Mistaking My Wife for a Spirit Pet - Chapter 8

Chapter 8

She met Nan Zhi’s gaze, and this time, Nan Zhi’s eyes were filled with dissatisfaction toward her.

For some reason, that little bit of anger and complex emotions completely dissipated, and a sense of grievance welled up in her heart, making the pain in her wrist feel even more profound.

All her emotions rose and fell. Yu Shu just quietly looked at Nan Zhi.

For a very long time.

So long that Nan Zhi avoided her gaze.

So long that…

Yu Shu closed her eyes and turned her head to the side.

The force on her wrist suddenly became lighter.

“Hey, don’t…”

“Don’t be like this.” The person who had just been so forceful suddenly spoke in a softer tone.

Yu Shu ignored her and didn’t want to look. She just kept her eyes closed, her voice dejected.

“Do whatever you want…”

“If you want to bully me, go ahead and bully me.”

The hand that had been holding her down suddenly loosened, and the warm breath also moved away.

Yu Shu opened her eyes. The embarrassment and shyness of the person in front of her suddenly made her feel much more relieved.

The person who had just been so forceful had a red face, and her voice was stammering: “I… I never thought that.”

It wasn’t enough.

This wasn’t enough.

She quietly looked at Nan Zhi and blinked.

A cool liquid slid down her cheek. She lowered her eyes and said softly, “Hmm, say whatever you want…”

“Ah…”

“Don’t cry, don’t cry…”

Nan Zhi was at a loss. She tried to take out a handkerchief to wipe away Yu Shu’s tears, but she was afraid of making her cry again.

“Nan Zhi, do you really think I can’t go to the West Sea without you?”

Yu Shu was clearly saying harsh words while crying with her eyes lowered, but Nan Zhi felt that her soft, gentle voice wasn’t harsh at all.

Nan Zhi’s scalp tingled. She forced a smile, and her voice was extremely weak. “I never thought that.”

Her heart trembled. She cautiously looked at Yu Shu.

She saw Yu Shu suddenly look up. Her slightly red eyes made Nan Zhi’s heart feel bitter.

Nan Zhi opened her mouth, but she heard Yu Shu say—

“I really can’t go without you.”

“You’re the only one who can take me to the depths of the West Sea.”

“…”

Nan Zhi’s expression froze. She was dumbfounded and speechless.

A myriad of emotions spread through her stiff limbs. Her pale golden eyes changed again and again.

Is that what Yu Shu was thinking?

Her lips opened and closed several times, but she still couldn’t say anything. Only the soft voice came to her ears.

“I spent the whole afternoon researching meals. I was going to reward you with it.”

“So, you’re not going to escort me to the West Sea anymore?”

Nan Zhi clenched her hands and answered quickly, “No, that’s not true!”

Yu Shu: “Really?”

Nan Zhi: “Truer than true!”

Yu Shu suddenly smiled. Her teary eyes were bright and clear.

“Then… are you still willing to eat this?”

Her voice was soft, her smile was sweet, and the slight redness at the corners of her eyes made her look a little fragile.

Nan Zhi pursed her lips, thinking…

If this Young City Lord could just be happy and not cry anymore, that would be great.

So this time, she answered quickly, “Yes, I will!”

The Young City Lord, who had red eyes and tears just moments ago, smiled vividly, her eyebrows raised.

“I spent the whole afternoon researching it. You should try it.” She turned and elegantly picked up the plate.

She used a silver chopstick to pick up a black, lumpy thing and said softly, “Ah…”

Nan Zhi: …

Why does this feel so strange?

It doesn’t feel right.

In her confusion, she looked up and met Yu Shu’s gaze. Her almond-shaped eyes were full of eager sincerity and anticipation.

Nan Zhi instantly froze.

Feeling so guilty, I can’t sit still.

The Young City Lord condescended to make a meal, and I maliciously suspected her. I deserve to die.

Without thinking, Nan Zhi opened her mouth and took a bite.

At the same time, the Young City Lord’s eyes became incredibly expectant.

Nan Zhi obligingly chewed twice, and then—

Her expression froze, and she stiffened.

