My wife is a witch princess

Chapter 116 Who Stole the Book!

Chapter 117 Who Stole the Book!

After much thought, Song Jianguo realized he had to take the initiative—asking Song Che repeatedly would only yield vague answers.

If you want to help your son, just help him directly.

As for where to buy it and what kind to buy—just ask Xia Li, or ask Song Che separately later.

After walking for a while, the alley came into view.

Once inside the alley, the four of them went their separate ways to either side.

Song Che turned around, "By the way, Mom, when are we going back to our hometown—are we going back this time?"

"We'll go back in a couple of days, probably the day before Lunar New Year's Eve. We'll get everything sorted out in the city and then go back to clean up."

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"OK."

Song Che turned and went upstairs.

There's a stack of "福" (good fortune) characters and some couplets at home.

I'll put these up tomorrow before heading back to my hometown for the Chinese New Year.

Song Che couldn't remember how long ago that was.

I only remember the taste of my hometown.

It smells of firecrackers, the earth, and a kind of indescribable warmth.

All I remember is that the sky was always full of stars at night.

Fireworks will light up the night sky, and the children from his hometown will come to play with him.

Back then, the regulations weren't strict during the Lunar New Year, and many people set off fireworks.

The regulations are stricter now; there are orders and rules from above.

Fireworks and firecrackers are flammable materials and are classified as dangerous goods—their use must be prohibited.

However, since Nan Hui has already read the disordered reply, he should still let it go.

As Lunar New Year's Eve approaches, the sound of firecrackers increases.

The sound of cannons is different from the sound of fireworks. When cannons are set off, you can only see the flash, and sometimes, if you are far away, you can only hear the sound.

Xia Li didn't like this stuff; she preferred watching fireworks.

She thought the cannon fire was too loud, somewhat like the sound of explosions on a battlefield.

Song Che pondered, this isn't something used to ward off the Nian beast on New Year's Eve—so Xia Li is the Nian beast?

Let's see what Xia Li does on New Year's Eve.

Song Che took off his coat and went to get a broom to clean up.

I'll get the house ready and leave tomorrow.

Before I could sweep for long, I heard Tao Xiang throwing a tantrum on the ground, "I want delicious food! I want delicious food! You said you'd buy me delicious food—but you didn't!"

Song Che paused.

He forgot about Tao Xiang.

"Why don't you eat some cat food first?"

"I don't want to eat cat food. I'm a human, I don't eat cat food."

"Really? You finished Bruce's cat food last time?"

"That's my older sister, not me." Tao Xiang pouted unhappily.

She hadn't eaten all day.

This is all Song Che's fault.

Song Che put down the broom and prepared to go downstairs to buy Tao Xiang some food.

At the same time, someone knocked on the door.

"Xiao Che, open the door."

It was my mother's voice outside.

Song Che opened the door, and Tao Xiang was still lying on the ground, crying pitifully.

"Did you hit the child?"

"No, she was just hungry, and I forgot to bring her food."

"Oh, she didn't come for lunch." Zhang Shushu nodded, then stepped aside to let Song Jianguo out. "The ski equipment has arrived. You two take a look and see if it fits."

Song Jianguo carried it into the house. "This thing seems to be adjustable. Let's try it out to see if it's comfortable. If it fits, there shouldn't be any problem."

After saying that, he went to find Bruce.

Just as Song Che was about to say something, his father disappeared, leaving only Bruce's disgusted groan from beside the sofa.

Song Che turned around, wanting to say something to his mother.

Mom went straight to Taoxiang, hugged her and said with heartache, "This child is as pretty as her sister. Baby, tell me what you want to eat—Auntie will buy it for you."

"I want to eat—" Peach Blossom frowned, tentatively asking, "What, is that okay?"

"Yes, baby says so."

"I want to eat—a big bowl of ramen!"

"Let's go." Zhang Shushu picked up Taoxiang. "I'm taking the child to eat. I won't let her come back today."

Zhang Shushu seems to really like the scent of peaches.

Reasonable.

That little peach blossom is as pretty as a doll; her little mouth is so soft when she pouts, and she can even be so affectionate—

She's so much better than her sister.

Her sister————

Damn it, don't suddenly transform and scare Mom!

Song Che was worried, so he went over and carried it back.

After giving her a couple of reminders, I handed it back to my mom.

Zhang Shushu was puzzled. Looking at Tao Xiang's obedient yet pitiful appearance, she asked in confusion, "Did Song Che threaten you?"

"No, my brother never threatens me."

Tao Xiang is such a scheming woman; she speaks in such a coquettish way that it's clearly sarcastic.

In fact, Song Che did threaten Tao Xiang.

If she dares to transform, I'll strangle her when I get home!

Tao Xiang is a coward; as long as Tao Yao isn't deliberately causing trouble, there shouldn't be a big problem.

