My wife is a witch princess

Chapter 10 The witch is a little lonely, only a short year has passed.

When it comes to eating, Xia Li once again demonstrated her unparalleled talent. While Song Che had eaten a bowl of rice, half a bottle of rice wine, and some fish and meat, he was already lying down on his seat to rest, but she was calm and composed, just starting to whet her appetite.

Seriously, witches don't need to eat, right?

Looking at her eating habits, Song Che felt a familiar stomach ache—not a congenital physiological one, but an acquired economic conditioned reflex.

The silver-haired witch, Lin Xiali, is an incredibly voracious eater. She ate all the gold coins, ate her friends away, ate the dragon until its tail was severed and it howled in agony, and ate so much that humans sent warriors to subdue her. The only thing she probably didn't eat is herself.

After Xia Li finished her third bowl of rice, she suddenly stopped eating, her cheeks puffed out like a hamster, and remained motionless in her seat for a full ten seconds without pausing.

"Are you full?" Song Che asked weakly.

"...The teacup is empty." She turned back, swallowed her food.

"Okay, I'll refill your cup." Song Che replaced the teapot with a hot one.

I checked my phone; it was 11 p.m. They'd been eating for almost an hour. Xia Li's eating habits were like a hermit taking a golden pill—it was like she was prolonging her life.

Other girls are incredibly beautiful and charming, but she feels ashamed to even mention it.

Others are considered femme fatales, but she's all talk and no action, with a crippled leg, overly optimistic, and brainwashed. She's often criticized and treated like a bandit.

Song Che gave up struggling and closed his eyes to rest.

Half-asleep, I heard Xia Li drink water four times, have three bowls of rice served, and the waiter come five times before the noise gradually subsided.

"Waiter, the bill, please."

As the waiter walked towards the corner table with the bill in his hand, he had already mentally rehearsed a little drama.

The boy looked ordinary, wearing a school uniform, with a lazy air about him after a big meal, leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed, resting.

The silver-haired girl opposite him was excessively beautiful, with a few grains of rice stuck to the corner of her mouth.

Under the lamplight, her hair seemed to flow like moonlight, and her profile was so exquisite that it didn't look real. She was sipping tea slowly, sitting upright with an expressionless face. Her demeanor was like that of a Western pope, but in front of her... there were six clean, empty bowls stacked up.

The young man clicked his tongue inwardly.

So, a girlfriend who's beautiful enough to be a star, and a boyfriend who seems... well, pretty easygoing.

This guy is really lucky.

He could almost picture the boy looking at the girl with a questioning, perhaps even ingratiating, gaze when they went to pay the bill, and then the girl would nod slightly and perhaps just pull out her wallet—after all, such a pretty girl probably manages her own money, right?

There are many independent women nowadays.

He walked to the table, a professional smile on his face.

Following procedure and his mental rehearsal, he naturally ignored the sleeping boy, bent down, and handed the bill to the silver-haired girl, his voice gentle: "Hello, the total is ninety-four yuan. Would you like to split the bill or...?"

He hadn't finished speaking.

The girl looked up at the sound, her clear, cold eyes meeting his without hesitation. She didn't even look at the boy opposite her, but instead pointed straight at the guy next to her with his eyes closed.

"He'll be in charge of our family finances from now on..."

After saying that, Xia Li felt that the information was incomplete, so for the sake of being precise, she added, "He's in charge of the money now too."

Xia Li rested her chin on her hand, feeling that the logic was sound. She had no money now, so Song Che could pay for it. Later, when she had money, she would let Song Che manage it. In short, he was the one who would pay.

"..."

The waiter's smile instantly froze.

My head was buzzing a little from that overly blunt statement.

He subconsciously followed the girl's finger and looked at the boy who he had just subconsciously categorized as someone who "might need to be mindful of his girlfriend's feelings."

Just then, the boy opened his eyes, glanced at the bill, and took money out of his pocket.

"Here, one hundred."

The young man mechanically took the money, his fingers gripping the banknote, feeling its heat.

He couldn't help but glance quickly at the silver-haired girl again.

He's the one who manages the money in my family.

These seven simple words were automatically translated, expanded, bolded, and echoed in his mind:

He held the reins of their finances.

Who makes the decisions at home? Him.

How can someone manage a girl like that, and also control her money? That requires immense trust, a very secure position, and... truly amazing skills.

He walked back to the cashier with the money in his hand, almost as if he were walking on the same foot as his hand.

Silently watching the man and woman walk away hand in hand.

"Sigh..." The waiter sighed deeply, feeling that tonight's night shift was particularly difficult.

