My Wife Came From A Thousand Years Ago Chapter 127: Too Fast

Chapter 127: Too Fast

Xu Qing stood up and paced around the living room twice before letting out a sigh. Turning back, he asked,

"Can you tell what you're thinking?"

Jiang He shifted her gaze from her notebook, looked at him for two seconds, and replied,

"I just thought… since I’m playing gas anyway, doing it wouldn’t be much extra effort. I’m already sitting there every day…"

She was puzzled as to why Xu Qing wasn’t on board with the idea.

"Maximizing your ti, doing more in the sa amount of ti…" Xu Qing began to understand.

"Hmm... I see."

"You could skip gaming and try opening a store," he suggested.

"Opening a store requires capital," Jiang He replied, already familiar with the requirents. "And a deposit too."

"I have it," Xu Qing said.

"…"

Seeing Jiang He staring at him silently, Xu Qing froze for a mont and didn’t continue.

"If you don’t want to, I’ll look into sothing else," Jiang He said, lowering her head.

"Aren’t you going to ask why?"

"You wouldn’t harm ." Jiang He shook her head, set Winter lon down, and after a mont’s thought, looked up with a small smile.

"You… Why are you standing there?"

"Why… am I standing here?" Xu Qing repeated, hesitating before sitting back down.

"I have this feeling you’re about to do sothing…"

Before he could finish, Jiang He placed her hand on his and pressed him down onto the couch. His expression shifted.

"Do what?!"

"I’m going to kiss you, then go play gas," Jiang He said as she pinned his hands, leaning down to kiss him.

The notebook and papers slipped from her lap, scattering densely written notes and circles onto the floor.

She liked this kind of intimacy.

...

A long while later.

Xu Qing sat on the couch, conflicted, watching Jiang He from behind as she booted up her ga on the computer. He was trying to figure out where things had gone off track.

"If you didn’t hold down just now, I’d be very happy," he said.

"You’d squirm around."

Jiang He’s face was still slightly red as she pursed her lips, savoring the recent intimacy.

"Not true. I wouldn’t."

"Yes, you would."

"I... Fine, you’re skilled, and I can’t beat you," Xu Qing sighed, staring at the ceiling.

"When I master martial arts, you’ll see what cruelty really ans."

Ever since he had found this little "seedling," everything had started to beco extraordinarily strange.

It’s a transition... a transition…

It’ll get better... it’ll get better…

"I can now earn over 20 million gold coins a day, including materials and occasional enchantnt cards, totaling up to 30 million. But the value of gold coins keeps dropping…"

Listening to Jiang He tallying her profits, Xu Qing remained silent, lying sideways on the couch, gazing out the window.

Since coming to the modern world, Xu Qing had helped set up everything for Jiang He. It was for her own good, though there was so selfishness mixed in.

This was the first ti she was trying to do sothing based on her own ideas—a sort of first step.

"Streaming can be chaotic. So of those people… I’m afraid you’ll get influenced," Xu Qing couldn’t help but explain.

"What?" Jiang He turned her head while crunching numbers.

"So create real content, but others rely solely on their looks... It’s ssy. There’s jealousy, and so might report you out of spite."

"No industry is easy," Jiang He mused. "You’ve said that before."

"Yeah, no industry is easy."

Xu Qing agreed, but he didn’t say more.

The living room fell silent except for the clacking of Jiang He’s keyboard. Winter lon attempted to ask for a hug but was ignored. It turned instead to lie on Xu Qing’s stomach.

"What are you thinking about?"

After moving an account, Jiang He turned her head and noticed Xu Qing staring at her absentmindedly. It seed he had been watching her for a while.

Usually, at this hour, he’d be busy with his own stuff—watching movies or dramas at 8x speed or catching up on the news.

"I was thinking about what would happen if you left one day," Xu Qing replied.

"It’s been so long… that shouldn’t happen, right?" Jiang He instinctively glanced at the coat rack near the door.

Her potatoes and so corn kernels were still there.

"No, I an if you left here…"

Xu Qing lifted Winter lon by its legs, cradled it, and then placed it back on his stomach. He sighed,

"You’re different from Winter lon. I picked it up and raised it, and it’ll never leave. But you’re a living person…"

"Why would I leave?"

"Because…" Xu Qing frowned. "When people really care about sothing, they tend to overthink…"

He rubbed his head with his fingers.

"Maybe I need to clear my head."

"Is it because I said I wanted to stream that you think… I might leave?" Jiang He guessed.

"That’s part of it," Xu Qing admitted.

"But at its core, I’m scared. Scared I can’t protect you, scared you’ll pick up bad habits from others, scared… I still see you as the lady knight you were when you arrived, but you’ve unknowingly turned into half a modern person."

"It’s been quick?"

Jiang He didn’t feel it herself and instead lanted that she was learning too slowly.

"Very quick. There are many things I planned to teach you later, but you’ve already picked them up on your own.

And so things I don’t even know how to teach you, but you’ve quietly figured them out… The internet is truly amazing."

Xu Qing praised the internet, but his expression remained unchanged. He continued rubbing his head, half-closing his eyes as he examined his feelings and their relationship.

"Can you clearly see the nature of our relationship now?" he asked.

Jiang He slowed her typing, eventually stopping altogether. She turned serious.

"We’re in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship."

"And what does that an?"

"In the future, we’ll get married, live together, kiss and hug, and you like my shoes."

"And then?" Xu Qing didn’t refute her comnt about the shoes—arguing was futile since she’d long believed it as fact.

"Then… what cos after?" Jiang He asked.

"Even though we’ll be partners, we’re still two separate individuals—you and , two people coming together," Xu Qing explained carefully.

"Everyone has their own thoughts and aspirations. Living together, there will inevitably be conflicts and disagreents. For example, you want to stream, and I don’t want you to—that’s a disagreent. If you listen to and don’t do it, it seems like the problem is solved.

But it’s not. You can’t always listen to . Even if you do, the resentnt will build up in your heart. A disagreent here and there might be fine, but over ti, it will cause problems… You’re a living person with your own emotions."

"Will that really happen?" Jiang He was dazed.

"Yes. Although we don’t have any problems now, you’ve already started developing your independence. This issue will only beco more apparent.

When your ideas are repeatedly rejected by , one day you’ll explode and think, ‘Why should I always listen to him?’..."

At so point, Xu Qing had sat up on the couch. He stared at the ceiling for a mont, then turned to look at her.

"That’s what I’m truly afraid of."