After walking around the house for a while, Mom and Dad realized that two family members were missing: Bruce and Momoka were taken away together.

"I'm going back to my hometown tomorrow, and I'm bringing Bruce with me."

"I'm going back to my hometown tomorrow, and Taoxiang is coming with me."

"Alright, I'll take Xia Li with me, and we'll each take one."

Song Che unpacked the ski equipment he had brought. His mother, who was usually so frugal, had actually bought it without hesitation, and even bought two complete sets.

Xia Li stood there stunned. "Auntie—she's so rich."

Xia Li felt that Zhang Shushu, who could take two sets of equipment without batting an eye, was really amazing!

How many bricks would you have to move or how many games would you have to play to earn that much?

"Auntie—did you just give it to us?" Xia Li looked at a ski while holding it.

"Yes, parents won't ask their children for money."

"Are all parents like this?"

"I guess so."

"It's so good to have parents." Xia Li put down her skis. "My aunt is so kind."

A ski was all it took to win Xia Li's heart.

My mom's plan is too easy to execute.

Song Che bent down, picked up the ski equipment, and sat down on the bench to study it.

It was the first time either of them had ever encountered this thing, and they couldn't help but be curious.

Besides skis, Xia Li tried out knee pads, hip pads, and many other small gadgets.

The equipment fits perfectly.

After putting it on, she couldn't walk on the ground. She would lose her balance as soon as she lifted her foot and had to sit back on the sofa.

"To ski, you first need snow, and once you get to the ski area, it'll be a lot of fun."

Song Che took off his gear and put it away. "Now all we need to do is buy tickets—can you buy them for me?"

"Okay, I'm here to buy tickets."

"Then I won't be polite."

Song Che was also helpless. Generally speaking, people try to spend as little money as possible, but with Xia Li, it's something she has to do.

What is this?

Male chauvinism!

No, I mean, feminism!

Song Che could understand this mentality very well. Putting himself in her shoes, if they went out to do something, as a guy, he had the money, and the girl also had the money.

Who pays?

It's definitely a boy.

If a guy doesn't pay, people will talk behind his back.

Xia Li had this idea all the time; she always felt that she was a witch princess and needed to protect the princess's face.

However, this idiot is rather foolish; she has no money but still wants to pay—making it seem like whoever pays is the more powerful one.

Little did he know, Song Che had completely misunderstood.

Xia Li paid because Song Che had always paid before, and she realized that this idea was not good. Xia Li had recently learned that when dating a boyfriend, the girl should also pay. Paying should be mutual, and this would show that the girlfriend is considerate.

Xia Li felt that she had always been a considerate person.

Therefore, Xia Li's thoughts changed.

In the future, I will give part of the money I earn to Song Che and keep the rest as my personal savings.

Xia Li calls this — Xia Li's private stash of money.

She packed up her ski equipment and carried it to the bedroom.

He took out a broom and began cleaning the room.

The two had a clear division of labor: Xia Li was responsible for cleaning the two bedrooms, while Song Che was responsible for the rest.

This was Xia Li's insistence.

She said she wouldn't let Song Che into her bedroom.

Although Song Che was puzzled, he also understood.

Xia Li is, after all, a girl. If they weren't boyfriend and girlfriend, it wouldn't make sense for them to live together, let alone for Xia Li to just casually enter a girl's room.

He secretly glanced at Xia Li's room.

It's quite tidy.

I don't know what Xia Li is afraid of.

It felt like I'd been caught secretly reading pornographic books.

Song Che swept the floor while lost in thought.

Xia Li would never look at the young prince.

That's not even on her mind.

Of course, it's possible she's faking it.

Judging from her neat and tidy appearance, she might be a complete idiot in disguise.

Song Che had seen Xia Li blush, and he had also seen her ears turn red, which showed that Xia Li could still be shy.

The two swept up a lot of trash, tidied it up, put it into trash bags, and Song Che went downstairs to throw it away.

The house is spotless, and the new year brings a fresh start.

The kitchenwares were neatly arranged, and the items in the bedroom and living room were also arranged.

The two of them tidied up everything in the house.

Xia Li's back was a little damp; she had sweated quite a bit.

She tidied up her bedroom, feeling down.

Of the two books that were originally in the bedroom, only one remains.

That book was stolen.

The young imperial uncle has been stolen!

Who stole it!

Who stole this? Who would read such an indecent book?

Xia Li doesn't understand, Xia Li doesn't respect.

Xia Li was terrified.

If someone else sees this, she'll lose all face.

The witch's innocence is about to be lost.

This is all Song Che's fault!

A broken broom, a veil over her head, and black hair hanging in the moonlight—she was like a ghost, riding a broom and flying under the moon.

Moonlight streamed down through her body.

She leaned against the broom, one leg dangling beside it, and the broom drifted through the air like a snail.

