My wife is a reborn big boss

Ye Qingxuan shook his head, poured himself another cup of wine, and slurped it down: "I once encountered a scoundrel, a lecherous thief. He was committing a crime, and I happened to run into him before he could succeed. At that time, I had a little reputation in the martial arts world. He was afraid that I would kill him, so he wept bitterly and swore that he would repent and even cut off his own arm to gain my trust."

Lost in memories, Ye Qingxuan's expression was pained: "Seeing his genuine remorse, I decided not to pursue the matter further. But the next day, when I passed by this place, I found the girl who had narrowly escaped death hanged herself inside the house. When I rescued her, she was barely clinging to life. I... will never forget the look in her eyes—empty, hateful, desperate, and ironic... It turns out that after I left, that lecherous scoundrel returned and violated her, then fled. I chased after him, but lost all trace of him. For the past few years, I've been searching everywhere for his whereabouts, but... but..."

He lowered his head and lay face down on the table, remaining motionless.

Wu Qiong sighed softly, "Looks like he's drunk."

Abstinence's expression was serious: "It's better to be drunk. Being drunk allows you to temporarily forget the pain, unlike me..."

The senior monk said with a self-deprecating smile, "I can't even get drunk if I want to."

"It seems that the abstinence master is also a monk with a story."

"Who in this world doesn't have a past?"

"I feel like I've heard that phrase somewhere before..."

"That's not important." Jie Se waved his hand, changing the subject. "May I ask how old you are, Benefactor Wu, and whether you are married?"

Wu Qiong's hand, holding the wine glass, froze. After a long silence, he spat out a few words through clenched teeth: "Twenty-four, unmarried. Why does the master ask this?"

Abstinence, his face flushed, said, "To be honest, I'm twenty-two, and I am indeed quite curious about matters between men and women. I'd like to ask Brother Wu to tell me about them..."

Wu Shaoxia, who had a wealth of theoretical experience but zero practical experience, glanced at him sideways: "Master, you are a monk."

Jiese clasped his hands together, his face solemn: "Amitabha. In the past, Shaolin was always perceived as rigid and inflexible. The elders of the sect also required the disciples to empty their minds and not get involved in worldly affairs, which is the way to cultivate Buddhism. But now it's different."

Since my master became abbot, Shaolin Temple has been completely transformed. Although Bodhidharma's Buddhist teachings are unfathomably profound, he was, after all, a man from a thousand years ago. The world a thousand years ago is vastly different from today, and Buddhism must also adapt. My master often taught me that a wise person must know how to ask and resolve questions. Without critical thinking and without experiencing the trials of the world, how can one achieve transcendence? Therefore, I must raise these questions when I have them; otherwise, my thoughts will remain unclear, and progress in Buddhism will be difficult.”

Wu Qiong quipped, "Does drinking alcohol and eating meat count as keeping up with the times?"

Abstinence remained calm: "Under the laws of nature, all things cycle. Insects eat leaves, birds eat insects, eagles hunt birds—this is all the way of nature. Tigers and leopards eat people, and people eat cattle and sheep—it is the same."

As for drinking alcohol, it is made from grains. If grains can be eaten, why can't alcohol? As long as one doesn't overindulge, a little drinking is perfectly acceptable. This too is a form of self-cultivation.

Wu Qiong was deeply impressed: "Even drinking, eating meat, and thinking about women are described with such philosophical insight. Master Abstinence is indeed a master of Buddhist teachings; I admire him greatly."

Jie Se smiled slightly, as if offering a flower to Kasyapa: "Brother Wu, could you please enlighten me on the question I just asked?"

"Of course." The two-time virgin Wu Shaoxia smiled and boasted, "In my opinion, the knowledge between men and women is not much simpler than Buddhist teachings."

"Oh? I'd like to hear more about it."

"Does the master know why marriage is traditionally arranged by parents and matchmakers?"

Before Jiese could answer, he continued, "The saying 'arranged marriage by parents and matchmaker' means that the man and woman are well-matched in terms of social status, interests, and lifestyles. With a little adjustment, they can at least treat each other with respect, even if they are not necessarily deeply in love."

Jiese retorted, "Brother Wu's words are reasonable and convincing. But... in miscellaneous books, there are countless stories of wealthy young ladies falling in love with poor, pedantic scholars, and noblewomen yearning for chivalrous heroes. Why is that?"

Wu Qiong chuckled softly: "Miscellaneous books are for passing the time, and since they're for passing the time, they should include things people like to read. It's precisely because such things are rare that everyone enjoys them. Besides, the book only talks about how they went through countless hardships to be together, but does it ever talk about their life after they were together?"

Abstinence pondered: "This... I haven't."

Wu Qiong poured himself a glass of wine: "People love good stories. If the rest of the story were actually written out... hehe."

As he downed the wine, he put down his glass and continued, "Leaving aside the story's veracity, wealthy young ladies are usually surrounded by the same wealthy young men. Even if some of them are utterly despicable, there are still outstanding ones. Why would a young lady look down on a poor, pedantic scholar instead of a more accomplished young gentleman? Even so, if a young lady were to elope with a scholar, how would she live? She's been pampered since childhood, with servants attending to her every need, even getting up and washing. Could she possibly endure the hardships of a peasant woman exposed to the elements?"

Compared to this, I'm more inclined to believe that a noblewoman from an official family admires a chivalrous knight-errant.

Jiese retorted with a laugh, "Because Brother Wu is a chivalrous hero who has captivated countless young women?"

Wu Qiong chuckled, "While that's part of the reason, it's not the main point. Children of officials are unlike those from merchant families; they're far more naive, surrounded by the treacherous power struggles of the court, and their interactions with peers are always driven by ulterior motives. If a dashing, generous, and reasonably handsome young swordsman were to approach her, it's understandable that she'd be drawn to him out of curiosity. But here's the problem: Leaving aside whether she'd abandon everything to follow him after weighing the pros and cons, even if she's naive and impulsively leaves home with a swordsman, could she accept a life of hardship, hunger, and uncertainty? Could she accept wearing coarse clothes, going ten days or half a month without a decent meal, and waking up each day without maids to dress and groom her?"

Wu Qiong patted Jie Se on the shoulder: "So a story is just a story, just read it and don't take it seriously."

Jiese said admiringly, "Brother Wu's words have enlightened me. However, I have another question......"

"Please feel free to speak."

"Brother Wu, you know so much, I wonder how many female confidantes you have?"

As Wu Qiong's drunkenness intensified, he began to boast, "I have no female confidantes, but I have plenty of close female friends. That's because I don't want them; if I wanted to..."

A cold voice came from behind Wu Qiong, its tone slightly unsettling: "How many do you want?"

Wu Qiong laughed loudly: "Of course, the more the merrier! Hmm? There's a murderous aura about that!"

He turned around carelessly, wanting to see which fool dared to provoke the number one on the list.

Then, he sobered up: "Little...Little Bai! What are you doing here?"

Su Mubai looked at him quietly with his clear black and white eyes, and his anger suddenly dissipated.

Who told me I owed him something in my past life?

But those little bitches from my past life were different.

She stepped forward, and the two were only inches apart, so close that Wu Qiong could kiss her slightly pursed lips with just a slight lowering of his head.

The young girl grabbed Wu Qiong by the collar and said, word by word, "You are mine, and no one can take you away."

At this moment, the future master of the Demonic Sect, reborn and returned, exudes an overwhelming aura of dominance!