My Wife Came From A Thousand Years Ago

Chapter 1: I Am a Good Person

Early autumn, torrential rain poured.

The dark sky looked as if it would collapse. Due to the weather, it was only a little past five in the afternoon, yet the sky was already dim.

Xu Qing splashed through the rain on the street, his pant legs rolled up high, sending water flying several meters away as he dashed.

"Hey, Xu, no umbrella?"

The old security guard in the booth spotted him running like a wild dog from afar. He pulled an umbrella out from under the table and waved it as Xu Qing approached.

"Broken halfway!"

Xu Qing finally reached the large umbrella by the booth, waved at the security guard, glanced at his drenched clothes, and wiped his face. "I’m soaked anyway, no need."

With that, he adjusted his loosened pant legs and continued splashing his way towards the complex.

The old residential complex already housed few people, and in this weather, it was even more deserted. Xu Qing sprinted to the building entrance, stomped his feet to shake off some water, squeezed out the hem of his dripping clothes, and fished for his keys as he stepped inside.

The motion-activated light in the dim stairwell lit up with the noise. Xu Qing paused at the sight of a shadow by his door.

It was a girl, leaning against the wall. She looked up at the light with a wary expression before fixing a cold, guarded stare at him.

A few strands of hair clung to her face, water dripping from the ends. She seemed to have been caught in the rain too...

It wasn't the girl herself that startled him but her outfit—dressed as an ancient warrior in a simple, rustic hemp robe, a sword held vertically in her left hand, the hilt gripped tightly in her right, feet clad in straw sandals so worn that her toes poked out.

Dedication.

Truly dedicated.

Xu Qing couldn't help but chuckle inwardly at the sight of those tattered sandals. He cast a casual glance her way and kept searching for his keys, preparing to unlock the door.

Seeing his movement, the girl tensed, her wary gaze sharpening, back slightly arched as she spoke in a peculiar accent: "Stop!"

"......"

Xu Qing waved his keys and pointed at the door, "This is my home."

He paused, feeling slightly helpless.

Did he really look that much like a bad guy?

The girl even took a step back, which made Xu Qing feel unexpectedly offended.

"Um..."

He opened his mouth, then shut it again, inserted the key, and turned. Glancing back, he noted the girl's unwavering vigilance. Xu Qing had never seen such a gaze—intense, like a spiky little hedgehog ready to defend itself.

Leaving the mysterious, cosplay-loving girl outside, he locked the door, stripped off his soaked clothes, and headed for a hot shower.

The warm water flowed over him, washing away the chill and exhaustion.

A hot shower after getting drenched, followed by lounging in pajamas with a cold soda, was bliss.

“Winter Melon, come here.”

Sipping his drink, he grabbed the TV remote, turned it on, and fetched cat food from a cabinet to feed Winter Melon.

Winter Melon was once a stray cat, skin and bones, found perched on the community wall two years back. Xu Qing had kept an eye on it for days before luring it down with a sausage on an auspicious day and bringing it home.

Now, the once-scrappy street cat had been pampered into a chubby house cat that eagerly trotted over to its food bowl.

Wind and rain outside, soda and a cat inside.

Xu Qing stretched, looked out the window, and ordered a burger, chicken wrap, and cola combo on his phone.

Two streaks of lightning illuminated the sky, followed by rolling thunder. He glanced at the time, then the door, deliberated for a moment, and grabbed an umbrella, peeking through the peephole.

No sign of the prickly girl.

Creak.

He opened the door to check and met her wary eyes, still a few steps away, poised defensively.

“Um...”

It was an awkward situation—being treated as some kind of threat for the first time.

“It’s getting dark, and this rain doesn’t look like it’ll stop anytime soon. If your home isn’t far...” Xu Qing smiled, thinking it was a friendly gesture, and raised the umbrella to show her.

Seeing no reaction, he tilted his head and continued, “If it is far, you can call someone to pick you up. I can ask the security guard for help. You're soaked; you should head home soon...”

Despite her drenched state, the girl had an air of grace. With her spirited expression, she didn’t seem like a local—he would’ve remembered her otherwise.

“Where is this?” she finally spoke, accent still strange, right hand clutching her worn sword.

Xu Qing, holding the umbrella and leaning against the doorframe, guessed, “This is Jiahe Complex, on Beiwang Road.”

“......”

“......”

They stared at each other. She frowned slightly, contemplated, and asked, “Who are you?”

“......”

Xu Qing was at a loss for how to respond.

Helpful neighbor?

Crazy guy?

“Call me handsome.” He rolled his eyes. “Do you want the umbrella or not? If not, I’m taking it back.”

The girl’s expression shifted subtly. She glanced at the black umbrella, relaxing a fraction. Letting go of her sword hilt, she cupped her fist in a martial salute, “I am a disciple of the Yan Gang. I don’t know how I arrived here...”

“......”

“......”

Xu Qing blinked.

Definitely not right in the head.

“Which school are you from? Actually, never mind. I’ll call the security guard and see what’s going on.”

He only intended to lend her an umbrella. Who knew she’d be a cosplayer stuck in her role?

He took another glance at her—disheveled in her traditional garb, hair tied with a string, holding her sword with a martial artist’s poise. Sighing, he retreated inside for his phone.

If she stayed out in the rain all night or wandered around after dark, she’d probably make tomorrow’s news...

Xu Qing picked up his phone from the couch, dialed the guard’s number, and gestured for the girl to come in.

“Hello, hello, Uncle Zhao, can you hear me?”

The call connected after a couple of rings. The girl remained at the doorway, cautiously watching him make the call.

“Hello? Xu? What’s up???”

Suddenly, the TV blasted an ad at full volume, startling Xu Qing and the girl.

Thud!

Crack!

Sizzle...

The TV sparked, smoke rising from a small dagger lodged right in the center.

“Xu? What’s going on?” Uncle Zhao’s voice buzzed through the phone.

Clang!

The girl’s sword was drawn, gleaming coldly.

Xu Qing stared at the smoking TV, then at the girl who had taken a step back, sword raised, and stood frozen.

“......”

“......”

“Xu?”

“Nothing. Carry on.”

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