My wife is a magical girl, how can I be the villain?

"Sister Xingyu, strike a pose, relax, don't be so shy."

"With this kind of work attitude, how can you be a national idol?" Gun Red said with a camera in hand, laughing and joking.

"Alright! You're being disrespectful, aren't you? You're pushing your luck!"

Xingyu, with a stern face and her hands hanging at her waist, looked at Qiang Hong, who was excitedly taking pictures of her, with an unhappy expression.

"This kind of publicity is unnecessary. Just take a few pictures and that's it."

Xingyu felt nauseous just thinking about what had just happened. The bloody smell in the air had just been cleared away, but looking at the shattered glass all over the ground, she still felt a little uncomfortable.

After the demons and officials finished cleaning up the mess, all the horrific chunks of flesh and remnants of the Void Beasts on the ground were cleared away, leaving only a chaotic scene for the construction team to slowly repair.

Later, some staff members came over, hoping to take some photos of the two magical girls for positive publicity of the city. It would be even better if the photos could showcase the elegance and serious demeanor of the magical girls.

That's how official departments are; they always habitually keep work records and consider the needs of publicity and public opinion in everything they do.

Magical girls, on the other hand, have a simpler idea: a group of young girls who, besides fighting and killing, just act cute and cool.

So now, GunRed is using the promotional photo shoot to give Sister Hoshino all sorts of photo suggestions.

"That pose was so beautiful, it had a princess-like purity about it..."

Qiang Hong was not giving up and continued to manipulate Xing Yu, something she would never dare to do in private.

But Sister Xingyu is always gentle and kind in public, so it's impossible for her to reprimand her in front of everyone.

"Interlace your index fingers, pinch a talisman, raise it a little higher, preferably in front of your mouth, and look straight ahead."

"You can be a little more determined in your gaze. How can a magical girl not pay attention to her demeanor? I guess I'm really good at posing..."

Gun Red floated in the air, maintaining a prone position, and taking advantage of the easy angles, snapped photos of Xingyu's face with his camera.

"Alright, alright! This pose is too embarrassing. If you want to film it, do it yourself."

Finally, Xingyu couldn't hold back her expression any longer and chose to give up completely. She walked to the side and nodded to the passing staff.

"Sister Xingyu looks much better; what's the point of taking pictures of yourself..."

"Just pick two normal ones and send them to them, then delete the rest." Xingyu's face twitched, and she gave a helpless bitter smile.

"clear!"

"I'll give you extra practice tomorrow."

"Ming..." Qiang Hong's pretty face froze for a moment, "Huh? No way, I'm so tired."

Xingyu ignored the chattering children beside her and walked to the edge of the street. With a light touch of her toes, her entire body was lifted up by an invisible force, like a feather.

She turned her posture, looked at Qiang Hong behind her, and glared at her.

"I'm going to eat first. You should go home early. Don't even think about running during training tomorrow. You don't have class on Saturday."

After saying that, Xingyu turned around and shot into the sky, leaving only a golden trail of smoke behind.

"Well... but I still made a profit." Gun Red held the camera in his hand, revealing a cute yet lewd smile.

"Hehe, I need to get these photos developed."

……

As night deepens, the lights of the buildings, at varying heights, cast clusters of starlight on the windows.

Tang Ming sat at the dimly lit and quiet dining table, while well-dressed waiters walked back and forth. The pleasant and soothing sound of a piano and the clinking of porcelain and metalware filled the air.

"Sorry I'm late."

Tang Ming was idly scrolling through a mobile game, having just finished completing a few tasks, when he saw Lin Ruoyu running in with a waiter.

Lin Ruoyu gathered her skirt, slowly sat down, clasped her hands together, and bowed her head in apology.

Her chest was still heaving, and there were several creases in her neckline, indicating that she had come in a hurry.

Tang Ming looked away, closed his phone, poured himself a glass of lemonade, and said with a teasing smile:

"I was the one who was going to miss dinner and asked you for leave, but in the end you're even later."

Lin Ruoyu put her bag aside, took the water glass that Tang Ming pushed over, and took a big gulp.

"Thank you, but I'm sorry, I haven't had any water all afternoon."

Lin Ruoyu pursed her lips after feeling her mouth finally moisten.

"I didn't know the work would take so long. Coordinating with government departments is such a hassle. I have to go through every procedure. I thought I could get there sooner. I should have just turned my back and left."

Lin Ruoyu felt like crying when she talked about this. She complained a few times and slumped into her chair.

"It wouldn't be good to shirk responsibility when dealing with official departments... Is there a large government event?"

Tang Ming didn't quite understand the other party's specific job duties; to be precise, he only learned in the last two days that the other party was in the clothing business.

"Ah...more or less, anyway I made two trips back and forth this afternoon."

Lin Ruoyu's gaze drifted up and down, and she secretly glanced at her husband.

"I'm so sorry."

"Why apologize? As long as you didn't stand me up, let's order." Tang Ming didn't care and handed the menu to the person opposite him.

Lin Ruoyu pouted, thinking only of appeasing the other party first, and waiting for the other party to forgive her... so that she could question them with a clear conscience later.

"You order, I'll eat whatever you order." She smiled and nodded, handing the menu back to Tang Ming with both hands.

Tang Ming looked at the other person suspiciously, but couldn't figure out what the problem was. He was indeed starving, so he killed the game in the background, grabbed the menu, and quickly ordered a few dishes.

Watching the waiter leave, Lin Ruoyu turned around and glanced at Tang Ming almost imperceptibly.

"Why are you being so generous today, coming to such an upscale restaurant?"

Lin Ruoyu leaned her head against the glass, the dazzling city lights shining into her eyes. She met Tang Ming's gaze with sparkling starlight.

"It's been a long time since we've had a get-together like this. Shouldn't we treat ourselves to something nice?" Tang Ming lowered his gaze and chuckled softly.

"I felt really tight on spending last month, but now I'm suddenly eating at restaurants where the average cost per person is several hundred. Did I get a promotion?"

Lin Ruoyu lowered her head, following Tang Ming's gaze: "Still making extra money?"

Tang Ming's eyes flickered, somewhat unsure of Lin Ruoyu's meaning. He tentatively replied:

"Yes, we did receive a bonus... The company wasn't doing too well before, and our salaries were delayed for a while. I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to worry."

Most of what he said was true, and Tang Ming felt that there was nothing wrong with his reply. However, he was trying to figure out what Lin Ruoyu meant. Normally, she wouldn't talk to him about work.

"You must be working hard."

Lin Ruoyu looked away, took another sip of water, and casually asked, "By the way, is your workplace in the suburbs of Fengcheng? It's quite far."

"Yes, the factory is over there. There are so many things like special equipment and building materials. The land there is cheap." Tang Ming nodded.

"I see... Do you stay cooped up in the factory all day? Sitting all day is bad for your back; I see your back is getting a bit hunched."

Lin Ruoyu's concern was very thoughtful. Tang Ming subconsciously patted his back, but he hesitated in his heart.

"What's wrong? You're finally starting to care that I'm tired from work?"

Tang Ming smiled and deflected the topic with a rhetorical question.