After the main character who took the blame retired, the female lead quit.

Did he misread it before?

Forget it, why bother with these meaningless things?

The most important thing right now is to deal with my own situation.

In conclusion, Xiao Yu is unlikely to become the protagonist in any way.

Just being a scapegoat was already driving him crazy; if he really became the main character, the future would be unpredictable!

Xiao Yu resolutely refused. He had finally escaped the fire pit, and now you were thinking of pushing him back in, and indefinitely at that.

It's impossible no matter how you think about it.

As expected, the real person still needs to be resurrected!

Now that the rightful owner is alive, these imposed responsibilities have returned to their rightful owners.

Touching the short sword in his arms, Xiao Yu's resolve to revive the protagonist was strengthened once again.

Following the stairs, Xiao Yu quickly returned to his room.

As soon as the door opened.

The leaping flames rushed out impatiently, and the room was brightly lit, a stark contrast to the darkness when Xiao Yu left.

It was obvious that someone woke up after Xiao Yu left.

It's likely that the "Three Flower Goddess" above him was also sent by her.

"Too slow! They said it would take an hour, but it still took half an hour to get back. What a liar!"

On the bed, Bu Suantian hugged the thick pillow to her chest, her rosy lips slightly pouting, and said with a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Sorry, we accidentally chatted a little too long. It won't happen again next time."

As Xiao Yu entered the room, he said somewhat embarrassedly.

What's with this feeling of a wife waiting to be confined to her room?!

Looking at Bu Suantian squatting on the bed with that resentful look in his eyes, he couldn't help but complain to himself.

It seems that ever since we came back from Long Wanyan's place, this little dumpling has become increasingly controlling.

Meanwhile, in bed, our little dumpling strongly condemned Xiao Yu's unpunctual behavior.

It made her think something terrible had happened!

Recalling the dream she had before, Bu Suantian nervously gripped the corner of her pillow.

That was just a dream!

From now on, we must plan ahead and prevent Xiao Yu from getting involved with other women or having any ambiguous relationships with them. We must nip any potential problems in the bud.

Thinking of this, Bu Suantian's eyes hardened. For her own life, she had to make a change.

She never wanted to experience that pain of being pierced by a hand again.

Moreover, it was a dream, so the pain was somewhat less intense compared to reality.

She didn't want to die such a painful death as being stabbed to death with her palm.

Before the tragedy occurred, it was not too late.

We must cultivate Xiao Yu into a virtuous and law-abiding good man who is good at home.

Therefore, seeing Xiao Yu approaching, Bu Suantian immediately waved his hand and gave the order:

"I've made up my mind, Xiao Yu! From now on, you are not allowed to talk to other women without my permission, especially women who like to poke people with their hands."

Xiao Yu: Huh?

This little glutinous rice ball is going to fly to the heavens?!

…………

"Ugh... my head, Xiao Yu, you pervert, you lecher."

At this moment, the strategist who was all menacing just a second ago was now clutching a large bump on his head, his soft eyes filled with tears, his chubby face puffed up with anger.

Bu Suantian's first step in the corrective plan failed before it even began.

The culprit who caused all this simply blew lightly on the fingers that had been tapping people, with a leisurely demeanor, as if he had done his job and left without a trace.

If you don't discipline them for three days, they'll climb onto the roof and tear off the tiles. This little glutinous rice ball thinks it can turn the tables and become the master.

To be honest, of all the female leads he's met recently, the one that puts Xiao Yu at ease the most is Bu Suantian, who's right in front of him.

The two are strategic partners, and their lives are intertwined. This alone is enough to put Xiao Yu at ease.

Most importantly, Bu Suantian is timid and not as assertive as Long Wanyan or Li Yunshang. Although she has been behaving strangely lately, she is essentially the same—soft, gentle, and easily manipulated.

Therefore, looking at the divination sky before him, Xiao Yu had no suspicion whatsoever.

However, it seems like they used a bit too much force this time?

Looking at Bu Suantian's somewhat red and swollen eyes, Xiao Yu felt a pang of guilt.

No... he doesn't seem to have much strength, does he?

Suddenly, Xiao Yu felt a tightening sensation in his lower body.

He saw that the Three Flower Goddess, who was lying on the bed, was staring at him with a displeased expression, her needle-like eyes flashing with cold light from time to time.

Instantly, Xiao Yu felt ashamed. Brother Cat, you didn't have to go that far!

"Ahem... I'm sorry, I... I was a bit too rough. Oh, by the way, these are some pastries I brought back from upstairs, the same ones you ate before. Here! Consider it an apology for what I did earlier."

Xiao Yu was very glad that he had brought back a few boxes of pastries from upstairs, as they were now coming in handy!

"Hmm! Pastries! Really?"

Upon hearing Xiao Yu's words, Bu Suantian's eyes lit up. Ignoring the large bump on his head, he looked over with shining eyes.

Sure enough, Bu Suantian was easy to coax.

Upon seeing this, the sharp gaze of the Three Flower Goddess gradually softened.

Why does this cat act like a worried old father when it comes to divination?

and many more!

A worried old father!

Xiao Yu was slightly startled.

Chapter Ninety-Two, The Mischievous Cat Who Was the Wife's Ex-Husband

Xiao Yu suddenly realized something. He glanced at the cat squatting on the bed, licking its fur and looking adorable, and then at Bu Suantian, who had opened the pastry box and was excitedly counting how many pastries were inside.

No wonder!

Thinking about it carefully, it makes sense. This Three-Flower Goddess must be the spirit that raised the Diviner Heaven!

However, he remembered that the one who raised Bu Suantian should have been a tiger, so how come it has now turned into a calico?

Although they are both felines, the differences between them are quite significant.

Could it be another butterfly effect caused by the protagonist's death?

Xiao Yu was curious, and his intuition told him that this was an extremely important clue.

However, since it involved Bu Suantian's family affairs, which were private matters, he couldn't ask too many questions and could only suppress his doubts for the time being.

Let's ask again when the atmosphere is right.

However, it would be best to keep some distance from Bu Suantian in the future and reduce any intimate actions, as he didn't want to be scratched by the cat.

Thinking it over, Xiao Yu turned to look at the night sky, then clapped his hands:

"It's getting late, let's go to sleep! We need to register tomorrow, so it's good to get some energy back."

"Oh..." Bu Suantian reluctantly closed the lid of the pastry box, her rosy cheeks pouting, just like a child being urged to go to bed by their parents.

……

That night.

Adorned with stars, the sky is filled with countless stars.

The moonlight, like a thin veil, was slowly devoured, and the room was pitch black compared to before, seemingly more suitable for sleep.

However, just like the lunar eclipse on the night I returned to Guiding Island.

Xiao Yu is suffering from insomnia again.

On the bed, Xiao Yu's brown eyes widened in surprise.

Something is wrong!

Something is definitely wrong!

Nine out of ten things are wrong!

Smelling the delicate fragrance wafting from the girl beside him, Xiao Yu felt more energetic than if he had eaten ten Snickers bars.

This is wrong!

Logically speaking, he should have been exhausted by Long Wanyan, and he always had back pain and shortness of breath, needing her to make yam and wolfberry soup to keep him alive.

But now I'm full of energy and can't sleep.

hiss……

He didn't eat anything random!

Oh! Right, the pastries delivered from upstairs during the day.

Could it be that his words have come true, and that the pastries he ate during the day were indeed poisoned?