My Wife Came From A Thousand Years Ago

Chapter 121: The truth will eventually be revealed

Xu Qing often found it hard to keep up with Jiang He’s thought process.

He tilted his head slightly to look at her, puzzled. Was she seeking praise? Celebrating something? Or maybe she just felt liberated after finally clearing her debt?

The motive was important—it would give him insight into her current mindset. If she were from modern times, this might be some kind of hint. But with Jiang He...

As these thoughts whirled through his mind in a matter of moments, Xu Qing had already turned halfway and gently hugged her. Noticing that Jiang He didn’t push him away like she used to, his heart soared with joy. He kept his hands carefully still, afraid of provoking her.

It all started because he couldn’t control his hands earlier and got them pinned by Jiang He.

Mid-kiss, he sensed something was off. Pulling back slightly with a strange expression, he glanced at her hands.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m… copying you,” Jiang He said.

Coincidentally, Jiang He had been pondering this very question since their fishing trip earlier that day. Now she was testing it out.

The answer? Not much.

Jiang He didn’t let him continue. Though it was different from their earlier interactions—her mind wasn’t blank, and she actually enjoyed the intimacy—she didn’t indulge.

“Thank you.”

“For what?” Xu Qing asked.

“For not giving up on me. Even when I held a sword to your throat, suspecting you of poisoning me. And for teaching me how to make a living here.”

“Well, you’re good-looking.”

Xu Qing glanced at her rosy lips and smiled, turning back to his computer. Her lips were soft, like they could melt.

“I’m good-looking… I…” Jiang He faltered, unsure how to respond.

How could someone be so blunt? Couldn’t he pretend to be righteous, like he was just helping her out of justice?

“Back then, I made it clear: taking you in was risky. Your violence, or the danger of being discovered, could have caused trouble. I even told you you could leave if you wanted to. It would’ve been less hassle for me.”

While typing on the keyboard and contacting a client, Xu Qing continued, “You chose to stay. And, well… you care for a cat long enough, and you’d grow attached. Let alone a living, breathing person like you. Liking you is only natural.”

“I’m lucky,” Jiang He said, relieved she hadn’t walked away that day.

If she had, she doubted she’d ever meet another man as patient and smart as Xu Qing.

Xu Qing’s approach—laying out all the risks and worries for her to decide—gave him the upper hand. Either she left, or she stayed and listened to him.

Jiang He had replayed that moment countless times, realizing how quickly Xu Qing had understood the situation that day. If not for his reaction, she wouldn’t have been met with patience and understanding. Wandering the streets armed and pulling out her sword indiscriminately would have led to disaster.

“You’re definitely lucky. Being good-looking is a kind of luck too. If the person hiding there had been your gang leader with a scruffy beard, I’d have called the cops immediately.” Xu Qing chuckled.

“If you had a shifty face, I’d have skewered you with my sword when you spilled the cola,” Jiang He countered.

The image of her gang leader beating up Xu Qing flashed through her mind, and she couldn’t help but smile. “We’re both lucky, but I still need to thank you.”

“Sure, but smile more. You look great when you smile.”

Xu Qing playfully flicked her face. When her expression returned to being blank, he shrugged. After a moment, he stood up, grabbed his phone from the desk, and added the client’s WeChat. Then, handing the keyboard to her, he said, “Sell him coins in increments of ten yuan, starting with 800.”

“Ten yuan at a time?” Jiang He asked. Selling 800 yuan this way meant eighty transactions.

“Yep, to avoid scams. It’s a bit of work, but safer. As long as he pays first, it doesn’t matter if it’s ten or fifty yuan,” Xu Qing explained.

“That’s going to take forever…”

“True, but cutting out the middlemen gets you more money.”

Hearing that, Jiang He perked up. Sitting cross-legged on the chair, she focused on controlling her character to start trading with the client.

“Once we sell all the coins, I can pay for your TV and even save up a bit,” she said, already planning how to use the money.

“What will you use it for?” Xu Qing asked.

“As a rainy-day fund,” Jiang He replied seriously.

“Ah, a savings stash. Sounds good. Save as much as you can.”

Xu Qing supported the idea wholeheartedly. The more secure she felt, the happier she’d be. And isn’t happiness the most important thing?

After watching her handle several transactions without issue, Xu Qing felt reassured. His gaze shifted from the computer screen to Jiang He’s face. Her focused expression was endearing, making him want to tease her.

“Is sitting cross-legged comfortable?” he asked.

“Mm-hmm.” Jiang He nodded absentmindedly.

“Looks like a strange position… take your socks off.”

Xu Qing tugged at her cotton socks experimentally. Lost in her excitement about the ten-yuan payments, Jiang He absentmindedly complied, letting him remove her socks before resuming her trading.

“Your feet are so smooth, not like your hands with all those calluses…”

“Ah!” Jiang He flinched, nearly kicking him. “Why are you touching my feet?!”

“I was just curious…”

The smooth texture had Xu Qing’s thoughts drifting, but he quickly suppressed the urge to touch them again. He carried her socks to the balcony to wash them.

“What are you doing?” Jiang He asked nervously, her attention split between the screen and Xu Qing. The sensation of him touching her foot lingered, and now seeing him take her socks away made her more tense.

“Washing them, obviously,” Xu Qing replied.

“I can wash them myself!”

“Focus on selling coins. Washing socks is no big deal. Besides, it’s cold out, and washing powder is harsh on the hands. I’m a man—it doesn’t matter for me. But you need to take care of your hands.”

Jiang He’s face turned beet red. “I… I…”

“You’re a woman, and I’m your man,” Xu Qing added with a teasing grin.

“I… I…”

Jiang He could face down swords and bloodshed without flinching, but Xu Qing’s words left her flustered to the point of tears.

“Xu Qing!”

“Yeah, I’m here.”

“…”

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