Starry Sky Railway: The Slacking Sword Saint is Keeped by Fu Xuan

Hehe... It seems my wife loves me very much too~ She doesn't care about a little bit of tea leaves or anything like that.

Although comparing its status to tea is a bit laughable, it didn't stop the Sword Saint from being in a great mood.

...

After taking a bath and warming herself up, Qingque strolled into the kitchen with a satisfied look on her face.

As she expected, the two exuded a sweet atmosphere that was almost sickeningly cloying…

Tsk, is this what a married couple looks like?

"Oh... Qingque is here, come quick~" Fu Xuan slowly leaned closer to her face, wanting to kiss her, but out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of the junior employee standing at the door with a complicated expression.

She immediately stopped leaning forward, grabbed Yu Chen's mouth with one hand, and looked at Qing Que with a calm smile.

The Sword Saint opened his eyes in a daze. Instead of the expected little mouth, a soft little hand grabbed his lips and pinched them shut…

Qingque obediently moved closer to the Grand Diviner as she wished. Her hair was still damp, and the little dress she was wearing, adorned with talismanic patterns, gave her a unique air about her.

Fu Xuan smiled and brushed aside Yu Chen, grabbing Qing Que's hand and looking at her with satisfaction: "Not bad, not bad, really beautiful~"

Qingque blushed slightly at the praise. The Grand Diviner had always said she was lazy, unmotivated, and lacked ambition…

It's rare to be praised like this, and I'm getting a little flustered...

A little shy.

The neglected Sword Saint glanced at them listlessly, then got up, scooped up another bowl of porridge, pushed it in front of Qingque, and continued blowing on another bowl…

After feeding Fu Xuan until he was full, Yu Chen's gaze remained fixed on Qing Que...

It's not for any strange reason, it's just...

Even though I invited her, I still felt a little strange that another woman got a share of the breakfast I made for my wife.

Fu Xuan nudged him with his elbow without leaving a trace, though he didn't know what was wrong with this guy who kept staring at Qing Que.

But the young girl's face was practically buried in her bowl from being stared at, and her earlobes were stained bright red.

He must be incredibly embarrassed, but he's too shy to say anything. As the diviner, she naturally had to stand up for her employee and stop his behavior, and...

Although this idiot certainly didn't stare at Qingque because he thought she was pretty or anything.

But if someone stares at another girl in front of her, even with a fierce expression, she can't help but feel a little...just a tiny bit...jealous!

After being fatally struck by the Grand Diviner, the Sword Saint ate voraciously, and after filling his belly with a fierce expression, he began to play with Fu Xuan's little hands and legs in an immersive way.

Fu Xuan ignored him. It was nothing serious that his legs and hands were touched, as Qing Que couldn't see them from under the table.

On the surface, she was still chatting and laughing with Qingque, her expression gentle and tender, showing no trace of the former dignified and imposing demeanor of the Grand Diviner.

Qingque secretly pondered whether this change in feeling was caused by a subtle shift in her perception of the Grand Diviner…

Chapter 227 Heavenly Thunder Strikes Earthly Fire

The rain was still pouring down, showing no signs of letting up, so Fu Xuan simply kept his employee behind, telling her to wait until the rain subsided before going back.

Qingque was initially quite happy. As a junior diviner and librarian security guard, she was usually quite idle. Since she couldn't do her usual work for the Grand Diviner, she could only reluctantly eat and drink.

But she was clearly overthinking it; Fu Xuan had no intention of letting her have such a leisurely life.

So she was happy because she had an extra helper at her disposal.

However, the other two were unhappy. Qingque was unhappy because she couldn't slack off anymore, and Yuchen...

In front of outsiders, Fu Xuan would definitely not allow him to get close to her without restraint.

Ugh, this is so frustrating…

The three of them were alone in the room, and Qingque was in great agony. She clearly noticed the sharp gaze that the Sword Saint sitting opposite her was giving her from time to time.

Even a fool could tell that she was disrupting their time together...

But what can be done?

The rain is so heavy, and she did say she wanted to leave, but the Grand Diviner insists she stay…

I feel like I'm about to explode with worry...

The pattering rain continued incessantly, and the cold wind whipped through the air, each gust bringing with it a muffled thud.

