My Wife Is The Final Boss

She always said her mother was the most beautiful, best girl in the world. But when such a girl truly appeared before her eyes, she began to think... An unruly child like herself was not qualified to have such a wonderful mother.

She was just a little troublemaker who brought displeasure to everyone, an arrogant and unlikeable little girl.

Someone like her naturally dared not look at Yun Qian.

"After all, she's Ms. Zhu's child. How is she as uncertain as those little girls in the Flower Moon Building?"

Liu Qingluo shook her head. She didn't know what Gu Qiancheng was thinking, but she said seriously in her ear, "Find the courage. This opportunity to speak with Ms. Yun doesn't come easily for you, does it?"

"I..." Gu Qiancheng wanted to say something, but was met with Liu Qingluo's sorrowful eyes. It was as if she was suddenly doused with cold water: "Sister Liu, you..."

"It's nothing." Liu Qingluo perked up and said with a smile, "Having the courage to get close to the one you like, such a beautiful thing is not for everyone."

In this world, many have courage but lack even the opportunity.

"Sister..." Gu Qiancheng looked at her in a daze, and her retreating emotions gradually faded away. She whispered, "Sister Liu, although you aren't as pretty as Ms. Yun, being my Second Lady wouldn't be impossible."

"..." Liu Qingluo's eyelids twitched slightly. She stood up and gently pushed her: "Go on."

"Okay."

Gu Qiancheng, fully encouraged, walked up to Xu Chang'an and Yun Qian, with a shy afterglow still lingering on her face. She avoided Yun Qian's gaze and spoke to Xu Chang'an: "M-Mr. Xu, you're a good person."

"I'm naturally a good person." Xu Chang'an nodded.

Yun Qian blinked beside them.

This little girl was not causing trouble but instead was praising her husband... Thus, Yun Qian's impression of her temporarily improved.

As long as you praise Xu Chang'an, you're a good person too.

Gu Qiancheng gathered her courage and seriously said, "Ms. Yun... I-I want to have a chat with you, about anything."

"Alright." Yun Qian replied, then looked to the side... at Xu Chang'an, who was acting detached.

Although Xu Chang'an had previously reminded her not to ignore Gu Qiancheng too much and to talk with her if possible, now that Gu Qiancheng had gathered her courage, the trouble had come to Yun Qian.

What should she say now?

Seeing Yun Qian's perplexed gaze, Xu Chang'an ignored it all. He was just enjoying the moment's atmosphere.

He imagined that if Miss Yun truly had a daughter in the future, their relationship as a family of three should be like this.

Miss Yun certainly wouldn't know how to interact with her daughter either, and he'd definitely end up raising the child.

"..."

Seeing that her husband couldn't help her, Yun Qian recalled something.

[——Just talk?]

[——Why not give her a pat on the head, that counts as getting close.]

She found an answer. Xu Chang'an had told her early on.

Yun Qian looked at the restless Gu Qiancheng, raised her hand, and patted her head.

"...Ah." Upon seeing Yun Qian's action, Xu Chang'an realized something.

He had previously suggested it offhand; he hadn't expected Gu Qiancheng's unruly temperament to allow such intimate actions like head patting. Didn't even Liu Qingluo merely wipe her cheek when comforting Gu Qiancheng?

But for someone as timid as Gu Qiancheng, it was a different matter.

"..." Liu Qingluo stood quietly to the side; she knew something of Gu Qiancheng's thoughts.

Then, being patted on the head by her mother—what level was this in Gu Qiancheng's mind?

She looked and instantly understood.

Gu Qiancheng's little face regained a vast area of redness, her legs softened slightly, and she sat on the ground, her beautiful big eyes... devoid of any rationality.

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The dark clouds were heavy, the cold rain was thick, and the Daoist nun responsible for guiding the Cloud Boat stood on the cliff edge, feeling uneasy.

Perhaps it was because she just received a monk from an unknown place?

