My Wife Is The Final Boss

It seems that the matter of the maid will be put on the agenda soon.

So love has time, but not much.

Taking a deep breath, she patted Huang’Er’s head.

"Ni Zi, your advice about the maid was really useful." Ah Qing smiled sweetly, "Is there any reward you’d like?"

"...It was just me being talkative, just saying it casually. Who knew you would actually want to become someone’s servant, sister." Huang’Er pursed her lips discontentedly but finally smiled relief, "Forget it, Ms. Qing, helping you doesn’t need any reward."

As long as her sister is happy, so is she.

"Really nothing you want? Make sure you know what you’re saying." Ah Qing’s fingers passed through Huang’Er’s slightly damp long hair, speaking softly, "I rarely make promises to others."

"What can you give me, sister?" Huang’Er clicked her tongue, "I know how much your monthly salary is. I wouldn’t dare touch your future redemption money."

"I’m a half-demon, I’ve got skills, remember?" Ah Qing reminded her.

A half-demon, such a convenient excuse.

"Items from the Immortal Sect, elixirs, whatever you want to ask for, I can produce it for you." Ah Qing said.

"Sister, did you really get some Immortal Sect treasure? I guessed it." Huang’Er blinked her big eyes.

"Think what you want." Ah Qing nodded, "Any wishes?"

"Then I wish to be Young Master Xu’s concubine." Huang’Er said honestly.

Ah Qing: "..."

Her pretty Liu Mei twitched hard, the girl in front of her becoming more and more annoying in her eyes.

"Do you want to hear what nonsense you’re spouting?" Ah Qing smiled kindly.

Huang’Er waved her hand, "See, I made a wish that you can’t fulfill, so don’t ask, keep your Immortal Sect treasures, we have Pingniang’s resources, no need for your private stash."

’...’ Ah Qing was speechless.

Stupid girl.

Wishing to become the young master’s concubine?

If she could achieve that, would it still be the turn of this girl who screams when whipped?

Does she think she’s Yun Qian?

Even Yun Qian probably doesn’t have the right to bring a concubine to Xu Chang’an.

"Giving you benefits but not knowing to accept them, hopelessly stupid." Ah Qing sighed.

"Strange, I don’t covet your treasures, and it turns out it’s my fault?" Huang’Er was equally exasperated.

"Didn’t I always look down on you?" Ah Qing’s gaze shifted slightly away.

When she first entered Flower Moon Building, she indeed looked down on Huang’Er, so the so-called reward was actually more like compensation.

Huang’Er was taken aback and then became much more serious.

"Ms. Qing."

"Hmm?"

"You’re really adorable."

She really liked her.

Just being like this makes her very happy, what need is there for compensation?

"Adorable? Who are you talking about?" Ah Qing was well aware that her looks were definitely not considered cute.

"Nothing." Huang’Er thought Ah Qing at that moment seemed like a little girl who got a candy and wanted to share it with someone she cared about, to enjoy the sweetness together.

If that’s not adorable, then what is?

Innocent, cute, lively Ah Qing.

"I have some elixirs for Bone Marrow Cleansing, do you want any?" Ah Qing asked.

"I said no." Huang’Er grinned, ignoring even the pain it caused.

It’s like being spoon-fed, yet she wants to spit it out.

The world just has these strange things, wishes that many desire yet others disregard as trivial.

"Suit yourself." Ah Qing asked a few times, but didn’t insist.

Wasn’t it that Huang’Er wanted to see her Sword Dance?

Then she would present her best state, to fulfill the little girl’s wish.

Ah Qing listened to the approaching footsteps, knowing the woman to call her on stage had arrived; she sat down beside the sprawled Huang’Er, gently tidying her messed clothing, smoothing her disheveled hair.

"Sister..."

Huang’Er’s gaze was dreamy.

Ms. Qing’s gentleness was something like a dream... The most crucial part was, she knew Ah Qing at this moment was not like before, she wasn’t wearing a mask now.

