I'm a sophomore in college, what the heck is this "male god cultivation system"?

Chapter 53 Quarrel
After sweeping the living room and then mopping the floor thoroughly to make sure there were no stains, Wenya's complexion improved slightly.

However, his expression, which had just begun to brighten, immediately turned gloomy again when he saw the huge pile of bowls in the sink.

Wenya originally intended to wash the dishes, but organizing the competition had taken a lot of her energy, and now she just wanted to lie in bed and get a good night's sleep to recover from her exhaustion.

After a moment's thought, Wenya strode towards the study, knocked three times on the door before opening it.

Zheng Feng, who was sitting in front of the computer with a worried look on his face, subconsciously turned his head after hearing the door open. He saw that his wife's expression did not look very good, and his heart skipped a beat. He quickly recalled whether he had done something wrong.

The smell of cigarette smoke hadn't completely dissipated from my clothes...

I still haven't washed the dishes...

Or perhaps he did something wrong without realizing it?

"Zheng Feng, I just finished mopping the floor. I'm a little tired today. I'm going to take a shower and go to bed. Could you wash the dishes later?"

Wenya always believed that couples shouldn't argue over trivial matters, and that's why, even though she was holding back some anger, she still tried to keep her tone as gentle as possible.

"Okay, I'll finish writing this and then go take a shower. It'll be quick." Zheng Feng quickly nodded in agreement, then said, "You go take a shower first. By the time you come out of the bathroom, I'll have the dishes washed."

"Okay." Wen Ya nodded, looking at her husband who seemed a little "at a loss," and after thinking for a moment, she said, "I've been very busy with work lately, so the housework will have to be left to you."

"Hey, don't worry, why are you worried about what I do?" Zheng Feng assured him immediately. "Aren't you tired? Go take a shower and go to bed early. I'll come wash the dishes right away."

Wenya nodded, then closed the door and walked towards the bathroom.

After his wife left, Zheng Feng didn't rush to get up and wash the dishes. Instead, he remained sitting at his computer desk, looking helplessly at the lines of small text on the screen.

For some reason, he could clearly feel his condition declining as soon as he picked up a pen today.

Although he had been frequently rejected in the past, he had accumulated so many years of reading and writing experience that he could easily express his inner story in words.

But now he's like an old machine, not only making a "creaking" sound when he runs, but also much less efficient than before.

"How could this be?" Zheng Feng stared at the computer screen, which still only had a few lines of text, his fingernails digging into his flesh without him even realizing it.

He was eager to write the article, but the more anxious he became, the less efficient he was at writing.

Forty minutes later, less than thirty words had appeared on his computer screen.

……

The bathroom door slowly opened, and then a cloud of steam quickly poured out.

Wenya wrapped herself tightly in a bath towel and, on her way to the bedroom, a thought suddenly struck her. She then changed direction and headed towards the kitchen.

Pushing open the kitchen door, the stack of bowls was still piled up in the sink, not a single one missing.

Wenya closed her eyes, took two deep breaths, and felt a little dizzy.

Although anger was rising in her mind, the string representing "reason" was not completely broken. These days, Wenya had already suffered considerable mental exhaustion due to work, and she really didn't want to waste any more energy arguing with her husband.

Losing an argument will only make you feel bad and affect your mood for the next few days.

What good is winning an argument? Zheng Feng has been in a bad state these past few days. While venting emotions through arguing may give one a momentary pleasure, it won't solve the problem. Instead, it will plant a thorn in the side of their marriage.

"Never mind, I'll have a good talk with Zheng Feng after I'm done with this busy period." Wen Ya tightened her grip on the bath towel slightly, then quickly walked towards the bedroom.

……

Zheng Feng was stuck in a daze all night, which made him quite worried.

But as anyone who has written articles knows, writer's block is a difficult problem to solve on your own. When you encounter writer's block, there are only two solutions. The first is to pad the article with a lot of filler, stretching what could be said in two or three sentences into hundreds of words.

As for the second method, it's to wait for inspiration to appear... As for when it will appear, that depends on luck.

Zheng Feng knew he wouldn't be able to get into the flow tonight, so he decided to take a shower and go to bed early to recharge, hoping that inspiration might strike tomorrow.

After taking a quick shower, Zheng Feng hurried back to the bedroom, then pulled the blanket up a little and covered himself with it.

"Are you done with your work?" Wenya, who was not fully asleep, was startled awake when she felt the blanket being pulled away. She asked groggily.

"If I can't think of anything, I'll go to bed early tonight and write it again tomorrow morning."

Wenya gave a soft "hmm," then suddenly remembered the dishwashing and asked, "Did you wash the dishes?"

"Bowl? What bowl?" Zheng Feng was stunned for a moment, then realized what he meant and said with annoyance, "I forgot. Oh well, I'll just go to sleep tonight and wash it tomorrow morning."

After saying that, Zheng Feng felt a tightness in his chest, as if there was something he hadn't said.

After trying hard to recall, he finally remembered and quickly said, "Oh right, my mom will be coming over in the next couple of days."

Wenya frowned subconsciously. "What's she doing here?"

Like most mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationships, Wenya's relationship with Zheng Feng's mother was terrible, even worse than the average mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship. As for the reason...

It's just that Zheng Feng is already thirty-six and still doesn't have a child.

"What else could it be? Don't pay any attention to her. That old lady just likes to cause trouble."

Upon hearing Zheng Feng's words, Wen Ya immediately understood that she would have to sulk for the next two days. After letting out a soft sigh, she didn't want to say anything more, closed her eyes, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

……

Perhaps due to recent excessive mental stress, Wenya had another dream.

The scene in this dream was still a bar.

Wenya had never been to a bar before; her only connection to a bar was in her dream last time.

It was precisely because that dream was so absurd that she now has some PTSD related to bars.

The next second, the sound of a piano slowly filled the bar.

Accompanied by a long, slightly melancholic melody, Wenya quickly recognized the piece.

Wedding in a Dream

As a basic piece, "Wedding in a Dream" is not particularly difficult to play, but it is remarkable that it can make the audience feel the performer's emotions through the music.

Wenya stood quietly in place until the music completely disappeared before looking at the boy sitting behind the piano.

The boy was tall and handsome, with refined features. Paired with the melancholic melody, he evoked a sense of sadness.

Perhaps because it was a dream, her inner defenses were completely down, and Wenya felt a surge of sympathy...

And the urge to hold the other person in your arms and comfort them.

'No, you can't do this.' Wenya desperately reminded herself, but in her dream, she seemed more easily swayed by her inner impulses, and subconsciously walked towards the other person.

……

(End of this chapter)