Don't bother comforting me, it's no use.

It's not that I'm not feeling motivated right now...

My heart just shattered!

The streetlights stood alone, and only fallen leaves drifted down the road. Song Che stuffed the six yuan change back into his pocket and led Xia Li to wait for the bus at the intersection.

"Here, this is for you." Song Che handed the Q-shaped sunflower to Xia Li. "The uncle who was driving gave it to you. He said sunflower seeds are delicious because they always face the sun, their hearts are warm, and the seeds are warm too."

Song Che paused for a moment, then added, "When you can't see the stars, the moon is still there. When you can't see the moon, it means the sun is about to rise. The sun rises every day; it never hates anyone."

……

Bruce's flowers have all withered, and the stupid two-legged creature's foraging efficiency is always low. If it doesn't come to offer food soon, it'll throw a tantrum... Let's test the waters with a minor illness costing three thousand dollars.

creak-

The door opened.

The two-legged creature had no prey, but Bruce was used to it; hunting was something that couldn't be rushed. He'd rather go hungry for a while and just pick up some trash to eat.

Bruce wagged its tail and rubbed against Song Che's trouser leg. It wasn't a stingy cat; it had to greet its owner with the highest level of courtesy.

"Okay Bruce, I'll go get you some cat food."

Song Che's voice was relaxed as he yawned. He put out cat food for Bruce and then turned to go to the bedroom.

He lived in one bedroom, and the other was empty but not cleaned much, filled with clutter and books.

He took a blanket from the bed and came to the living room, where Xia Li, leaning on her crutches, stood quietly in the center.

"The bed in the bedroom is made up, and there's a blanket on it. You can sleep wherever you like. I'm tired, so I'll sleep in the living room."

Song Che hugged the blanket and collapsed onto the small sofa.

He was unusually sleepy today. This symptom started after he saw the label. Every time he saw it, he would feel a little tired. Coupled with the memories constantly flooding his mind, Song Che's head was in a mess, and he was almost rambling incoherently.

I hope Your Highness won't get completely destroyed by the blanket while you're sleeping.

Song Che had no time to dwell on it and soon fell fast asleep, not even having time to see the few messages that popped up on his phone.

Xia Li, leaning on her cane, moved gently over. Her mood was like a ball of yarn that had been tangled up by a cat. The grilled fish was delicious, the pajamas were warm, and meeting Song Che was lucky, but she couldn't feel happy.

She still had things to ask him, at least... at least he could tell her how to accept commissions, make money, and then go to sleep...

She pursed her lips, ultimately deciding not to wake him. Suddenly remembering the light was still on, Xia Li found the switch, and with a soft click, the living room fell into darkness. Using the faint light filtering in from the window, she groped her way to the bedroom.

The bedroom curtains were not drawn. Tonight was different from usual; the stars were in full bloom in the sky. Xia Li did not lie down, but instead sat on the edge of the bed, holding the sunflower, quietly facing the window.

The witch is an immortal being. A hundred years after Song Che's death, the castle is empty and silent. She thought that with powerful magic she could get everything, but she found that no one liked the silver-haired witch.

Song Che had told her that the world hated her not because she was bad, but quite the opposite, because her magical talent was too good, her appearance was too good, everything about her was too good, so good that she was unlike any other of her kind, so good that they were afraid of her. Therefore, the jealousy of the jealous witch was not that Xia Li was jealous of others, but that she was born to be envied.

God opens one window for you, then closes another; besides her magical talent, she had nothing.

Xia Li didn't understand what jealousy was. If she was so good, why wasn't she liked?

She gazed at the starry sky, and suddenly felt a pang of sadness, but she subconsciously suppressed it, her face returning to a quiet blankness.

The stars twinkled, but she couldn't find the blue one.

My gaze drifted down and fell upon the silly-looking sunflower in my hand.

Xia Li held it up to her eyes and gently poked its face with her finger.

The sunflower swayed its head in response to her movements, its smiling face always fixed on her.

One hundred years of solitude, never a smile.

Xia Li wasn't incapable of laughing; rather, she was never with anyone, so even if she laughed, no one would see it. Over time, she forgot what "laughter" meant.

"..."

The sunflower swayed back and forth, seemingly smiling at her. Looking at that憨憨 (simple and honest) smiling face, she unconsciously smiled back at the sunflower.

If there were a mirror right now, Xia Li would definitely see how beautiful the witch princess's smile is when she takes off her armor. Her lips curve into a smile, and her blue eyes shine like gemstones under the moonlight.

Xia Li dislikes someone.

A century of solitude has been enough.