Yu Chen stretched, his hand naturally resting on Fu Xuan's leg. He leaned back in his chair and turned to look out the window.

Thick clouds blocked out the sunlight, and the gray world exuded a chilly atmosphere.

The newly sprouted green leaves trembled precariously under the pounding raindrops, their countless silver threads stretching from the sky to the ground. They showed no sign of nourishing all things, but rather resembled a gigantic, gray beast that would devour the world.

This continuous drizzle seems destined to go on forever…

He exhaled, his body went limp, and he slowly leaned against Fu Xuan's shoulder, squinting his eyes.

Fu Xuan turned her head and glanced at him, then looked at Xiao Qingque, who was staring blankly at her with unfocused eyes and a dazed expression.

She sighed softly, put down her pen, and shifted her body slightly, guiding his head to rest against her chest.

She looked down at him, her hand stroking his head, countless strands of hair slipping through her fingers, his jet-black hair so smooth it even had a faint fragrance.

Hmm... this idiot used her shampoo.

Yu Chen himself couldn't smell it; he was squinting and sniffing the scent on Fu Xuan's body.

This is an unparalleled elixir for restful sleep and tranquility...

If Qingque weren't here, he would definitely be picking up his beloved little wife and kissing her right now.

The rain finally stopped, and the sun pierced through the clouds, its golden rays bathing the world in a radiant glow, as if divinely bestowed.

The world has been cleansed of its dust and given a fresh new look.

It's lunchtime, so going out is just in time.

The little bluebird squinted, basking in the late morning sun, a sense of peace filling its heart.

Yu Chen looked at the puddles on the ground and picked up Fu Xuan without hesitation.

He didn't want his wife's feet to get wet in that dirty water...

The three walked side by side on the road. Qingque, of course, didn't have the ability to ride on the Sword Saint's lap, so her feet got wet by accident...

After all, the Sword Saint's preference belongs exclusively to the Diviner.

Fu Xuan wanted to come down and share the hardships, but Yu Chen pretended not to hear her whenever she brought it up. She felt both helpless and warm inside.

So, you can see his care and love for you in almost every aspect of your daily life...

Who would spoil their wife like that...?

Even normal pampering of a daughter doesn't involve this much care, right?

In reality, even if a certain sword saint had a daughter, he wouldn't spoil her the same way he spoiled her.

In the heart of the Sword Saint, what are children? They don't even have the right to be compared to his wife!

After lunch, the sun shone brightly for a while in the afternoon, and Qingque returned to her slacking-off-the-work post.

Yu Chen could finally let loose and harass the little fortune teller, then get scolded with a silly grin...

This is his joy and happiness.

Xingxuan came by during the trip to deliver some documents. Fu Xuan wanted to give her a few days off to rest, since she had indeed worked hard these past few days.

However, this workaholic's boundless energy made Fu Xuan feel somewhat afraid...

Who has ever seen someone who has worked overtime for so long and still looks radiant and energetic?

Look at her increasingly radiant skin and gentle, refined demeanor; she's practically the same person…

Fu Xuan paused for a moment, then looked at his capable subordinate with a subtle expression.

It seems... she's not fighting alone. I hope the other person is alright...

After all, Xingxuan looked like the type who had been holding back for a long time and would unleash her power once she had an outlet…

"In short, you can tell me anytime you need to take leave... Even if you don't want to, you should still think about your health..."

"Very well, Your Excellency, I'll be going now."

"Um…"

Xingxuan left, and Yuchen watched her graceful figure disappear behind the door. Finally, he couldn't help but turn to Fu Xuan and gossip:

"She must be squeezing that little swordsman dry every day!"

He certainly noticed it too, after all, a certain diviner looked quite similar...

With experience, her demeanor became more composed, her posture more mature, and her skin more moisturized.

This is all the result of his hard work!

"..." Fu Xuan blushed and glared at him. "Don't be so direct, okay? Aren't you ashamed? I'm ashamed for you!"

"And if Xingxuan overheard this, even if she didn't say anything, she'd definitely still have a grudge..."

"I won't say anymore... I think Xingxuan is very generous, even if she heard it, she probably wouldn't mind."

"Even so, it's not good to gossip behind people's backs!" Fu Xuan snorted, although she had wanted to say something herself just now.