Chapter 177 Husband 14

By the time she was showering, the sky had completely darkened. Wen Hui was wrapped in a towel and laid on the bed. Zheng Song's speculations based on the available information, involving the habits of unknown species and even the method of species continuation, always struck her as tinged with strangeness.

How many days has it been since the existence of the unknown species was confirmed?

How come the progress of the research institute suddenly seemed to have been accelerated, and they could even study the life patterns and habits of species in another world in such detail?

Zheng Song was a man of measured character, never speaking out about anything he wasn't sure about, so his guess was ninety percent likely to be true. Wen Hui felt a wave of confusion, overwhelmed by the overwhelming amount of information, and then a wave of uncertainty washed over her.

The glass door looks like a transparent mirror in the darkness.

Wen Hui withdrew her gaze from the dark clouds covering the sky outside the window and casually glanced at the image on the glass mirror.

The outline of the woman in the glass mirror was blurry, a white bath towel wrapped around her body, and her wet black hair hung down behind her. Even though it was blurry, her gentle and kind facial features could still be seen.

It's like a night-blooming cereus that blooms quietly at night.

Beside her, the man had his back to her. Below his broad back was a narrow waist and abdomen and straight, slender legs. His figure was superior, like a tall pine tree standing on either side. In the blink of an eye, the man bent down and wrapped her wet hair with a towel, his movements revealing a bit of pity and tenderness.

Wen Hui thought that this was the first time Zheng Song wiped her hair.

In the past, she was the one who did more of these things. Sometimes, Zheng Song even disliked her being clingy and refused her attempts to get close to him.

Thinking about the past, Wen Hui recalled the unpleasant incident in front of the elevator door this morning. The smile on her lips disappeared almost instantly, her eyebrows drooped, and the already drooping corners of her eyes looked even more aggrieved.

Wen Hui bit her lip and looked at Zheng Song without blinking.

His expression was gentle, his movements gentle. Seeing her frown, he asked, "Does it hurt?" and then used even less force to play with her hair. "I'll be gentler. Huihui wants feedback on my strength." It didn't seem like he was pretending.

Being loved like a child by her partner, the suppressed grievances in the morning and the cold stares she received at her mother-in-law's house suddenly flooded into her heart. She pushed Zheng Song's hand away, took off her bath towel, put on her nightgown, and distanced herself from him.

Zheng Song's palm was empty, and he looked puzzled: "Hui Hui?"

Wen Hui grabbed her lace nightgown and rummaged through the closet, finding an ordinary, unadorned set of pajamas and pants. She gritted her teeth and changed in front of Zheng Song, then turned to face him and forced a tearful smile.

"I was just scared by the monster. I made you worry and waste so much time with me. You should go and take care of your work first. I'll go to the kitchen to cook." She clenched her fingertips and noticed Zheng Song's inquiring gaze. For some reason, she felt a surge of grievances and her voice choked unconsciously. "...I had lunch at my mother's house. My parents are in good health. Since there is proof that monsters exist, I can bring them home someday so you don't have to worry all the time."

Monsters have already figured out the rules of human society.

Parents? He was a monster from another world. Even if he was wearing Zheng Song's skin, he wasn't Zheng Song himself. What relationship did his parents have to him? The monster didn't know, nor did he want to understand, how hypocritical his thoughts were at the moment. He instinctively blurted out, "No."

Wen Hui was startled.

He walked up to his wife, who was clearly exuding a sense of dejection, and tentatively took her hand. She did not hide, and Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced at the ground several times, secretly reminding himself not to expose himself.

Huihui said it was disgusting and she would be scared, but as for the consequences she was afraid of - he didn't dare to imagine it.

“Meihui.”

Zheng Song bent down, his gaze level with Wen Hui. A flash of crimson flashed across the cat's eyes, their dark pupils revealing a faint look of doubt. It gave Wen Hui the impression that she was losing her temper with a naive dog, and that innocent look made her strangely feel guilty.

"If my observations are correct... what I mean is this - we are husband and wife, a brand new entity, two originally independent individuals formed into a whole by marriage. And Mom and Dad are another entity. Of course, as a child, I have the obligation to take care of them, but based on the current situation, they have a house and a pension, so there is absolutely no need for them to interfere in our lives..."

“Don’t take them over, Megumin.”

Wen Hui was at a loss as to what to do because of Zheng Song's unchanging attitude.

The man in front of me is one person during the day and another at night. In the morning, he is a man of his word, and in the evening, he becomes a considerate model husband. Isn't he tired of switching like this all day long?

At the same time, she thought angrily: Love is what it is, they are his parents, what does it have to do with her?

Zheng Song became more and more aggressive, gradually shortening the distance between him and Wen Hui, until they were hugging each other tightly, and he let out a long sigh.

The information about family that emerged in the monster's mind, after being processed and understood, made him want to share it. He wanted to get his wife's approval and thus ease the inexplicably cooling relationship with Wen Hui.

"Huihui," he called his wife's name skillfully and affectionately, and said, "There's a choice that has troubled me for years - if my wife and mother fall into the water, who should I save first?"

Wen Hui hadn't yet vented her morning frustrations when she heard Zheng Song seem to want to discuss the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. Indeed, in Wen Hui's experience, whenever Zheng Song spoke to her in such a formal tone, it was always an invitation to get along well with her mother and be filial to her parents-in-law. She thought she was doing a good job, and if Zheng Song started to criticize her, she would never want to talk to him again.

Wen Hui pursed her lips tightly and said nothing.

Zheng Song lowered his eyes and said, "...If you want to answer this multiple-choice question, you need to truly understand the meaning of marriage. Marriage is the union of two people, forming a new family together. So, while it may seem like a decision for two people, it actually involves two families! My wife and I, my father and his wife... my wife and mother fell into the water. If you were to ask me, the person I would save would be Huihui. Mom can be saved by her husband."

