Chapter Four Hundred Sixty-One: The Ultimate Good Wife

Zhang Xiaoying’s room didn’t become quiet until late into the night.

Little Ying was leaning against the head of the bed, giggling while reading the “Guidelines for Caring for Pregnant Women.”

“…Pfft. No need to exaggerate like this, right?”

“What can we do?” Young Master Sang looked up at the ceiling with a sigh, “Don’t let the hustle and bustle fool you; the Sang family has no experience at all.”

“Lack of experience makes you nervous, and being nervous makes you cautious.”

“After all…” He gently placed his hand on Zhang Xiaoying’s belly, “This little one means the world to us.”

Zhang Xiaoying turned to look at Young Master Sang.

Suddenly, she reached out and gently rubbed his cheek, whispering, “Husband, have you been working too hard lately?”

“Well, the business association is still buzzing about that livestreaming job. It’s quite busy.”

But now, he figured he was earning milk money for the baby, so being busy didn’t seem so bad.

“…You’ve got wrinkles now,” Zhang Xiaoying pouted, a bit distressed.

Young Master Sang paused, then chuckled, “No way. I’m in the Great Ascension stage now.”

“In terms of my lifespan, my life is just beginning.”

Seeing him so clueless about romance made her speechless yet amused.

“Forget it,” she sighed, softly adding, “But there’s still something important we need to discuss.”

She nervously glanced at Young Master Sang.

He nodded, “I know.”

…Now that they confirmed there was a baby, it was really time to introduce him to the parents.

As of now, Zhang Xiaoying’s parents only knew about Young Master Sang but had never met him.

And Young Master Sang had been so busy running around that he hadn’t found the time to meet his future father-in-law.

Now that she was pregnant, remembering to meet her parents was definitely Young Master Sang’s problem.

“What should I do? Should I head back first and discuss it with my parents?”

“No way,” Young Master Sang shook his head decisively. “Since we’re marrying because of a child, not going to see the father-in-law would be really rude.”

“You should write a letter back. Let’s prepare for a couple of days, and three days from now, I’ll go back home with you.”

Zhang Xiaoying blinked in surprise.

“Three days… is that really so urgent?”

“It’s my fault after all.”

Young Master Sang sighed deeply, “All I hope is that when my future father-in-law hears the news, he doesn’t get so angry that he disowns me as a son-in-law.”

“If worst comes to worst, I’ll just bear the consequences; let your parents hit me with some sticks to vent their anger.”

Just imagining that scene made Zhang Xiaoying burst into giggles.

“That actually seems… rather entertaining.”

“Huh? You really want to watch?”

“I’m just kidding.”

“Actually, my parents have rather good temperaments,” Zhang Xiaoying said softly. “They know you’re a high-ranking member of the Demon Cult and have always wanted to meet you.”

“With the news of the baby, they should be over the moon.”

Young Master Sang gently pulled Zhang Xiaoying into his embrace.

…It was indeed his fault.

Ever since he joined the Punishment Department, most of his attention had been on work.

Zhang Xiaoying had been taking care of the household all this time, even managing to find time to visit her parents occasionally.

Thanks to Zhang Xiaoying nurturing the home, Young Master Sang could work without worries.

That allowed the Demon Cult to transform from a much-despised villainous sect into the most desirable sanctuary in just a year and a half.

“Sigh… when I think about it, I really am not a competent husband.”

Young Master Sang held Little Ying close and whispered, “I’ve barely paid attention to my wife and have been busy with work, not even getting the chance to meet my future father-in-law.”

“No way.”

Zhang Xiaoying leaned against Young Master Sang, feeling like a soft bundle of cotton, her voice particularly gentle: “Meeting you is already the luckiest thing of my life.”

“I just love how dedicated you are to your work. Better than anything else.”

“In fact, I’ve been worried about not holding you back and being a useless flower vase.”

“How to become a good wife worthy of such an outstanding husband?”

“Sometimes, I don’t even know,” she gazed down, murmuring, “I’m just an ordinary girl, the most unobtrusive one by your side.”

“Will I even be worthy of being with you? Will people point and gossip behind my back…”

“But then I thought it through.”

“I love you, even if others talk behind my back, even if I can’t compare to the likes of Sister Gu, I still can’t bear to leave you.”

“So,” she snuggled into Young Master Sang’s embrace, letting him hold her completely like a docile cat.

“I will strive to be a good wife.”

“Um… and now, I’ll work hard to be a good mom.”

“All you need to do is continue being awesome, becoming the great hero that everyone admires.”

“We’re not unworthy of each other. We are simply the most beloved of one another.”

“Okay?” She tilted her head up, blinking her eyes at Young Master Sang.

But she was surprised to find Young Master Sang looking at her with deep emotion, tears streaming down his face.

“Wait… don’t cry, husband!”

“Ow, ow.” Young Master Sang couldn’t help but cry, pulling Zhang Xiaoying closer, pressing his face tightly against hers, “Xiaoying, my little Xiaoying.”

“How many universes did I save in my past life to deserve someone as wonderful as you in this one?”

Zhang Xiaoying giggled, wiping his eyes with her sleeve.

“Enough already.” Young Master Sang suddenly flipped over, pinning Zhang Xiaoying beneath him.

“Ah… husband?”

Zhang Xiaoying looked at him timidly, her cheeks flushed with shyness.

“Wife, you’re just too cute, too gentle, too beautiful.”

“You’ve got me all flustered.”

“That’s not good…” Zhang Xiaoying said softly, her face red. “Sister Yubing has said that during this time, we’re not supposed to share a room.”

“The baby’s already three months along; it should be fine. Besides, my wife is so adorable, how can I resist?”

Just as Young Master Sang pouted and leaned in to kiss, Zhang Xiaoying bashfully closed her eyes.

But in the next moment…

A strange cat sound suddenly echoed from outside the window.

One after another, it grew louder and louder.

Young Master Sang was just about to turn and scold Jiao Jiao and Xiao Hei, those two bad cats, for their lack of awareness.

Before he could say anything, the door burst open with a kick.

“Sang! Zhe!”

“You were about to break the rules, weren’t you?” Tang Yubbing glared at him, standing at the door. Yan Rouwan peeked curiously from behind her.

“I…”

Young Master Sang stammered, just starting to explain, when Tang Yubbing yanked him by the ear, dragging him out of the room.

“From today onward, you are not to step foot in Little Ying’s room at night!”

“Ah?”