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

Chapter 169 Subjective and Objective Inconsistencies

Tang Ming went inside to take a shower, and Lin Ruoyu opened the door and strolled around the corridor.

Both ends have activated their complete magic systems, with seven or eight magic stones providing ample magic power to the protective shield. They really spared no expense for the Demon Department.

Lin Ruoyu shook her head. She knew that Anmeng Insurance and the Anti-Demon Department had a good relationship, but she didn't expect it to be this good.

In the hall, the few wizards affiliated with the government spoke righteously and solemnly: "Protecting the citizens of Fangzhou City is the duty of the Demon Department, and cracking down on lawless criminal organizations is also something that the Demon Department must accomplish."

"We, as wizards, will not tolerate these symbiotic entities of the corrupted void!"

They make it sound nice, but they're unwilling to urge the patrol teams and combat squads to practice more. How can they protect the citizens of Fangzhou City?

After checking, she confirmed that all the monitoring media could be neutralized by the concealment spell, and that they should be able to leave without anyone noticing.

The biggest problem right now is how to disappear from Tang Ming's sight.

More people came up in the elevator, and several wizards even stayed in the rooms on both sides. Lin Ruoyu casually looked away and pretended to take a walk back to her room.

"Why did you go out?" Tang Ming was drying his hair.

"Oh—I felt restless in my room, so I took a walk in the hallway," Lin Ruoyu said softly, scratching her nose.

"Relax a bit." Tang Ming really had no other choice. Lin Ruoyu still seemed to be under a lot of pressure. After he finished, he pulled Lin Ruoyu to sit on the bed, stuffed a pillow into her arms, and lay half-reclined on the headboard, gazing at the dim light.

"So many things seem to have happened today—"

A wave of fatigue washed over him, and the soft blankets urged him to close his eyes. Tang Ming shook his head, forcing himself to stay awake. There might be another call-up later, so he knew he wouldn't get a good night's sleep tonight.

Lin Ruoyu was also lying down beside her, with a distance of thirty centimeters between them.

"Yeah—I'm so sleepy, but I still can't fall asleep." Lin Ruoyu tilted her head, her gaze falling on Tang Ming's nose.

"You can't sleep either? Sorry, I forgot you're also a little scared."

Tang Ming licked his lips, thinking about what he had talked about with Jiang He after dinner. He had told Jiang He about his confusion. After losing his memory, he felt distrustful of many things, and Lin Ruoyu by the bedside was the source of his distrust.

Even though he was certain that the other person was the closest person to him, Tang Ming still felt uneasy.

It wasn't that Tang Ming disliked Lin Ruoyu; frankly, he felt a surge of joy when he realized this girl was his wife. No one could dislike Lin Ruoyu—her beautiful face, poised demeanor, and gentle, considerate communication—which was precisely why Tang Ming always felt it was unreal.

Although he also discovered many of Lin Ruoyu's "flaws" and was proud of them, when he decided to completely open his heart to Lin Ruoyu and have a closer interaction with her, Lin Ruoyu's occasional retreat was a blow to his head.

Lin Ruoyu was resisting him, scrutinizing him—that was Tang Ming's intuition.

The other party would always test him in various ways, whether in life or at work, he could feel Lin Ruoyu's subtle distance.

If he takes a step closer, the other person takes a step back; if he chooses to temporarily step back and observe, the other person "affectionately" moves forward.

—He had mentioned the idea of ​​sleeping with Lin Ruoyu, especially after seeing the opened box of tinfoil in the bedside drawer, but she rejected him with various "legitimate reasons".

Afterwards, Lin Ruoyu would casually ask him again, which hurt him because she didn't take it seriously. So he refused her with the same reason.

Tang Ming was under pressure from the emotional turmoil caused by his amnesia, but the other person either left early and returned late, or even stayed out all night, or slept soundly without a care in the world. Tang Ming looked at the other person's sleeping face and found it both pleasing to the eye and infuriating.

Jiang He scolded him, "You're just too indecisive. When you're rational, you're more manly than a man; when you're stuck on a fuss, you're more womanly than a woman. What's the use of being so sensitive!"

He admitted that he was a very awkward person, otherwise, the "arranged" couple wouldn't have made their life so awkward. There are plenty of stories in novels about marriages that start with love and then end in marriage—he couldn't accept that kind of relationship.

When he finally calmed down and confessed to Lin Ruoyu, he found a draft of the divorce agreement on the dressing table in the bedroom. He didn't make a sound, casually putting it back in its place. All his mental preparation had vanished. Tang Ming decided to be a dutiful stranger in their cohabitation. Faced with Lin Ruoyu's subtle attempts to tug at him, his feelings cooled—perhaps she would file for divorce soon.

Yesterday, Lin Ruoyu took the initiative to "break off relations," and he finally guessed where her aloof emotions came from. After a heart-to-heart talk with Jiang He today, he became even more certain of his thoughts.

Jiang He didn't comfort him; instead, he drunkenly pointed at his forehead and mocked, "You subjectively feel you have no feelings for Ruoyu, but objectively they exist!"

"Don't you always like to think rationally and dialectically? Why are you so anxious and worried? The objective fact is you're overthinking it. We've been married for years and you're still dragging this out. Don't wait until my child is born and you're nowhere to be found! What happened to the arranged marriage?"

"Get lost!" Tang Ming grabbed the other man's fingers and pulled him away. "With your slutty appearance, who would dare to marry you?"

"Ouch, ouch, ouch—"

"What are you thinking about?" Lin Ruoyu frowned. Tang Ming looked at her, but his gaze seemed to pass right through her.

"I was thinking about chatting with Jiang He about all sorts of embarrassing things that happened today," Tang Ming said, snapping out of his reverie.

"I'm sorry about what happened last night." Lin Ruoyu apologized, not wanting the atmosphere to become awkward.

Tang Ming's anxious state when they encountered danger at the funeral home today, and his constant efforts to soothe her "nervousness" as he leads her on her escape, showing no concern for their trivial matters from last night.

If Lin Ruoyu were just an ordinary girl, she might have been so moved that she would have rushed into his arms. But she was in a hurry, and she couldn't say anything—

Lin Ruoyu fluttered her eyelashes a few times, stared at Tang Ming's chest for a moment, and still did not choose to rush into his arms—she was a little ashamed.

"It's alright. I shouldn't have lied to you, especially twice—just don't test me like this again. I'm a man too," Tang Ming said softly, his eyes half-closed.

"Yesterday—did it hurt your pride a little?" Lin Ruoyu's eyes darted around.

Tang Ming answered irrelevantly: "I always thought my wife was a quiet, kind, gentle, and intellectual woman—but now it seems you're quite cunning yourself, aren't you? Are you hiding quite a few secrets?"

Lin Ruo's heart skipped a beat. She buried her head in the pillow and mumbled, "I thought you didn't love me anymore, or that you couldn't do it anymore—"

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Sister Li Shuang taught me the art of changing the subject: You don't love me anymore.

"I can let the first sentence go, but isn't the second sentence just that you always find excuses to refuse?" Tang Ming narrowed his eyes and leaned closer.

"I have a legitimate reason—" Lin Ruoyu continued in a muffled voice.

"That would be for the best. I hope you're not hiding something from me too. If you are, I hope you can be honest and not take advantage of someone like me who has amnesia."

After Tang Ming finished speaking in a cryptic manner, he plucked a white hair from Lin Ruoyu's head and lay back down.

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