34: Diary rant: An older woman and her long-suffering wife!

[Year X, Month X, Day X. Weather: Sunny. But my mood is a mix of gale-force winds, torrential rain, thunder, and lightning!]

[I’m seriously about to explode from anger at that old man Su Qi today! I strongly suspect he isn't a Su Family Elder, but the Reincarnation of the Emperor of Overthinking! He was born specifically to torture me!]

Su Chen wrote with immense force, his brush tip flying frantically across the paper. Every word seemed squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a towering sense of resentment.

[Today was truly eight lifetimes of bloody bad luck!]

[First, I let my hands get itchy in the Forbidden Ground and released some Crazy Woman who'd been locked up for who knows how many tens of thousands of years. I almost lost my life right then and there.]

[Fortunately, I, Su Chen, am exceptionally witty, and my acting skills have reached the Transcendent level. Relying purely on this devastatingly handsome Face of mine and my silver tongue, I managed to bluff that Old Auntie into a stupor!]

[Can you guys believe it?]

[I just made up a name and then had the thick skin to propose to her, and she actually believed it! She just left like that!]

[As expected, when a certain part of the body is overdeveloped, it affects the brain. This law applies regardless of whether one is good or evil.]

[That Old Auntie named Ye Ninghan looked quite intimidating, but as it turns out, her brain doesn't work that well either.]

[However, the look in her eyes before she left... no matter how I look at it, something felt off. It was like a wolf looking at meat. She wouldn't actually be clinging to me now, would she?]

[Damn, my scalp tingles just thinking about it. I'll have to be more careful when I go out in the future.]

Writing up to this point, the stifled Qi in Su Chen's chest finally cleared a little.

But at the thought of the merit stele Su Qi wanted to erect for him, his anger shot through the roof again with a 'whoosh'.

[I barely escaped with my life, and then what?]

[I got caught by that old matchmaker Su Qi again, who insisted on dragging me to see that Ice Block Face, Ling Qingzhu!]

[My soul almost flew away in fright at the time, and I was so tired I just wanted to be paralyzed. How could I be in the mood to deal with her?]

[Am I even close to her?]

[The moment we met, she gave me an attitude, as if I owed her eight million Spirit Stones and hadn't paid her back.]

[Worst of all, the way she looked at me was exactly like a resentful little wife who had been neglected by her husband for years and left to guard a lonely bedroom. That resentment, that grievance—it made my hair stand on end!]

[Big sister, we're only engaged; we haven't married yet! You've gotten into character way too fast!]

[I really do have social anxiety! Every time I see such an awkward scene, my whole body feels uncomfortable, and I just want to evaporate on the spot!]

[So, I could only use my old trick again, pretending that I 'felt something and urgently needed to enter secluded cultivation.' Then, I used the Great Void Technique I just learned to perform a vanishing act in front of everyone.]

[And the result?!]

Writing to this point, Su Chen's wrist suddenly exerted force, and the brush tip made a sharp, ear-piercing screech on the paper.

[That Emperor of Overthinking, Su Qi, actually believed it!]

[Not only did he believe it, he freaking glorified it for me!]

[Saying things like I 'devote my heart to the Dao and am not moved by beauty,' that I'm the 'Number One Cultivation Maniac of All Time'?!]

[Maniac my foot!]

[I was running away! I was fleeing for my life! Do you understand?!]

[Now it's even more ridiculous. He wants to use Ten-Thousand-Year Divine Gold to erect a merit stele for me! Right at my front door! So everyone in the Su Family can come and admire this 'Cultivation Maniac'!]

[I'm finished.]

[I'm truly finished.]

[My image as a wise and divine salted fish in this life is completely ruined by this old man's hands.]

[If this merit stele is really put up, will I still have the Face to go out in the future? Do I, Su Chen, the Divine Son of the Longevity Su Family, not want Face?!]

[I'm so angry! My liver hurts from rage!]

