My Wife is an Evil Dragon Chapter 111

Chapter 111: A Proper Dragon Writing a Diary

It had been exactly one month since Lucia arrived on Earth.

The date was now the end of November.

In a few days, when December began, it would be the coldest two months in Sichuan Province.

Although the climate here rarely dropped below zero, the winter was particularly difficult due to the cold and humid air, with an average humidity of 80%.

Xia Li pulled out the thick clothes from the bottom of his wardrobe and put them on. The long johns he used to despise had beco indispensable in winter after he beca an adult.

After pouring himself a cup of hot water, Xia Li quietly returned to his room while Lucia was sitting on a small stool in the living room, writing.

After a long month of adaptation, Xia Li’s life of raising a dragon at ho had gotten on track.

This kind of plain daily life was the way Xia Li should live. The life-or-death situations in the other world were abnormal.

During the day, Lucia spent her ti studying and cooking, while Xia Li sat in front of the computer typing every day, occasionally going to the kitchen to help out.

At night, Xia Li would start coaxing Lucia to sleep in his room.

If he succeeded, he would be rewarded with a soft and fragrant little evil dragon to hold all night, making him feel refreshed the next day.

If he failed, he would be left alone in his empty room, and could only comfort himself by doubling down on petting the little dragon’s hands the next day.

Recently, although Lucia didn’t know what “taking the initiative” or “counterattacking” ant, she at least had so reaction under Xia Li’s increasingly bold teasing.

Her cheeks would occasionally turn red, as if she was shy, but her expression was still as serious as ever.

“Click, clack, click.”

In the room, the crisp sound of typing echoed around.

The data for the “Record of Experiences” that Xia Li was serializing online was gradually increasing.

Although there were many novels about exotic beasts with dragons as protagonists on the internet, the protagonists of those novels were basically transmigrators. There were very few novels about exotic beasts with native protagonists.

Unlike those dragon novels with modern ideas, Xia Li’s “Record of Experiences” was written purely from the perspective of the native dragon race in the other world. This made it refreshing. Coupled with the rigorous settings and complex worldview, as long as one accepted the unique episodic narrative style, the progressively unfolding story would beco more and more fascinating.

Xia Li planned to save up more manuscripts in the next two days and then start trying to go out and find a job.

He had taken Fu Yuan’s words to heart that night.

If he really wanted to start a business, he had to first enter the industry and understand the actual situation.

The information obtained through indirect inquiries or online searches had tiliness issues, and it might not be applicable to the market environnt in Qingcheng City.

He had to experience it himself.

Instead of hesitating at ho, it was better to take action directly. Even working as a waiter in a coffee shop would be better than being trapped in an information bubble.

Three years of living in the other world on Azure Continent had made Xia Li a man of action.

After typing the last line, looking at the soaring data on the backend, Xia Li swayed back and forth in his gaming chair, his thoughts in a ss.

Speaking of which, a Sichuan restaurant downstairs was hiring…

It wouldn’t be bad to work as a kitchen hand in a restaurant. This kind of small restaurant was only busy for a few hours a day, and the location was so close to his ho. If Lucia needed him, he could go upstairs and go ho at any ti.

The key to working for soone else was to observe and learn more.

Once he had figured out all the ins and outs, he could try to venture out…

“Why has Xiao Xia been so quiet recently?”

His wandering thoughts returned to his parents. Xia Li suddenly rembered that he had never told his parents about his ideas.

After all, the first start-up capital would have to co from his family. It was better to discuss these matters with his parents.

Taking out his phone, Xia Li searched for the chat window with Mrs. Fang.

He didn’t know it until he looked, and he was shocked when he did.

He hadn’t contacted Mrs. Fang for almost a month.

As a modern woman who always worried about everything and never ran out of things to think about, it was unusual for Mrs. Fang to be quiet for so many days…abnormal, too abnormal!

Sumr Dawn: Mom, the weather has gotten colder recently. Wear more clothes and don’t catch a cold.

First, say hello, then show so filial piety.

Sumr Dawn: Have you eaten?

Glancing at the ti on the computer, it was 10:00 AM, neither here nor there. It was hard to say whether he was asking about breakfast or lunch.

Figuring that Mrs. Fang should be busy at the shop at this ti, Xia Li waited for two minutes without receiving a ssage and was about to pick up the keyboard and type again.

But as soon as he touched the mouse, his phone rang.

Mrs. Fang: Who are you?

Mrs. Fang: Oh, isn’t this my son?

Mrs. Fang: You haven’t contacted for a month. We’ve beco strangers!

Sumr Dawn: …

Sichuan won’s unique set of attack moves: passive-aggression.

Mrs. Fang: You didn’t co looking for , so I forgot I had a son! Look at my mory!

Sumr Dawn: You’re busy. I’ll co back to you later.

Mrs. Fang: It’s okay. You can co back to next year.

Mrs. Fang: 『smile』

Perhaps in the eyes of the older generation, the smiling emoji really ant a smile.

But in Mrs. Fang’s eyes, a smile was more than just a smile.

