Chapter 604

However, the human emperor Shang Heng did not acknowledge Him, which gradually fostered His rebellious mentality, causing Him to oppose Him in every way.

This is really... awkward!

They're all ancient relics that have lived for thousands of years, yet they act like childish kids, getting angry with themselves.

Wen Xin thought to herself with amusement, "Maybe it's because I've been staying home for too long?"

However, she wouldn't criticize her non-human husband's two personalities. She respected every aspect of him, but she wouldn't allow him to fight to the death with himself.

Isn't this pure self-torture?

Wen Xin really didn't want to be a widow, nor did she want her home to be in constant chaos; how could she possibly live like that?

Or perhaps she should find something to keep her insane, old-fashioned husband busy, instead of always thinking about making trouble for herself and dragging this innocent bystander into it.

What should we do to keep Him busy?

Go out and start a business?

But her husband, who's a real devil, is a complete shut-in!

And was the one who went out to do business involved with some kind of cult?

Wouldn't the human world be destroyed then?

Forget it, let's not bother messing with the unfortunate official authorities.

Is there anything else?

Um, between husband and wife?

Why doesn't she have a baby for Him to take care of?

She knew how hard and tiring it was to take care of children. As long as there were children in the house, the adults' time and space were practically zero. They were busy with the children when they opened their eyes and still busy with the children when they closed their eyes.

I don't believe He'll have time to fight me then.

But can a human girl really have a child with a terrifying deity?

Thinking about how they hadn't taken any precautions beforehand, Wen Xin blushed and thought that if they could have children at that rate, they'd probably have a whole football team... cough cough, no, she completely refused to accept that.

She can manage one child, two is a stretch, and three or more is really not an option for her.

Only women truly understand the difficulties of childbirth; improper care can lead to lifelong health problems.

Wen Xin admires all mothers who have gone through the hardship of pregnancy and childbirth, and can also understand single women or women who do not want to have children. However, some people just like to talk without understanding the pain. They directly put a sentence like "If others can do it, why can't you?" on a girl's head. I don't know what their mentality is.

Wen Xin genuinely loves children and is willing to have a child with the man she loves. She is also certain that she can take good care of herself and will not develop any health problems. Furthermore, she believes that her husband will treat her well.

But it's probably best not to have too many children.

The more she thought about it, the more she strayed from the topic. Wen Xin covered her mouth and yawned sleepily, pondering in a daze whether He preferred boys or girls.

However, she was too tired to ask her, so she nestled in His arms and fell into a deep sleep.

...

When she woke up the next day, He was still sitting upright by her bedside. Sunlight fell on His handsome face, which was filled with holy divinity. However, the gaze that fell on her was full of intoxicating affection.

"elder brother."

Wen Xin recognized which personality of His it was at a glance. She couldn't help but sigh and admire her own composure. She was able to remain so calm and not be startled by His sudden personality switch.

Of course, this is because Wen Xin has not yet fully grasped the true wickedness of her devilish husband, so she remains relatively calm.

Later, in bed, this inhuman demon would suddenly switch personalities, employing all sorts of tricks and endlessly asking her who was more powerful and whom she was more satisfied with…

Even Wen Xin's strong heart couldn't withstand it and collapsed.

Thankfully, she wasn't a man, otherwise she would have really gone limp on the spot and never been able to get it up again.

But the fact that she married a terrifying deity husband means she has an unusually strong mentality, so it's not unacceptable for her to be a little wild... Hehe!

What terrible things has she done?

However, Wen Xin is unaware of just how manipulative this man can be, especially when facing Wen Xu's ghostly presence, she always finds herself becoming obedient without realizing it.

He reached out to help her up, his cool fingertips gently caressing her fair face, his gentle voice filled with tenderness, "Are you tired? Is anything bothering you?"

Wen Xin blushed slightly and shook her head.

The ghost handed her a dress, saying, "I've made some breakfast, would you like to get up and try it?"

Wen Xin was stunned. "You made this, brother?"

The ghost nodded with a smile, "However, this is my first time making it, so I don't know if it will suit your taste."

"Brother, you don't need to do this..."

“He is right. I used to put on airs and made you feel distant, but that’s not how husband and wife should act.”

Wen Xin gently bit her lip, her eyes filled with tears, deeply moved.

The ghost gently embraced her and whispered, "I just want to be an ordinary husband and wife with you for the rest of my life, Ah Xin. Please give your husband a chance."

Wen Xin reached out and hugged him, burying her face in his shoulder. "Brother is very good. He has always been the best husband."

The ghost chuckled softly, stroking her hair affectionately. "Did He bother you again last night?"

Wen Xin knew who He was talking about and gently shook her head.

The ghost sighed, "It's my fault."

"elder brother……"

“Ah Xin, don’t worry, listen to me. I was born a natural deity, with a clear mind and compassion for all humanity. When I was needed to sacrifice myself, I did so without hesitation. I considered myself perfect. Later, I was sealed here and suffered the corruption of the world’s darkness until I came into being…”

However, Emperor Shang Heng was unwilling to admit that the evil being filled with destructive desires was also himself.

He believed it to be a vessel for human darkness, and always looked down on it with a superior compassion, sighing in pity.

Because their boundless desires and greed have created the most evil and terrifying being in the world, they will eventually turn on you.

How pitiful and tragic, but this is the karma they created, and they must bear it themselves.

Therefore, the fallen human emperor Shang Heng, who had degenerated into a ghost or god, viewed the human world with a cold, indifferent divinity, believing himself to have always been pure and untainted...

Until her appearance, He became aware of His desires and greed, but still refused to admit it, let alone share her with another version of Him, and even went so far as to want to destroy Himself.

The ghost held the girl tightly in its arms, its gentle and perfect face cracked, half Buddha, half demon, so ugly that it resisted it vehemently, yet refused to run away any longer.

Wen Xin gently stroked his tense back, "Brother, it's okay, don't say anything if you feel uncomfortable."

She understood that He was born a flawless jade, and the appearance of a crack was like a mockery of everything He had done. How could He bear it? How could He endure thousands of years of torment?

He could only deny it.

The ghost closed its eyes. "There's nothing that can't be said. I know He also resents me. We are one. Why should I be open and honest, while He is forever hated and feared, and not tolerated by the world?"

Wen Xin felt a lump in her throat, gently stroking His back, obediently becoming His best listener.

The ghost slowly released her, forehead to forehead, his deep eyes reflecting her clean and gentle features. His voice was hoarse, "Ah Xin, your brother admits that he is not a perfect god, but just one of the masses. I can hate, I can be jealous, I can be greedy..."

This time, He truly acknowledged, "He is also me."

Wen Xin reached out and cupped His face, kissing His forehead. "No matter who you are, you are my brother, my husband, and the one I will spend the rest of my life with."

The ghost's eyebrows relaxed, the corners of his lips curved up, his smile was gentle and warm, yet also a little unrestrained and indulgent. He grasped her neck and kissed her lips.

"Me too, little bride."

As time goes by, she is all His hope for the future.