“Ugh…”

What the heck is this thing!

Nan Zhi stood up shakily, her eyes filled with tears, and she looked indignantly at the culprit.

The culprit—Yu Shu’s delicate face was full of worry, and her eyes were trembling. She hesitated.

“Nan Zhi…”

“Are you okay?”

Nan Zhi: …

This is a little weird.

She weakly sat back down on the stone stool, pursed her lips to savor the deadly taste, and slowly said, “…I’m fine.”

The Young City Lord’s face was flushed, and her guilty eyes were filled with mist. “…Is it that bad? I’m sorry.”

Nan Zhi awkwardly forced a smile. If this Young City Lord cried again, she couldn’t take it.

“It feels… okay.” She gritted her teeth and bit her lip. After struggling for a while, she said against her conscience, “It’s not that bad.”

The Young City Lord’s expression changed very quickly. She was full of surprise and eagerness. “Really? Then I’ll try some…”

“…”

Nan Zhi’s scalp tingled, a pain like being pricked by a needle.

A dog wouldn’t even eat this dish. Is this noble Young City Lord going to eat it?

She’ll die. She’ll be tortured to death by the taste.

Nan Zhi deftly took the plate back. Under Yu Shu’s disapproving gaze, she said against her conscience, “Young City Lord, didn’t you say this was for me?”

Yu Shu was slightly stunned, then she understood. She looked delighted. “It seems you really like it and want to eat it all yourself.”

Nan Zhi: …

How should I put this?

It still feels a little strange.

“That’s right. The Young City Lord’s own creation, I…” Nan Zhi’s mouth twitched. She didn’t dare to make a big promise, but Yu Shu’s expectant eyes seemed to burn through her. “I’ll definitely eat it all.”

“Really?”

Yu Shu’s eyes were bright and clear. She silently handed over the chopsticks.

Nan Zhi: …

I don’t know if it’s my imagination.

I always feel like Yu Shu’s happiness isn’t because someone is tasting her own creation.

Her scalp tingled for a long while.

Nan Zhi took the chopsticks, gritted her teeth, and picked up a piece.

She forced herself to eat it and chewed…

Yu Shu sat next to Nan Zhi, her chin in her hand, looking expectant. “If it’s good, eat more.”

Nan Zhi: …

Something is still not right.

She gritted her teeth and, under the expectant gaze, forced herself to swallow.

Yu Shu timely handed her warm water and, with stars in her eyes, said sweetly, “Keep going~”

Nan Zhi’s actions paused. Her naturally suspicious nature made her look at Yu Shu a few more times.

Her almond-shaped eyes were still a little red, her nose was slightly pink, and there were still undried tear stains on her fair face. She worriedly handed over the cup. The warm water inside sloshed against the walls…

For some reason, Nan Zhi didn’t want to investigate that hint of something being wrong.

She took the warm water and said warmly, “Thank you.”

The Young City Lord washed her hands to make a meal, and I had a suspicious heart. What a sin.

Finally, under the expectant gaze of the Young City Lord, all the black food on the plate went into her stomach.

The Young City Lord left, feeling content. Nan Zhi held her stomach and crawled away.

What a sin.

To be able to make something so unpalatable, it’s truly a sin.

Nan Zhi tossed and turned in bed, holding her stomach. She looked at the window sill helplessly.

The cold moonlight poured down, and the lonely tree outside the courtyard trembled slightly, just like her helpless and emotional state.

Nan Zhi sighed softly, one sigh, then another…

How could such a good-looking little white tiger make such a cruel meal?

Suddenly, a rustling sound came, and a face as beautiful as jade appeared outside the window.

Nan Zhi was slightly stunned and asked in confusion, “Young City Lord?”

The Young City Lord walked in and let out a light hum, saying mournfully, “Do you know your mistake now?”

Nan Zhi: …?

What mistake?

Nan Zhi didn’t answer. She just looked confused and baffled.

The Young City Lord hummed again. “I’m sure you won’t dare to do it again next time.”

Nan Zhi: … What is she talking about?