Sichuan people had an extraordinary understanding of passive-aggression. This emoji was an alarm bell for Xia Li.

Sumr Dawn: Oh, right, Mom, I want to ask you sothing.

Mrs. Fang’s final warning still had so effect. Xia Li didn’t dare to really slip away, but casually shifted the conflict.

Mrs. Fang: Go ahead.

Sumr Dawn: …Teach about business.

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When it ca to starting a business, Fang Xia might not be able to keep up with the tis, but she definitely knew how to run a business.

When she married Old Xia, Fang Xia ran a grocery store. The grocery store business was pretty good at that ti. Fang Xia also rented the room upstairs and opened a hotel.

Later, Old Xia’s job was transferred, and the old couple wanted to send Xia Li to a better place to study, so they moved away from the old house.

They also found soone to take over the small business at ho. After the new house was settled, Fang Xia used the money from selling the old shop to do so small business.

Now Fang Xia was running a teahouse. Teahouses were everywhere in Sichuan. Although they couldn’t make a lot of money, they were easy to manage.

Mrs. Fang: Why are you asking this all of a sudden?

Mrs. Fang: I see that your college classmates are all teachers now. You have no thoughts in that direction at all?

Sumr Dawn: No, being a teacher is a very good profession, but it’s not suitable for .

Mrs. Fang: Then what do you want to do?

Sumr Dawn: Find sothing to do…Start with the basics.

Fang Xia was perceptive and clearly saw through Xia Li’s thoughts.

However, as long as her son’s ideas weren’t too unreliable, Fang Xia generally wouldn’t refuse.

Pouring cold water wasn’t the usual way of educating children in this family. Fang Xia’s consistent style was to let Xia Li try everything himself, both good and bad, and let him judge right and wrong for himself.

Because of this, Xia Li had always been a person with his own ideas, and the children in Building Number Three all liked to play with him.

Mrs. Fang: If you have ideas, co back and tell . What are you doing sending ssages on your phone? Can you make it clear?

Sumr Dawn: Then I’ll co back tomorrow.

He said and did. Xia Li’s execution was always strong.

He directly exited the backend and opened the ticket booking app.

From his hotown in Qingcheng City to Miyang City, where Fang Xia lived, it was a full 120 kiloters by car, less than two hours by car, and about forty minutes by high-speed rail. Every ti Xia Li went ho, he had to book tickets in advance to prepare.

Mrs. Fang: You’re coming back alone?

Fang Xia’s implication was clear.

Xia Li had a girlfriend now, and they had been living together for so long. It was fine if they didn’t make a sound usually, but it was rare for him to go ho this ti. It wouldn’t be right if he didn’t bring her back.

Xia Li stared at the ssage, feeling troubled for a mont.

He was very willing to take Lucia ho now.

After all, even the neighbors had seen her. There was no need to hide her anymore. It would be good for his parents to see her.

But, a two-hour drive…

It was impossible to buy a ticket for Lucia on the high-speed rail.

Unless he could drive a spacious car, it would be really difficult to take her back.

But there was a paradox here.

Xia Li was going ho to pave the way for his entrepreneurial plan. The purpose of starting a business was to earn money to buy Lucia a convertible. And the purpose of buying a car…was to take her on long trips.

Xia Li couldn’t even afford half a wheel now, so how could he drive Lucia back?

After hesitating for two minutes, Fang Xia sent another ssage.

Mrs. Fang: Don’t co back alone.

Sumr Dawn: ???

What was this mother talking about??

Sumr Dawn: Mom, I’ll go ask Xiao Lu if she’s willing to co back with .

Anyway, retreat first.

Lucia’s willingness was very important.

From Fang Xia’s point of view, she was a poor girl who had co to seek refuge. If Lucia didn’t go ho with Xia Li because she was embarrassed or had other concerns, Fang Xia wouldn’t make things difficult for her.

Having formulated his battle plan, Xia Li took his phone and went to the living room.

In the living room, Lucia was still sitting on the small stool, writing.

Her upper body was leaning on the coffee table, holding a pencil in her hand.

Because she had just learned the standard pencil grip not long ago, Lucia’s grip on the pencil was very strong, and the handwriting on the paper was also very heavy. One word could even leave a mark on three sheets of paper.

“What are you writing? You’re so focused.”

Xia Li had seen her writing for a long ti.

She had been writing for half the morning. Why hadn’t she finished yet?

However, as soon as Xia Li leaned over to ask, the evil dragon guarded against him like an intruder, stretching out her small hand and covering the notebook to prevent him from seeing it.

“A diary?” Xia Li chuckled.

Who hadn’t written a diary when they were young? Even if they didn’t, the head teacher would assign this kind of howork.

“No…” Lucia shook her head.

She raised her eyes, her expression unusually serious.

Her usually gentle almond eyes were red, as if she had just experienced sothing that made her sad.

“Hmm?”

Xia Li felt strange.

Looking down at the title of the notebook, Xia Li was stunned.

Suicide note?

What the hell??

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