As a female crown who renounced the world, she had no good feelings towards monks.

This season's weather was mostly stable, but occasionally exceptions occurred, like now with dense clouds covering a hundred miles around, thunder rumbling, the atmosphere stifling.

Fortunately, the Chaoyun Sect was built above the Cloud Sea, so the ordinary rainwater and rain clouds were beneath her feet in the cloud layer.

"Boom—"

The Daoist nun looked down the cliff, only to see flashes of lightning resounding in the cloud layer, illuminating it like daylight.

Rain fell to the world.

She tilted her head, wondering how an ordinary disciple would descend the mountain in such a thunderstorm...

After thinking it over, she checked the weather changes meticulously, altered course, and chose a route that would avoid the thunderclouds, ensuring the Cloud Boat's safe passage to the Lower Realm.

This was her job.

After completing it, the Daoist nun stretched lazily, ready to head back to rest in the small temple. But after turning around, she heard a faint bell ringing, which made her tremble and look over.

Indeed, it was that unruly person.

"This little troublemaker." The Daoist nun stared at Gu Qiancheng in the distance with gritted teeth.

She realized now why her mind felt so uneasy; it was that little ancestor causing trouble again.

"Dead girl, you ruined my Cloud Boat."

Meticulous all year, she hadn't wrecked a single Cloud Boat in the thunderstorm, but Gu Qiancheng added a blemish to her record at year's end...

She actually played with a bell on the Cloud Boat?

That was the Hehuan Bell.

Wrecked her Cloud Boat yet blamed the poor quality of the Cloud Boat she'd made herself.

Thinking of the dead girl's face made her grit her teeth in anger.

If it wasn't for Gu Qiancheng being backed by the entire Muyu Peak, the entire Tripod Heart Peak, and that unrestrained Ms. Zhu, she'd spank her thoroughly over her knee.

Well, she feared Ms. Zhu most, not others.

When this woman goes wild, she doesn't care whether you're fond of maiden girls, grabbing you everywhere. Even now, recalling it makes her uncomfortable.

"Forget it." The Daoist nun shook her head, thinking that she couldn't afford trouble with the little ancestor but could avoid it; she'd give her a shoddy Cloud Boat to play with later, let her wreak all she wanted.

"..."

Wait.

Something seemed off?

She had been preoccupied with guarding against the Hehuan Bell; were there others beside?

The Daoist nun went upstairs, peering through the window, and upon seeing, her pretty eyes widened.

What did she see?

Gu Qiancheng blushing red, hands behind her back, on tiptoe talking to a youth slightly older than her...

Almost had "I like you" written all over her face.

Well.

Was this truly the unruly little ancestor?

The sun must have risen in the west?

The Daoist nun was about to look closely, but as she finally focused her gaze, a loud bell sound echoed, shaking her Spirit Platform.

Was a minor peep enough to trigger the Hehuan Bell's protective mechanism...

But, poetic feelings always dwell in a girl; perhaps this really was important?

After calculating the age, she thought Gu'Er had reached the age of romantic awakening.

She took a deep breath, feeling excited.

Curious what kind of youth could tame the dead girl?

A fleeting glance revealed only a glimpse of the back, seeming young...

Could it be Sikong Jing?

But if Sikong Jing wanted to descend the mountain, there'd be no need to come this way via the Guiding Cloud Boat...

Regardless, she'd know soon.

Thinking that someone was managing the little troublemaker, she felt relaxed.

No.

She decided that once the youth arrived, she'd hold him up for a while and talk about Gu Qiancheng's merits.

Don't get her wrong, she wouldn't be saying bad things but praising.

To have someone managing the girl was a great blessing.

Of course, she needed to help Ms. Zhu evaluate what kind youth, for if matched poorly, she might gloat, but Ms. Zhu, who trusted her watching over the girl… would come calling her out.

Best if it were a playboy, then the girl would also taste the world's dangers.