[No, I'll send a message to the maids later and have them stop Su Qi no matter what. Whoever dares to erect that crappy stele, I'll... I'll run away from home!]

Su Chen finished writing in one breath, pouring all his frustration and madness onto the paper.

He let out a long sigh of relief, feeling as if his whole being had become clear.

Ranting was indeed the best way to relieve stress.

He tossed the diary onto the bedside table and threw himself back onto the soft, large bed.

“Forget it, even if the sky falls, I have to sleep first.”

“Once I wake up, I'll find a way to deal with that old stubborn Su Qi.”

Su Chen pulled the quilt over his head, deciding to throw all his worries to the back of his mind and have a cross-temporal date with his dear Duke of Zhou first.

He didn't know.

At the very moment he contentedly wrote down these rants.

Four invisible rays of light quietly flew out from that diary, ignoring all the barriers of Divine Son Peak. At a speed surpassing thought, they tore through the void and shot toward four completely different directions... Su Family, West Wing Guest Room.

Ling Qingzhu was thinking about what had happened today.

Just then, the void in front of her rippled without warning, a circle of nearly imperceptible ripples spreading out.

It's here!

She calmly waved her hand to set up a Profound Ice Soundproofing Barrier, completely isolating herself from the outside world.

A diary exactly like Su Chen's silently appeared before her.

She steadied her mind and quickly flipped it open.

When her gaze fell upon that familiar handwriting, which carried a hint of scribbled wildness, her breath suddenly hitched.

“Old Auntie... overdeveloped... affects the brain...”

Seeing Su Chen's evaluation of that terrifying Demoness, Ling Qingzhu was first stunned, but then a strange sense of satisfaction rose in her heart.

So in his heart, that Demoness whom even the Su Family Old Ancestor was wary of was just an “Old Auntie whose brain doesn't work well”?

His Realm was indeed far beyond what she could fathom.

But when her eyes continued down and saw the phrase “exactly like a resentful little wife who had been neglected by her husband for years and left to guard a lonely bedroom”.

Her brain exploded with a boom!

A surge of scalding blood, mixed with endless shame and indignation, rushed straight to her head!

Ling Qingzhu's stunning Face, which had only just regained some color, instantly turned bright red.

That flush burned from her snowy-white neck all the way to her delicate earlobes, so red it almost looked like it would drip blood!

Re-sent-ful, lit-tle, wife?!

He even said I got into character too fast?!

This bastard!

Scoundrel!

Libertine!

Ling Qingzhu trembled with rage, her jade-like hands clutching the diary until her knuckles turned white. She wished she could freeze this wretched diary along with the hateful man who wrote it into dust using her Profound Ice Divine Laws right then and there!

Where did she look like a resentful little wife?!

She was clearly... clearly... Ling Qingzhu's mind went blank. She wanted to refute, to lash out, but she found that she couldn't find a single reason to object.

She uncontrollably recalled her performance in the main hall just now:

That uncontrollable heartbeat when she saw him appear.

That heartfelt bitterness and grievance when she saw his indifference.

The worry that instinctively leaked out when she saw him “weak”... These images flashed through her mind at high speed, and finally, they all converged into those few eye-catching and heart-burning words in the diary—

Re-sent-ful, lit-tle, wife!

It seems... there really is a slight resemblance.

No! Not at all! I don't!

I was just... I was just angry that he didn't understand my good intentions!

I went to risk my life for him, yet he didn't even spare me a glance!

Ling Qingzhu bit her lower lip hard, a bloody sweetness spreading in her mouth.

She was both ashamed and angry. Her eyes grew hot, and a layer of crystalline mist quickly covered her cold eyes, making the whole world turn blurry.

This Su Chen is simply the most hateful, most insensitive man under heaven!

She suppressed the urge to slam the diary onto the floor and, with a heart full of shame and indignation, continued reading.

She wanted to see how this bastard would arrange things for her next!