Unlike the past false gentleness, this was truly touching, genuine.

Huang’Er’s big eyes glistened with moist charm.

At this moment, Ah Qing reached out her hand, rolling up her sleeve to reveal a fair wrist, and she called out, "Xiaoqing."

After a hissing sound, a Cyan Snake coiled up her jade-like neck to her arm, standing up halfway to flick its tongue by her ear.

"Eh? Isn’t this the Cyan Snake you keep?" Huang’Er wiped her eyes, then looked again at the Cyan Snake on Ah Qing’s wrist, shooting her a peculiar look.

"Ms. Qing, where did you keep it before?"

Wasn’t it coiled around her body?

"Got used to keeping it." Ah Qing thought the Spiritual Snake was infrequently transformed by her, given some of her bloodline.

This little one was fond of her, always clinging to her, and she was used to it.

Ah Qing brought her hand in front of Huang’Er.

"Are you afraid of snakes?"

"If it’s kept by my sister, I’m not afraid, and besides... I’ve gotten used to its presence." Huang’Er shook her head, "When you’re not around, I’ve even fed it eggs a few times."

"That’s good." Ah Qing shook her wrist, "Hold her."

"...Eh?"

Before Huang’Er could react, the slippery, cold Cyan Snake had already crawled from Ah Qing’s hand onto her wrist, obediently wrapping itself around, forming several bracelets, spreading a peculiar warmth throughout her body.

"What’s this?" Huang’Er came to her senses, her fear of the cold creature replaced by intense curiosity.

What an obedient snake.

Coiled on the wrist not moving, the bluish-green scales slid smoothly, quite comfortable.

"Silly." Ah Qing sighed, "Didn’t you feel it’s not as painful?"

"Pain?"

Huang’Er was taken aback, then nodded, "It really isn’t as painful... Sister, your Cyan Snake can even relieve pain?"

"It can do many things." Ah Qing shook her head, then said, "Don’t get happy too soon, Pingniang’s punishment is something you have to endure yourself, later when the Sword Dance ends, I’ll take Xiaoqing back, by then... you’ll be left sleepless with pain."

"Tsk." Huang’Er was disappointed, "What’s the point, sister if you’re going to take it back, then why give it to me now?"

"To watch me dance, naturally you must focus." Ah Qing’s light-colored eyes carried a serious expression, "Having you in pain would distract you."

Her dance, she hoped the person she cared about could wholeheartedly appreciate, even a possible bit of distracting pain, she didn’t want.

This was from Ah Qing’s regard.

"..." Huang’Er stared blankly at Ah Qing, her pretty face flushed all of a sudden.

She timidly lowered her head, not cheeky, not mischievous, but lowered her sleeve to cover the little Cyan Snake on her arm.

"I... I understand, I’ll watch your dance attentively."

Ms. Qing isn’t here.

Then... let Xiaoqing be the one to accompany her and watch the dance together.

An instant’s heartwarming, irresistible.

"Hmm." Ah Qing responded.

At this moment, a maid cautiously pushed open the door, letting out a sigh of relief after seeing Zhu Pingniang wasn’t there.

"Ah Qing, it’s your turn on stage."

"Okay."

Ah Qing got up, locked eyes with Huang’Er for a moment, then went alone to wait.

Ah Qing left, thus the task of looking after Huang’Er fell onto the maid now in front of her.

The maid could faintly see the blood marks on Huang’Er’s body, saying with some heartache she was worried.

"You lass, what did you do to upset Pingniang again, getting beaten like this... it must hurt terribly."

"It’s fine, doesn’t hurt."

"Still being stubborn..."

Unexpectedly for the maid, Huang’Er stared at her whip marks, exerted her arms, and actually managed to sit up, scaring the maid a bit.

"How come you’re so tough, you can really endure it?" The maid widened her eyes.

"With Ms. Qing here, I don’t hurt at all." Huang’Er pursed her lips, grinning foolishly.