He lamented, "It sounds cruel, but as children grow up, they gradually separate from their parents and form new families. It's only natural that the needs of their new family should be their primary consideration."

Wen Hui looked at his expression carefully and it didn't seem like he was being perfunctory.

But his tone sounded like he was trying to distance himself from the matter!

When talking about her parents, her tone was stiff, which was completely different from the attitude she used in the morning when she was asked to go to her mother-in-law's house to accompany the two elderly people!

Wen Hui even began to doubt whether she really understood Zheng Song?

Her impression of Zheng Song, despite his gentle and kind appearance, was that he was actually a somewhat chauvinistic man, a result of his upbringing. As the youngest son, with two older sisters, his family prioritized his needs, and he embraced and upheld his beliefs about relationships between men and women.

"Men work outside, women work inside", "Men work hard for their careers outside, women stay at home to take care of their parents-in-law, raise children, and take care of the housework"...

Although he is a top student and an outstanding psychological counselor, when he takes off the psychologist's packaging, he is actually a person who accepts the many conveniences given by society and wants to continue to maintain such conveniences.

He loved Wen Hui, loved her understanding, loved her reliance, loved her obedience... Once Wen Hui became different, his love would disappear, and then he would transfer to other gentle and understanding women.

Such a man with deep-rooted ideas, who couldn't even accept Wen Hui staying outside for a short time in her nightgown, actually told her that he didn't want to bring her parents over and wanted to live alone with her, even in such a dangerous social environment.

Wen Hui noticed something was wrong.

She frowned, and before she could come to her senses, a wet and hot kiss suddenly fell on her brow. Zheng Song looked at her closely, his eyes full of tenderness, as if a pool of soft spring water wrapped her up. Her already unclear thoughts were completely lost in Zheng Song's affectionate "Hui Hui".

When she came to her senses, the sheets were wrinkled like the surging sea. Skin as white as mutton fat jade and scarlet flesh overlapped, and then disappeared like the tide the moment she opened her eyes. Wen Hui looked out the window with hazy eyes. The night was dark, and it was not yet time to go to bed. He actually broke the "rules" on his own initiative...

"I'm sorry, Huihui. Let's go to the bathroom together. You don't have to do anything. I'll clean it up."

Zheng Song carried her into the bathroom again. He didn't leave. He turned on the shower head, and water streamed down densely, shrouding the bathroom in mist once again.

Wen Hui's cheeks flushed red, and she had long forgotten the grievances she had suffered that morning. The afterglow surged over her. She huddled in Zheng Song's arms, not daring to look into his eyes filled with passion. She asked with some confusion, "Did you... use a tool?"

Zheng Song pretended to be confused even though he knew the truth: "What do you mean, Huihui? I don't understand."

Wen Hui's skin was red from the steam. Behind her was a white porcelain wall. Her black hair was draped over her shoulders. Her thin shoulders curved downwards into graceful lines. The condensed water droplets looked like morning dew held by flower petals.

Zheng Song's eyes were filled with infatuation and a hint of criticism. "She's too thin! How could Huihui be so thin?" If he wasn't around and she was targeted by monsters from another world, how would he fight them?

Wen Hui shyly avoided his gaze: "Just lie to me."

"I'm not lying to you," Zheng Song said seriously, "I didn't use any tools."

Wen Hui raised her face and retorted: "...Impossible!"

Zheng Song was afraid of being exposed, so he laughed: "Hui Hui is really smart. I lied to you and used tools."

He put his arm around her shoulders and said, "I want to know your feedback."

Wen Hui blushed and said shyly, "...Don't, don't go too far!"

Zheng Song laughed softly.

Wen Hui couldn't stand steadily, so Zheng Song provided her with support. Amidst the mist, the ground was slowly covered with a thin layer of sticky substance, which silently flowed along the gaps to the surface of Wen Hui's shoes and wrapped around her feet. He only dared to get close to his wife in this way secretly.

Ten minutes later.

Wen Hui's profile rested on the man's shoulder. He carried her out of the bathroom and repeated the previous wiping action.

After they changed into clean home clothes, Zheng Song's eyes scanned Wen Hui like a scanner, and he said with a slightly dissatisfied tone, "Hui Hui, you need to eat more."

His pupils turned scarlet for a moment, but the moment Wen Hui glanced at him, they returned to their normal gentle and harmless color.

"Meihui, I'm hungry."

Wen Hui glanced at the time: "It's already ten o'clock. I'll go prepare dinner."

Wen Hui placed a large order and filled the refrigerator with food. But when she opened the refrigerator door, she found that the amount of meat in the freezer was not right.

She remembered filling every shelf with fresh meat. Zheng Song loved beef, so she bought a lot. There was a freezer at home, also filled with food, but at first glance, it seemed like everything was still there. But after a closer look, it seemed a lot was missing.

Wen Hui was puzzled: "Zheng Song, is there a thief in the house?"

Zheng Song glanced guiltily at the freezer. He'd purposely eaten a small piece from each plastic bag, barely enough to fill his stomach before heading out to find food late at night. Unexpectedly, Wen Hui had spotted him after all. Hui Hui was truly a discerning person.

He put his arm around Wen Hui's shoulders and pushed her out of the kitchen: "Hui Hui is injured. Leave dinner to me. Can I fry the steak?"

Wen Hui was worried about handing the kitchen over to Zheng Song, so the two of them squeezed into the kitchen, with Wen Hui teaching and Zheng Song responsible for the execution.

The small kitchen was filled with the smell of fireworks. As the steak came out of the pot, Wen Hui held Zheng Song's face and kissed him.