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

Chapter 151 Qin Xin Winery

That evening, after heading to a karaoke bar with Jiang He and the others, Tang Ming chatted with Jiang He while watching the group "battle" on stage.

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Believe it or not, a noisy karaoke room is the perfect place for serious conversation. Some people find it hard to think clearly in quiet places, but when they get to a bar or karaoke room, their eyes are clear, their minds are active, and even the noisiest background doesn't affect the smoothness of the conversation.

Tang Ming is that kind of person. Jiang He wasn't originally, but after learning that Tang Ming had lost his memory and was facing various troubles with his wife, he immediately revealed a wicked gossipy expression.

After a while, Tang Ming said he was in a hurry to find his wife and left. He followed the "rules" of his family and did not drink a drop of alcohol outside. Everyone could only give him Coke and Sprite, but his stomach was so full that he was about to burst.

Half-drunk, Xiao Zixuan started shouting recklessly, "It's only been a few minutes! Are you already so worried about your wife? Afraid she'll run away?!"

Tang Ming immediately rushed forward, intending to give him a rear-naked choke, but was deterred by the smell of alcohol as soon as he got close. "Fine, you're good. I'll let you off this time."

As he chatted and joked with his brothers whom he had known for many years, Tang Ming felt that his tense face relaxed a lot, and his dull and lifeless aura dissipated.

Jiang He accompanied him outside. As the wind blew in through the gate, Jiang He stretched. The smell of alcohol emanating from Jiang He made Tang Ming back away. "Alright, after talking for so long, I roughly have a good idea of ​​what's going on."

"It's fine if you speculate about these things, but whether it's true or not, Lin Ruoyu is your wife. You met her in your junior year of college, and we got married in your senior year. Today marks almost three years—what's that called, a paper wedding anniversary!"

"A leather wedding," Tang Ming corrected.

"Yes, leather wedding anniversary, real leather!"

Jiang He actually has a good alcohol tolerance, but the wind made him stutter a bit as the alcohol hit him. Tang Ming looked at him with disgust and went over to support him, afraid that he would fall on the steps in front of him.

"She's your wife. She won't hurt you, and you won't hurt her. We all see it—oh, I'm repeating myself, hiccup~" Jiang He held Tang Ming's face.

Tang Ming listened silently.

"Sometimes you're just too dramatic, not like a man at all. Why think so much? You already have gray hairs around your ears. Just live each day to the fullest. Saving the world is for magical girls and wizards. What does it have to do with us ordinary people? — Sigh, today I saw Pan Xiwen's body. I don't know what they said to her parents. She's gone just like that."

Upon hearing Pan Xiwen's name, Tang Ming closed his eyes, and only opened them after a while.

"Don't worry about anything. I've got a great job at a big company. Let's work there for a few years and then travel together, go to the beach together."

"Okay." Tang Ming nodded, patted Jiang He on the back, "Go back now. You're the organizer, save your energy for the end."

"Okay, I'm going back. You and her are the last and only couple to get together in our dorm, so cherish it!"

After saying that, Jiang He waved his hand, pushed Tang Ming's arm away, and walked back into the KTV.

Tang Ming licked his dry lips, his face expressionless. He stood there for a while, then drove away. He didn't go home; he drove on the highway for twenty minutes and arrived at the Qin Xin Winery on the outskirts of the city.

The car was parked by the flower bed. A metal briefcase was taken out of the trunk, several items were put inside, and then the car was familiarly made its way through the winding paths into a two-story, low, gray building in the manor.

"Mr. Tang, you've arrived?" A young man in a smart suit came out from behind the front desk to greet him.

"Yes, may I ask if Mr. Qin is free?" Tang Ming nodded politely.

The winery's taste is truly exceptional. The exquisite aromas that fill the building are a far cry from the haphazard, mixed-up stuff you get at a karaoke bar.

"He's meeting with a client; it'll be half an hour if things go smoothly."

