian put on her socks. Then he tapped the mattress lightly and said helplessly, "Miss, stepping on my back is different from stepping on my head."

Thinking about that moment just now, Xu Chang'an felt... having Yun Qian step on his head was truly odd.

The strange feeling made him even holding Yun Qian's leg didn't stir any emotions.

"I'll remember that." Yun Qian, being the one who stepped, didn't find it strange, but as a good wife, she knew to read moods. Realizing Xu Chang'an's mood was slightly off, Yun Qian skillfully changed the topic.

"What are we eating tonight?"

"Miss, your way of changing topics is still so stiff." Xu Chang'an looked at her.

Yun Qian's eyelashes fluttered, then she stepped down, put on her shoes, and stood upright, seriously saying, "I'm a bit hungry."

"Indeed, after stepping on me." Xu Chang'an nodded with conviction, thinking Yun Qian did really exert all her strength earlier, otherwise he wouldn't have been caught off guard...

He looked at the notable indentation on the sleeping mat in the room and sighed.

"My head is really hard."

Stepped on the head by the girl, caught off guard, he then summoned some spiritual power, which ended up breaking the mat board.

"Miss, I thought our bed might break someday, but I never thought it would be in this way." Xu Chang'an smiled bitterly.

Normally, he wouldn't dare to bother her too much, so the bed board had always been sturdy.

But now...

Because of him?

Xu Chang'an suddenly felt embarrassed.

Feeling helpless, Xu Chang'an was about to hold his forehead in his usual manner of feeling helpless... a small gesture he learned from Li Zhibai.

But this time, Yun Qian stopped him by grabbing his wrist.

"You just touched the socks, dirty." Yun Qian reminded him, not allowing him to touch his face now.

Xu Chang'an was startled and instinctively said, "Miss isn't dirty."

"Not me, I mean the socks." Yun Qian looked at him strangely.

"The socks aren't dirty either." Xu Chang'an rubbed his hands. "Weren't they washed with water?"

"Is that so?" Yun Qian responded with a hum.

"Yes, but I'll wash my hands later."

Being cared for by the girl, Xu Chang'an listened to her and abandoned the thought of touching his face.

"Just..."

Xu Chang'an looked at the hole in the bed board and the surrounding cracks.

"Now, when the Miss gets tired of reading in the study, she'll have to deliberately go back to the bedroom to sleep." Xu Chang'an said, as he neatly placed a stack of novels from the pillow back on the shelf and then couldn't help but frown.

Because of the sweat from massages, he came to the study instead of the main bedroom, but the study was also important.

Although there are many places to sleep in the courtyard, the bed in the study is especially important, because Yun Qian occasionally copies poems here, writing late into the night... At those times, she really doesn't want to take another step to go to bed, so she sleeps in the study.

Looking at how Yun Qian often rested on the desk confirms this.

Now, she'll have to take more steps to get back to the bedroom.

Xu Chang'an felt some suspicion.

She...

Might lie down to sleep on the floor when walking back.

Xu Chang'an thought this was quite likely.

Indeed.

In Xu Chang'an's heart, Yun Qian is someone who wouldn't even walk those extra steps.

"It still needs to be repaired soon." Xu Chang'an said, only to find Yun Qian staring at him, asking, "What's wrong?"

"What are you thinking about, zoning out like that?" Yun Qian looked at him.

"I was thinking about how to move the bookshelf to the bedroom." Xu Chang'an spread his hands.

"No need." Yun Qian shook her head.

She indeed frequently rests in the study, but that's because, when Xu Chang'an isn't home, the study where he copied various books is the place with the strongest sense of him. So... Yun Qian often feels sleepy here, being too relaxed as it is.

The sparkle of the Fire Stone fell into Xu Chang'an's eyes. He wanted to pick up the writing brush from the desk but withdrew his hand after reaching out.

"Miss, why is it unnecessary?"

"Because you're here." Yun Qian casually caught Xu Chang'an's hand and said, "If I get sleepy in the study, you can just carry me back to the bedroom to rest."

Holding Yun Qian's soft hand, Xu Chang'an smiled, "So there's a method like this."

Yes.

When he's home, Yun Qian dares to fall asleep in the bath, so why wouldn't she dare to do anything else?

"Yes." Yun Qian nodded, glancing at the bed board that had sunk in and, for a moment, wasn't so eager to fix it.

Because if it's not repaired, her husband will keep thinking about whether she has locked herself away in the study again, wanting to carry her back to the bedroom to rest... Instead of simply bringing a blanket over each time he finds her asleep in the study.

Choosing between carrying a blanket and carrying her is something Yun Qian knows how to decide even with her eyes closed.

Yun Qian was lost in thought but suddenly felt Xu Chang'an squeeze her palm twice. She turned her head to look.

"Why come over and hold my hand, didn't you say it wasn't clean?" Xu Chang'an said seriously, "I even resisted touching the study's items."

Yun Qian frowned, "Your hands aren't dirty."

"Just touched the socks." Xu Chang'an reminded.