My Husband Is Not Easy To Mess With. - Chapter 38: Consulting Upwards
Chapter 38: Consulting Upwards
Nie Yao wiped his face, his tone unprecedentedly steady. “Wife, everything you just said, it’s not all true, is it?”
“It is.” His wife was extremely serious, with no hint of joking, “It’s all true, Husband.”
Hus-Hus-Hus-Husband?!
His wife even remembered that… Ah, no, his wife knew too much! His wealth of knowledge made Nie Yao feel ashamed.
Back then, he only got a few gigabytes of learning materials from a good roommate after starting university, but after reading the simplified introduction, he felt a lack of interest and never opened the rest.
He regretted it. He learned too little!
One regrets learning too little when one needs it most!
The ancestors’ words truly never fail.
Nie Yao looked remorseful. He wasn’t the type of person who relied on luck, especially before doing something big, he had to be fully prepared.
“That… Hub-hub-hub… Po… hiss…” Perhaps the words he was about to say were too “hot,” Nie Yao bit his tongue. Fortunately, it wasn’t serious. It wouldn’t delay the main event.
“Wife… I must confess something to you.” He closed his eyes, speaking in the quietest voice with a look of facing death. “I… that… um…”
He had no experience. Which meant he might fumble on the most important day of his life, leading to an unhappy married life. To prevent his wife from having a bad experience, Nie Yao wasn’t ashamed to ask upward. He sought help from his wife, whose theoretical knowledge was quite rich.
In fact, Du Sui-lan’s strength was only theoretical; in practical experience, he was as much a novice as Nie Yao. However, he didn’t panic. He was even a little smug that his husband was consulting him on this matter. He got up and searched the bookshelf, soon finding a stack of materials about half a meter high. The pictures were clear, and there was a beginner’s guide.
Nie Yao took the materials with a flushed face, not daring to look at his wife even once.
“Brother Yao, you read here. I’m going to get ready!” The wedding organizer sent someone to call Du Sui-lan to another room for preparation.
Only Nie Yao was left here. “Hoo—Hiss—Hoo—Hiss—” Nie Yao took a few deep breaths, finally opening the learning materials with burning ears. “Shuashuashua.” In the quiet room, only the sound of flipping pages remained.
Nie Yao read for a while, mastering the theoretical knowledge well enough. Further experience would only come from practice.
“Brother-in-law, the bath is all prepared, please go and freshen up.”
“Oh, okay.”
Nie Yao went to his wife’s large bathroom, politely declined the service of the eunuchs, and washed himself thoroughly. He then put on the bright red ceremonial robes.
“These clothes…” Nie Yao realized that these exquisite, gorgeous robes, with layers of intricate embroidery, could not have been made in a short time. Crucially, they fit perfectly! They were tailor-made for him without the slightest deviation.
Did his Father-in-law prepare them for him? No way. Nie Yao would not believe that his Father-in-law, who liked to secretly cause trouble, would actively prepare clothes for him. It would be a wonder if he didn’t kick him twice!
“These were prepared by His Majesty,” the little eunuch answered his query respectfully. “They were jointly woven by thirty-three embroiderers over ten years, producing six sets in total. This is His Majesty’s favorite set.”
Needless to say, the material was also top-notch. Royal tribute. However, the royalty had not been worthy of using it for several years, and it had all been taken by his Father-in-law. He never expected it would end up being worn by him.
“Brother-in-law. The auspicious time is approaching, please proceed outside the hall.”
It was completely dark now. But the outside was filled with lanterns, not hindering visibility at all.
Nie Yao recognized the little eunuch who came to escort him this time; it was the cook named Xiao Mai-zi. Xiao Mai-zi was even more excited about Nie Yao’s marriage than Nie Yao himself.
“Wuwu… Finally!! We finally waited for this day!!!”
“Lovers united! It’s so touching!”
“I worked hard to make a big cake! Young General, you must try it! Wuwu… wuwuwu…”
He was crying so hard that his eyes were blurred, and he couldn’t see the road. A man next to him had to support him to prevent him from falling.
“Be careful. Wipe your tears; don’t delay His Majesty’s auspicious time.”
“Oh!”
Xiao Mai-zi took a handkerchief and blew his nose hard. Then he introduced with a little embarrassment: “Young General, this is my husband, Ji Liang, a doctor; and this is my youngest son, Little Steamed Bun.”
“Greetings, Young General.”
Ji Liang was holding a child less than a meter tall in his arms. The child was sound asleep in his father’s arms, looking soft and plump.
Seeing Nie Yao look at his son, Xiao Mai-zi generously invited him to hold him.
“Can I hold him?” Nie Yao hesitated. He wanted to hold him, but he worried the child would wake up and cry. A child that small crying would be no small matter. It could tear the house down.
“It’s fine, it’s fine!” Xiao Mai-zi enthusiastically picked up the child and placed him in Nie Yao’s arms, “I tell them every day that without you, they wouldn’t exist! They definitely know you’re a good person! They won’t be afraid!”
Every day… It seems it wasn’t easy being this little ge’er’s child either.
Nie Yao: “Then, I’ll try.”
He was a little excited. Actually, in his previous life, he was quite popular with children. Every time he went out, children would ask him for a hug; when his two arms were full, a few more would hang onto his legs. Unfortunately, in this life, that wouldn’t happen. Any child who saw him would be scared to tears.
“Are you Little Steamed Bun?” Even though the child was asleep, it didn’t stop Nie Yao from teasing him, “How old are you this year? What brand of milk powder do you like?”
He carefully touched the child’s small face, which looked like a fluffy steamed bun. So soft!
“Young General, you should pinch him; this cheek is so comfortable to pinch!” Xiao Mai-zi said, pinching it himself. The small face was being kneaded until it was pink.
As expected, as soon as he let go, the child opened his sleepy eyes. At first, it was a tiny slit, looking around groggily. He didn’t see his familiar father but saw a terrifying bringer of doom.
“Quick, quick, quick!” Nie Yao was quick, covering the child’s eyes and handing him back to his father.
Unfortunately, no matter how fast he was, it was no use; what was meant to happen still happened.
“Wuwu… Wuwu wa wa wa wa wa!!!”
“Daddy… scared… scared…”
“Wuwu wa wa wa wa wa…”
The sound was very loud. Nie Yao felt a little embarrassed; he wouldn’t have touched the child if he knew he would wake up.
“I’m sorry, I scared your child.” Nie Yao knew himself, he didn’t go forward to comfort the child but retreated three meters away.
“What are you saying!” Xiao Mai-zi didn’t mind at all, “I woke him up myself; it has nothing to do with you!”
He held his son’s hand with one hand and pinched it; with the other hand, he pinched the child’s two lips, physically suppressing his crying. He then spoke in a serious tone: “Little Steamed Bun, this is the Young General!”
“Do you know why you’re called Little Steamed Bun? Because the Young General said this thing is delicious! The Young General is a great hero; it’s so impolite of you to cry as soon as you open your eyes!”
“Son, how does Daddy usually teach you? Huh? Look at you, are you worthy of all the milk you drink every day?”
“Quick, apologize to the Young General!”