Su Muwang's Daily Life 3 — How to Spend a Day Without Qin Luo~

Three days later.

Minghan Divine Realm.

"Mmmphhh~~!!!"

The morning sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting a warm glow into the bedroom.

Su Muwan drowsily rolled over, instinctively reaching out to the side—

"Huh?"

Her arm met empty air, and she suddenly remembered.

Last night, when she had been pestering Qin Luo about practicing the "Water Spirit Technique," he mentioned he’d be leaving early in the morning for an errand.

"Tch, as if some measly Qin Luo has the right to leave this young lady all alone in bed…"

Su Muwan grumbled, burying her face into Qin Luo’s pillow and taking a deep breath.

Sniiiiff—!

Ah, the scent of Qin Luo!

She hugged the pillow tightly, rolling around on the bed a couple of times before finally dragging herself up. Barefoot, she padded across the carpet and stretched lazily.

"Mmm… No one to nag me today—doesn’t that mean I can do whatever I want?"

A mischievous grin curled at her lips, her eyes sparkling with delight.

And thus, her glorious day of sloth officially began!

Tap-tap-tap.

Su Muwan shuffled into the kitchen and opened the fridge, scanning its contents.

Before leaving, Qin Luo had prepared breakfast for her.

A neatly arranged sandwich, a carton of milk, and a container of freshly cut fruit sat inside, accompanied by a sticky note:

[Young Lady, remember to heat it up before eating. Don’t be lazy.]

"Pfft, as if I’m some kid who needs babysitting!"

She scoffed—then promptly…

Slam!

…shut the fridge door without hesitation.

Breakfast?

Nah. Straight to lunch!

"Who even needs breakfast? I’ll just wait for lunch!"

She spun on her heel and marched straight to the snack cabinet, pulling out a bag of plain potato chips and grabbing an ice-cold cola before sauntering back to the living room.

Crunch-crunch-crunch—

The crisp sound of chips echoed loudly in the quiet room.

Su Muwan plopped onto the couch, cross-legged, and flicked on the TV, tuning into the latest trashy xianxia drama she’d been following.

[Woman, you’re playing with fire!]

[Hah! This lord defies the heavens themselves!]

Munching on chips, Su Muwan scoffed. "This male lead isn’t even half as hot as Qin Luo, and his acting sucks. The female lead’s even worse—all she does is cry after getting dumped…"

She paused mid-bite, her eye twitching. "Wait a sec! Why is it always the ‘dumped at the altar’ trope? Are the writers out of ideas or what?"

Her irritation only fueled her enthusiasm. She whipped out her phone, logged into her burner account, and unleashed her fury in the show’s comment section—

[DeepThoughtShark: Did the writer wake up on the wrong side of the bed? Who in their right mind greenlit this garbage??]

Pleased with herself, she snorted and flopped back onto the couch, resuming her chip massacre.

Time ticked by.

Rustle-rustle~

Su Muwan shook the empty chip bag, scavenging the last crumbs.

Finally, surrounded by a battlefield of snack wrappers, she slumped in satisfaction.

Munch-munch… "Ugh, thirsty."

She patted her slightly bloated stomach, feeling the greasy aftermath.

So, naturally, she raided the freezer for a tub of ice cream, scooping out a generous portion and shoving it into her mouth.

"Mmm… bliss."

Eyes closed in contentment, she licked her lips and cradled the ice cream tub as she meandered into the study.

Well, it was called a study, but she’d long since converted it into her "Lazy Paradise."

After Qin Luo had shut down her previous hideout, she’d been forced to relocate her operations here.

One half of the bookshelf was crammed with romance novels, the other half buried under game consoles and snack stashes.

Su Muwan plucked out a copy of The Blind Villain’s Fiancée, flopped into the beanbag chair, and dug into her ice cream while flipping through the pages.

"Seriously, what’s with this guy? Why’s he always sniff-sniffing his wife like some creep?"

"Eww! He even smells the pillow she slept on?! Disgusting!"

"Huh? The heroine has an annoying little sister too? And she’s a blonde?"

"Wait—WHAT THE HELL IS A ‘BULL DETECTOR’?! SCREW THIS! I’ll slaughter every NTR trope in existence!"

