From that day on, Xie Yuancheng wouldn't let me into the kitchen. When the shopkeeper's superior found out, he sighed to me, saying how wonderful it was to have such a husband. A little while later, the shopkeeper also sent me a message, saying that I should talk to Xie Yuancheng and write him a book of rules for loving his wife, so that he could learn from it.

It was originally a joke, but Xie Yuancheng actually wrote it, complete with pictures and text, which made me laugh. Later, I shared the book's contents using the shopkeeper's account, and the number of clicks skyrocketed. Some publishers even left comments to publish it.

When I told Xie Yuancheng, he immediately frowned and said, "Ying'er, don't be silly."

"What nonsense is this? It's just that people's feelings are so superficial these days, which is why they find it so novel."

I saw some funny comments. Some people with violent tendencies used offensive language, calling me a henpecked husband, and others started hurling insults. I was about to delete them when I refreshed the page and saw a group of people helping to fight back, making those who were hurling insults delete their own comments.

Xie Yuancheng was unhappy about this for a whole day. I tried everything I could, and he gave me a slightly nicer look, saying he would change his approach.

"No, if you change, I'll fall out of favor. You said that when you married me."

Xie Yuancheng covered my mouth: "All you do is bring up the past. You even cheated on me. How do you explain that, being both my father and mother?"

My eyes lit up and I came up with a good reason: "That's just bad luck that the prince consort got into. I'm Ji Ying, your wife, and it has nothing to do with me."

“Ying’er always knows how to change the subject.” He finally smiled and touched my slender waist again: “But it’s okay. After our daughter is born, let’s see if you still dare to mess around. I’ll lock you in the room and not let any outsiders near you. I’ll make you warm my bed every day.”

"That's too much!" I covered my eyes and pretended to cry. "I'm going to go back and tell my parents that you're bullying me."

"I'm just bullying you."

"But how do you know it will be a daughter? What if it's a son?"

"Don't worry, Ying'er, it's definitely a girl. I've been studying medicine with my master for a year, and as long as we use the right methods, it's bound to be right. If it turns out to be a second son, we'll have another one."

He's so serious, I just played on my phone with my hand on my arm, ignoring his talk about having children.

A few days later, Xie Yuancheng mysteriously asked me to wait outside the door, saying he had a surprise for me. I patiently sat on the bench in the yard, but an hour had passed and he still hadn't opened the door for me.

When the door opened, Xie Yuancheng blindfolded me and pulled me inside.

"Yuancheng, why are you being so mysterious?"

"Ying'er, count to three, then open your eyes."

I smiled and counted to three. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw familiar faces. "Father, Mother, and Yu'er."

I reached out and walked over them, but they were still laughing.

"Ying'er, you must listen to Yuan Cheng." These were the words of her father, and her mother laughed beside her, along with Yu'er's laughter.

"How did you do that? It's so similar."

"My master taught me that the shadows of the two of us in our room are a virtual image I created on the computer, with their voices added. The outline was created using intelligent photons, which is why the projection effect is so realistic."

"That's amazing."

"Ying'er, would you like to go inside and take a look?"

I ran upstairs, and as soon as I opened the door, I heard voices. I opened the door and went in, then quickly backed out.

"Xie Yuancheng!" I grabbed his collar. "You've gone too far."

“Ying’er, this is something I made with great care. Look, your parents are still laughing at you, and even Yu’er is laughing.”

I blushed: "That's too much. You're bullying people because of your intelligence."

"Where did I bully you?"

"Don't try to act cute like me, or else..."

"What else can I do?" Xie Yuancheng raised an eyebrow, looking utterly irritating.

"I prayed to God that in my next life I would be a man so that you could serve me."

"Can."

I was sitting on the sofa, and that's just how he is—he agrees to everything so quickly, and then he tricks me into it.

However, ever since then, whenever I miss my parents, I open the phantom image he made, take a picture of the clothes on my parents with my phone, add filters and some special effects, and then send it to the shopkeeper.

Who knew he would post it on his account in the blink of an eye, and his fans went wild. His follower count increased so fast that I heard the shopkeeper say that the social media platform's server crashed, which made him think that his apprentice was outstanding.

Xie Yuancheng frowned in anger when he found out: "Ying'er, come to me."

“Yuancheng, look, the shopkeeper says he has millions of fans now.”

I was feeling happy when Xie Yuancheng snatched my phone and threw it aside, then started lecturing me. In the end, all I could remember was the swaying Lockheed crystal chandelier above me.

Xie Yuancheng stipulated that I had to show him everything I posted. I started taking pictures of flowers and plants, and then he projected the videos I took onto the wall, adding some fairy and fantasy effects on the spot, instantly turning it into a magical world.

I used his phone to film every step of the way. The shopkeeper said that if Xie Yuancheng didn't go back, he would definitely be able to create something amazing.

"Look how highly the shopkeeper speaks of you, you're truly my good husband."

"Of course it's yours. These are all things your master taught you. If he were to do them, they would look great. Besides, they're just ordinary scenes. If Ying'er likes them, we can go to the sea to film them another day, and I'll make a short version of a disaster movie for you."

I nodded. "Looks like you didn't waste your time reading those books and watching those movies. Let's go out when the weather's nice."

Xie Yuancheng just couldn't sit still. He always wanted to research something new, but he found that he could only do some simple things in Dazhao. So he started to learn new and interesting things everywhere, saying that he could show them off here as well.

As long as he's happy, that's all that matters. I just sit beside him and watch him tinker with these things, and the more I watch, the happier I feel for him. Xie Yuancheng always says he married a good wife; if it were someone else, they wouldn't even be able to accept these things, let alone find them strange.

"So you should thank me for saving you from this sea of ​​suffering."

"Ying'er is really not modest."

"Why be modest? I'm already doing well enough to have a good husband who dotes on me. I don't even have to defy the heavens."

Xie Yuancheng tapped on his phone and pulled me close, saying, "Yes, it's best to be with Ying'er."

Sometimes I worry about how long he will love me. In the worst-case scenario, he might get tired of me after two or three years. But after going through so much together, I know that even a lifetime is too short.

Looking at his serious profile, I thought to myself, "Fate is such a mysterious thing. People who had no connection before can be drawn together."

Later, I followed Xie Yuancheng's notes and tried to project the image several times, but I messed it up every time. He came and fixed some parts, and it was barely watchable.