“Young City Lord, what are you…” Nan Zhi was extremely confused. “What are you talking about?”

The Young City Lord, Yu Shu, glared at Nan Zhi. Seeing her pale face, she didn’t want to argue anymore. She slowly took out a newly refined artifact and said, “Lie down.”

Nan Zhi was speechless and helpless again.

She silently moved away from Yu Shu and hesitated. “Young City Lord, what is this?”

“Don’t move around.” Yu Shu leaned over and pressed Nan Zhi onto the bed, asking, “Does your stomach still hurt?”

“…My stomach doesn’t hurt.”

In reality, Nan Zhi wanted to say—

It’s late at night, and you’ve come uninvited to pin me on the bed. Is that okay?

It was obvious that Yu Shu had no such self-awareness.

She looked down at the artifact in her hand and then at Nan Zhi’s pale face. She silently forgave Nan Zhi’s stubbornness.

“It’s okay. You should feel better soon.”

After she spoke, Yu Shu placed the artifact on Nan Zhi’s abdomen and pressed the switch.

“Buzz buzz buzz…”

“Ah!”

Five cotton balls were attached to a slender jade pillar. With the buzzing sound, the five cotton balls spun in a weird way.

Nan Zhi was so scared that she flipped over and ran, looking at the thing in Yu Shu’s hand in horror.

“What is that!”

Yu Shu was slightly stunned. She looked at the artifact in her hand in confusion and answered, “It’s an artifact that will make you feel comfortable.”

“…”

The corners of Nan Zhi’s mouth twitched. It was hard to process. She gritted her teeth again and again. “I don’t need that.”

“Why?” Yu Shu was slightly disappointed when she heard that. She asked in confusion, “But you… aren’t you feeling unwell?”

“I’m not feeling unwell!”

The Young City Lord, who had made a poisonous meal, had now found her conscience. She looked at Nan Zhi’s pale face and felt a little guilty. She pressed on. “If you’re fine, why were you sighing so much?”

“I…” Nan Zhi choked. She said again, “Then I don’t need this from you either!”

Yu Shu subconsciously looked at the artifact she had spent a lot of effort making and felt a little regretful.

“But I spent a long time refining this artifact.”

“Are you really not going to use it?”

“I added paralyzing grass when I refined it. It can relieve abdominal pain.”

Nan Zhi covered her face. She thought she knew why Yu Shu had come uninvited in the middle of the night.

She felt exhausted. She didn’t know whether to cry or laugh.

“Young City Lord.”

“You spent so much time and effort refining an artifact. Did you never think of calling a medical cultivator?”

Yu Shu: …

I didn’t.

She had only heard Nan Zhi’s sigh an hour ago and decided to refine an artifact that could relieve abdominal pain.

“I’ll call a medical cultivator later. Try this first.”

“No no no.”

Nan Zhi’s body trembled. She immediately used her hands and feet to climb off the bed.

It’s terrifying, truly terrifying. The high-speed spinning artifact in Yu Shu’s hand is even more terrifying.

“I’m really fine…”

Yu Shu silently looked at Nan Zhi, who was avoiding her like a plague. She felt her mood sour.

The list for her custom-made artifacts has been booked for a thousand years. And Nan Zhi is trying to avoid it?

Not only is she trying to avoid it, but she’s not even grateful.

And most importantly—she would never allow herself to refine a useless artifact.

So—

Nan Zhi was in for it.

Under the Young City Lord’s dark expression and after she brought up old grudges, Nan Zhi reluctantly got into bed.

“You said it yourself, only for a short while.” Nan Zhi said weakly, emphasizing her point.

“Hmm.”

Moonlight shone into the room, and shadows swayed by the bed.

Nan Zhi suddenly covered her face.

For no other reason.

Yu Shu’s artifact was simply too unsightly.

“Buzz buzz buzz…”

The artifact was turned on. Nan Zhi held her breath.

“Mmm…”

An itchiness spread. The artifact mixed a sense of the unknown with fear, and it spun faster and faster, intensifying.

“Buzz buzz buzz…”

“Mmm…”

“That’s enough!”