Her running commentary continued until, halfway through, drowsiness crept in.

She plopped the book onto her face and mumbled,

"Mmm… Qin Luo’s not here… so boring…"

Three seconds later, she was out cold.

Chirp-chirp.

The golden hues of dusk bathed Su Muwan’s face when she finally stirred.

Blinking groggily, she checked the time—3 PM—and realized Qin Luo still wasn’t back.

Grrrrowl~

Her stomach protested.

"What can I say? People my age just get hungry around this time!"

After all, those snacks from earlier weren’t exactly filling.

"Ah! I know!"

Her eyes lit up with sudden inspiration.

Normally, Qin Luo was the one cooking for her.

But technically, she knew her way around a kitchen too!

Time to dust off those culinary skills and… cook for herself!

With renewed vigor, she stormed into the kitchen, yanked out a frying pan, and raided the fridge for eggs, bacon, shrimp, and veggies.

"First, fry an egg… Should be like sparring—just gotta control the heat!"

She cracked an egg into the pan with practiced ease, the sizzle of the yolk hitting hot oil music to her ears. The edges crisped into a perfect golden lace.

"Nailed it!"

Proudly, she gave the pan a flick, sending the egg airborne for a flawless flip.

Next, she crisped the bacon to perfection, sautéed the shrimp until tender, then tossed in the veggies and seasonings. The aroma soon engulfed the entire kitchen.

"Tch, too bad Qin Luo’s missing out on this masterpiece!"

Humming to herself, she plated the stir-fry, drizzled on her secret sauce, and garnished it with scallions.

Behold—Su Muwan’s Signature Fried Rice!

She snapped a photo and sent it to Qin Luo:

[Qin Luo~~ When are you coming back? Look what I made!]

After hitting send, she smugly took a bite.

"Mmm… so good!"

Eyes shut in bliss, she shoveled in a few more mouthfuls.

Ding-dong.

A reply popped up.

Su Muwan eagerly opened it.

[Wow, that looks amazing! Save some for me!]

[But wait… Young Lady, you cooked this early in the morning?]

Heh… hehehe…

Her grin widened at the first line—until she read the second.

Her brow furrowed.

Early morning? Qin Luo, have you lost it?! It’s 3 PM!

She typed back furiously:

[Yeah, keep dreaming.]

Once her feast was over, she flopped back onto the couch, fired up her console, and prepared for a gaming marathon.

(Of course, a freshly made portion of fried rice sat waiting on the dining table.)

Hours slipped by.

By 10 PM, freshly showered, Su Muwan lounged on the bed in Qin Luo’s oversized shirt, kicking her legs as she texted him:

[Qin Luo! Where the hell are you?! Get back here NOW!]

An instant reply:

[Young Lady, soon, soon.]

Su Muwan: "…"

How soon is "soon"?! How many "soons" do you have left?!

Fuming, she typed:

[You’re dead! When you get back, I’m biting you to death!]

She chucked her phone aside, burrowed under the covers, and hugged Qin Luo’s pillow, inhaling deeply.

"Tch… stupid Qin Luo…"

She grumbled, still stewing over his absence.

Might as well never come back!

The moment the thought crossed her mind—

"Wow?! Miss Su, this fried rice actually tastes amazing!"

An impressed voice sounded from the side.

Su Muwan froze for a second before abruptly springing up from the bed.

Her eyes lit up as she turned toward the source of the voice.

There,

Qin Luo was devouring the leftover fried rice she’d saved for him, scarfing it down with gusto.

Su Muwan smirked proudly. "Hmph! Of course it is!"

However,

she couldn’t help but roll her eyes. "Wait—how did you suddenly appear here?"

Qin Luo shrugged and grinned. "Didn’t I say I’d be back soon?"

Oh, so your "soon" literally meant right now, huh?

Su Muwan didn’t bother pressing further. Instead, she grabbed Qin Luo’s wrist and tugged him down to sit on the edge of the bed.

Eagerly, she asked, "Luo, Luo, Luo—what were you up to all day? What did you do?"

"Well..."

Qin Luo set down the empty plate, wiped his mouth, and chuckled. "That’s a story that starts from yesterday morning..."