A day's good mood started to go bad after being roasted by Shen Nian.
That annoying Shen Nian actually didn't think Sister Chun was gentle; he was clearly asking for a beating.
Xia Yanchun slapped Shen Nian a few times at random. This was the price for not thinking she was gentle. She hoped this stinky little brother would learn his lesson next time and remember Sister Chun's gentleness.
At this time of day, there weren't many people in the residential community. Those who were around were mostly the elderly and children, gathered together chatting, playing cards, or playing chess.
Gathering her courage, Xia Yanchun suddenly pounced onto Shen Nian's back.
"What are you doing?" Shen Nian boosted her up a bit, leaning his body forward slightly so Xia Yanchun could lie on his back more comfortably.
Xia Yanchun whispered in his ear, "Can you carry me for a while?"
"I'll take that as you acting spoiled."
"I am not."
"Alright, alright." Shen Nian went along with Xia Yanchun's wishes, carrying her on his back as he strolled through the neighborhood.
At around a hundred pounds, the girl's weight was practically nothing to Shen Nian.
He could carry Xia Yanchun on his back all day.
"Don't go where there are a lot of people."
"I'm going to."
"Careful, or people will say you look like Zhu Bajie carrying his bride."
"Then the bride I'm marrying is a pig wife too."
"You dare call me a pig? Do you not want your ears anymore?" Xia Yanchun huffed angrily, flicking her fingers back and forth by his ears, using the sound of the wind from her flicks to scare Shen Nian.
"Then I definitely have to carry you." Shen Nian said as he changed direction, starting to walk toward the old men.
He seemed to be serious, which scared Xia Yanchun into immediately shrinking back. She only dared to peek out with a pair of dark, round almond eyes over Shen Nian's shoulder.
What was this? Broadcasting to the world that this was his wife?
That idiot Shen Nian had no shame!
Passing right in front of the old aunts and uncles, Xia Yanchun didn't dare to look up or speak. She buried her small face against Shen Nian's neck, having already decided to sulk and make Shen Nian guess what was wrong.
Two old men watched them walk by and looked at each other.
"Sigh, these youngsters sure have a lot of energy."
"That's nothing. Back when I married my wife, I carried her on my back for five miles."
"That's pretty average too. Let me tell you, once my car got stuck in a mud pit, and I lifted the car out all by myself. True story."
"You're just bragging."
"Didn't you start the bragging?"
Shen Nian had already walked dozens of meters away, leaving the bustling crowd behind. Xia Yanchun shyly lifted her head and blinked, acting like a little pendant hanging on Shen Nian's back.
"Are you tired?"
"No, I'm going to carry you for two laps around the neighborhood."
"Hurry, hurry up and put me down!"
"No can do. We haven't even finished one lap yet," Shen Nian grinned.
"Ugh, I seriously can't with you," Xia Yanchun grumbled. She struggled on Shen Nian's back for a moment, and sure enough, Shen Nian let her down.
Having her feet on the ground felt much more secure. At the very least, she didn't have to worry about passersby casting amused glances at them.
Shen Nian scraped the pad of his finger against the girl's soft, warm cheek. "Chunbao, your face is so red."
"Isn't that your fault?"
"By the way, have you seen that cat with the stylish face lately?"
"Oh, you mean that one." Xia Yanchun raised her eyebrows. "I remember seeing it last time I went grocery shopping. It must have been adopted; I saw a little girl walking it on a leash."
Shen Nian paused, scratching his head.
No wonder he hadn't seen it for a while. It turned out Jiba Cat already had an owner, and was probably curled up in a warm room right now.
Back then, that little girl had said her parents would only let her get a cat when she turned five. A year had passed, so she should be five this year.
She was very determined. While other four-year-olds were still wetting their pants, that little girl had kept the adoption in her heart for a whole year.
As expected of the first NPC from the system's quest.
That's good. He hoped Jiba Cat would be happy every day.
"What's wrong? Do you want to get one too?"
"Not really. I just felt like I haven't seen it in a long time and thought it got caught by property management."
"That's probably the only stray cat or dog around here. Since no one complained, property management probably couldn't be bothered," Xia Yanchun hooked her pinky finger around Shen Nian's. "Actually, I've always wanted to have a cat or dog to play with."
"Having a pet requires a lot of preparation. If you want one, it's not impossible, just don't let it poop in my room."
"I won't get one." Xia Yanchun gently shook her head and grinned, "I already have a dog."
Looking at the girl's smug little expression and then at his own hand being held, Shen Nian mentally dropped a sweating emoji.
So she was waiting for him right here.
When it came to his archenemy's eight hundred schemes, Shen Nian had failed to defend himself today. He got scolded by Xia Yanchun and suffered a massive defeat.
"You dare call me a dog? Don't sleep too deeply tonight." Shen Nian pointed at her threateningly.
"Uh-huh." Xia Yanchun was extremely smug. She took small steps, walking in front of Shen Nian with her hands behind her back, strolling leisurely.
Even though she had just reminded Shen Nian not to step on the leaves, she deliberately stepped on a few as she walked. They were crunchy, and she looked like she was having a bit of fun.
Shen Nian quickly caught up. Without making a sound, he played with the girl's small ponytail, plotting in his mind how he was going to mess with Xia Yanchun later.
"Are we heading back?" Xia Yanchun looked back at him.
"It's almost twelve o'clock. Let's head up after eating lunch?"
"Okay, today Sister Chun is treating."
"Alright, let's go eat Haidilao."
"Ah, let's just grab something simple."
"Just say it if you can't bear to spend the money."
"A simple lunch is perfectly fine." Xia Yanchun grabbed Shen Nian's hand again and led him out of the community. They found a large meat wonton shop in the commercial district outside the neighborhood and settled their lunch there.
Shen Nian had a massive appetite; he could eat two bowls of the fifteen-yuan large meat wontons.
After lunch, they went home.
College also had homework, but unlike high school exam papers, college assignments were mostly done on the computer, and doing them well took some time.
There wasn't much to do at noon and in the afternoon, so it was the perfect time to finish the homework. With the remaining time, they could also livestream some tutoring to earn a little extra money.
So Xia Yanchun carried her laptop, pitter-pattering over to Shen Nian's room. She set up a special little table on Shen Nian's bed, ruthlessly hogging his bed.
Shen Nian had just turned on his computer. He was also planning to do some homework for a while, but his attention fell on Xia Yanchun again.
"Chunbao, doing homework?"
"Yeah. Sigh, going to college isn't relaxing at all. I kind of miss high school."
"You miss being in prison? You're something else."
"Actually, it wasn't that bad, right? It wasn't too hard to accept."
"Chunbao, actually I'm a sadist, we can..."
"Get lost." Xia Yanchun looked disgusted. How does liking high school life make her a masochist?
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