"Okay," Tang Ming glanced at the time; it didn't matter whether he went home early or late. "Then I'll sit for a while."

The young man led him to a booth and asked, "You smell strongly of alcohol. Would you like to change your clothes?"

"I've been cooped up in this alcohol-filled environment for too long. I haven't drunk anything, so there's no need to change it." Tang Ming sniffed it and shook his head.

"Alright, shall I bring you a glass of the newly imported wine to try? It's something Mr. Qin likes."

"Hmm... how about a little bit?"

After agreeing, the young man left, and Tang Ming just sat there dumbfounded, taking the opportunity to review his conversation with Jiang He, which had lasted for more than an hour.

"Tang Ming, it seems like you haven't been here for a while."

17

The previous client arrived quite early, and in less than half an hour, Tang Ming arrived at the basement and met Old Master Qin, whose face was covered in white beard.

"You've lost a lot of weight."

"Mr. Qin, even if you're just going to greet me formally, you should at least look up at me. I haven't gained a single pound in the past year." Tang Ming swirled his wine glass as he sat at the paulownia wood table, his briefcase resting directly on it.

"Hehe, how come your weight doesn't change at all?" Old Master Qin looked up and laughed.

"I tested it once a month, and the results were pretty much the same."

"You've got a good diet. Oh, you've already tasted the wine that just arrived. It's astringent and fragrant, but not intoxicating. You really don't treat yourself like an outsider."

Master Qin put on a stern face and pretended to be angry.

"The receptionist poured it for me. I don't actually like red wine, and this one isn't sweet and doesn't taste alcohol, so I don't understand what's so good about it—"

"Drink?" Tang Ming smacked his lips, looking at the wine glass in his hand with a troubled expression.

"Speak, what brings you here? My job isn't judging wine, but judging wine for someone as clueless as you," Master Qin urged.

"I want to know everything about the Order," Tang Ming said bluntly.

"Which cult?" Master Qin asked calmly.

"The New Human Cult is the cult that has infiltrated Fangzhou City on a large scale this past month."

"I'm not trying to be mean, but why do you meddle in things you can't control? You have absolutely no magical sense, yet you insist on working for various folk wizarding organizations. If one doesn't work, you try another. As an ordinary person, nobody looks down on you there. Why bother?"

"Grandpa—I was asking about the cult, what does that have to do with what you're saying?" Tang Tangming said helplessly.

"I didn't know you were such a smart young man, why are you so obsessed with magic? I saved you once or twice, but I didn't let you, a newbie, get involved in the affairs of wizards and the cult." Master Qin adopted the posture of an elder and admonished him with a stern face.

"I know what you mean, I won't do it again—do you know about what happened at the Fangzhou City Funeral Home?" Tang Ming had no choice but to tell the truth.

"I've heard of it." Old Master Qin didn't want to say more.

Tang Ming didn't care; Qin Xin Winery knew a lot.

"My college classmate's funeral was today, but his body was stolen by people suspected to be from a cult, stuffed into a bubble and disappeared without a trace. I just want to know something about it."

Mr. Qin was taken aback, not expecting this reason. He tentatively asked, "Are you close to this classmate?"

"Not really, we're just ordinary classmates, we know each other."

Tang Ming wasn't willing to take the risk for Pan Xiwen's sake, but the cult definitely needed to be eliminated. If he could bring back their remains within his power, he would feel much more at ease.

The bewildered and disoriented state of Pan Xiwen's family members standing in front of the crematorium that afternoon, along with the image of Pan Xiwen's head entering the ruptured bubble, kept flashing before Tang Ming's eyes.

He knew that the cracking bubbles wouldn't destroy the bones, and he could roughly guess where these remains would be sent.

Yesterday, outside the altar, the priest brandished a scythe, and piece by piece of "body" was thrown into the purplish-black pool. Afterwards, a grotesque "creature" of blood, flesh, and other strange substances emerged from the pool.

He closed his eyes, trying not to think about it.

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