She was clutching a book tightly in her hand. Her face was not visible in the moonlight, but the red light in her eyes was faintly visible. The broom trembled slightly, and she moved a little faster.

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Not this book!

This book—this book—is anything but serious!

Her body was transparent in the moonlight, as if she did not belong to this world.

The broom drifted on and on, her body appearing dim and lifeless before the glass.

She looked at the glass but couldn't see her own face.

She put the book away, clenched her fists, and prepared to go find that fox king and give her a hundred good whacks.

The broom drifted under the moonlight, drifting into the alley, drifting to the third floor, and taking a leisurely look around.

The room was clean and tidy. She looked around, and the red light in her eyes intensified.

The boss looks like it's about to enter the second phase.

She then floated over to look at the bedroom. The bedroom was tidy and warmly lit. Song Che was sitting on the bed, holding a sunflower and a violin.

Her breath grew weaker.

She floated to another bedroom, where Xia Li was holding a dress and looking at it; she was putting on a dress.

The dress is light purple, elegant and sophisticated, with minimal embellishments and a simple style. The fabric looks smooth and has a good texture, but these are not the main points—the main point is that it was a gift from Song Che.

Xia Li liked it very much.

She likes it too.

The red light in his eyes intensified.

She seemed to be jealous.

She couldn't enter the warm room, she couldn't enter the warm bedroom, she didn't receive any beautiful gifts, happiness belonged to them, and had nothing to do with her.

She stared at it for a while, then seemed to get angry.

The boss is about to enter the third phase.

Unable to find Tao Xiang, she left quietly, carrying her broom.

So quiet, so quiet.

Red light, red light.

The broom wobbled away.

She made up her mind: the next time she saw Tao Yao, she would give her a hundred more flicks on the forehead.

She could steal the wrong book! She remembered it was on her bedside table, how could she have stolen the wrong one?

I feel like Tao Yao did it on purpose.

No need to feel it, it's intentional.

If it weren't intentional, Tao Yao wouldn't be avoiding her.

She couldn't find Tao Yao, so she became even more determined in her belief.

Song Che felt a chill run down his back, as if something was watching him from outside the window.

But when I turned around, there was nothing outside the window.

Song Che turned off the light and prepared to go to sleep.

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They just went out for a meal and then went for a jog. Now they've taken a shower and feel great.

She fell asleep the moment her eyes closed.

I closed my eyes, then opened them again.

A familiar lucid dream is coming.

Song Che doesn't particularly dislike his recent lucid dreams. They aren't scary, nor do they drain his mind. After a good night's sleep, he feels quite refreshed.

Without the interference of nightmares, Song Che felt calm in his dream and began to observe it.

The strange thing about this dream is that it's uncontrollable.

He had researched lucid dreaming.

Those who claim to have had lucid dreams say they can control certain things in their dreams, but he can't—so, this dream isn't his?

Just kidding, if it's not his dream, then what is it?

Some people say that dreams are simply a person's subconscious, and that whatever one is thinking is what one is dreaming about.

Some people say that this is not a dream, but simply that you have entered another parallel world.

Song Che felt that none of it was reliable. The things in the dream seemed a bit dilapidated, with cracks appearing on many walls. He punched the wall and felt no pain, but he could feel something.

He sensed that it was a wall.

He wandered around and returned to the bedroom. In this world, there were only a few of them. Song Che lay on the bed, preparing for a dream within a dream.

That's how Inception was played.

Song Che was suddenly stunned. What if he couldn't tell if he was dreaming?

When I wake up, I'll buy a spinning top.

If the top keeps spinning, it's a dream; if it stops, it's reality.

Tao Xiang was very full.

She can sleep in the bed with warm blankets, instead of on the sofa. Her aunt will chat with her all the time. Bruce feels that her status has risen because her uncle has suppressed her.

Bruce didn't dare to utter a sound; Momoka was now the true queen.

She was favored by Zhang Shushu, while Bruce was favored by Song Jianguo.

Zhang Shushu suppressed Song Jianguo.

Therefore, Peach Fragrance suppresses Bruce.

The struggle for the crown prince position has always been like this.

This is nobody's fault but theirs. Tao Xiang has now become the master, and Tao Yao has risen to prominence along with her. She doesn't even need to eat cat food anymore; she just eats rice.

She lay on the small bed and talked to Tao Yao.

"Little sister, let's not go back. It's fine for us to stay with Auntie."

"We're thinking the same thing, but will Brother Song Che agree?"

"He dares to disagree—he's just an eggshell, I'll agree."

"I have a bad feeling about it. He definitely doesn't want us causing trouble here. If Auntie finds out you're a cat, she'll be terrified."

"Do I want to be a cat? I was originally a human, okay? I'm the Fox King, a fox spirit, you know? I can use magic."

"Sister, you can just fool others."

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"You're talking nonsense. Leave this to me. If he refuses, I'll kill him!"