SLWP Chapter 14

Ji Chunxiao has been in a great mood recently. After making up with his wife, he feels as if the whole world has become more beautiful—even the math problems he could never solve now seem less daunting.

Of course, the only thing marring this perfect picture is Song Ming.

Ji knows Chen Xu wouldn’t be interested in Song Ming, but he can’t help feeling a bit sour when he thinks about his wife having a good impression of that guy.

Little Ji is jealous, but Little Ji won’t say it.

Instead, he subtly asserts his rights in front of Song Ming with stealthy affectionate gestures, like holding his wife’s hand or stroking her hair.

Or, when Chen Xu isn’t around, he coldly warns Song Ming, pointing at Chen Xu, “See that? Stay away, he’s my wife.”

Song Ming just smiles slightly, not stooping to argue with a childish schoolboy.

But as Ji Chunxiao turns around, he finds his wife standing right behind him.

Master Ji immediately lowers his head to admit his fault, “I didn’t really do anything to him, I just said a few…”

But Chen Xu’s attention is caught by something else.

He asks, “Ji Chunxiao, what did you say I am to you?”

“…Nothing.”

“Oh, did I hear wrong? You just said—wife, right?”

Master Ji’s face turns red again.

Although Ji Chunxiao internally, in his mind and even in his diary calls Chen Xu his wife. He has never said it out loud in front of Chen Xu, as if his mouth refuses to cooperate.

Master Ji would never admit that it’s because Chen Xu doesn’t call him husband.

“Cough, what… wife, no such thing.”

Ji Chunxiao drapes an arm over Chen Xu’s shoulders and rubs his cheek, awkwardly changing the subject, “It’s Friday today, come to my place after school, I’ll cook for you.”

Chen Xu, seemingly distracted by the change of topic, smiles and nods, “Sure, I’d love some sweet and sour ribs.”

“Good, I just learned how to make them from Chef Li recently, you’ll definitely like it.”

Chatting, they walk towards their dormitory. Just before reaching their door, Chen Xu smiles and squints his eyes slightly. He pushes open the door and then glances back at Ji Chunxiao, “By the way, thanks, husband.”

After saying that, he swiftly closes the door.

Leaving Ji Chunxiao stunned in the hallway for a few seconds before he quickly comes to his senses and pushes the door open.

Chen Xu, soft-hearted, can’t bear to actually lock him out and lets him in within two minutes.

Then he gets a thorough “lesson” from the “wolf” he invited in.

The neatly made bed from the morning becomes messy, lips moist and slightly parted, breathing uneven.

Ji Chunxiao, restraining the urge to kiss his wife again, pinches Chen Xu’s cheek, “…Say it again.”

Chen Xu doesn’t respond, so he starts bargaining, “How about adding squirrel-shaped mandarin fish tonight?”

“Lily and mung bean soup? Rose bean paste cake?”

Chen Xu can’t help but laugh, not having the heart to tease Little Ji anymore.

He has indulged and accommodated Ji Chunxiao for five years; some habits will never change, even after breaking up and getting back together. In these little things, he’s still willing to indulge Master Ji.

“Husband, husband, husband, husband…”

Chen Xu wraps his arms around Ji Chunxiao’s neck, repeating it many times in his ear, watching as Ji Chunxiao’s ears slowly turn red from the roots to the tips.

Kneeling beside the bed, Master Ji’s heart beats fast. He buries his hot cheek in Chen Xu’s neck, rubbing against it, and after a long time, awkwardly mutters a soft, “…Thanks, wife.”

After school, the two head to Ji Chunxiao’s house together.

In this life, Ji Chunxiao is well-prepared, talking about Chen Xu so often that his parents have a good impression of him and welcome him over.

While Ji Chunxiao is cooking, Chen Xu chats with Ji’s mother in the living room. Ji’s mother, excited, even pulls out old albums of young Master Ji.

Chen Xu flips through them, thinking that coming out this life shouldn’t be too hard. This time, he’s determined to face it together with Ji Chunxiao, not letting him bear it alone.

The dinner table is filled with a variety of exquisite dishes.

Chen Xu taps Ji Chunxiao under the table, asking softly, “Did you make all this?”

“How could I?” Ji Chunxiao glances at him, explaining, “Only the dishes in front of you are made by me.”

Master Ji lowers his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling, “I only know how to make what you love to eat.”

His apparent grievance belies a call for credit, a tactic learned from who knows where, making his wife feel a wave of tenderness.

Chen Xu immediately picks up some food for Ji Chunxiao with his chopsticks.

The quick-witted Master Ji sits up straight and reciprocates with two pieces of rib.

Chen Xu: ?

Picks three shrimps.

Ji Chunxiao: Four slices of loin.

…

After several rounds, they haven’t eaten a single bite yet, but their plates are piled up like little mountains.

They put down their chopsticks, look at each other, and burst into laughter simultaneously.

Since Chen Xu’s parents are always busy with business, leaving him alone at home, Ji Chunxiao happily brings his wife home every weekend after they make up.

Despite having a whole floor of guest rooms in the villa, he insists on staying in the same room with Chen Xu.

After showering, the same scent of body wash lingers on them both, making Ji Chunxiao think it’s like Chen Xu is enveloped in his scent.

Who could resist cuddling such a sweet-smelling treasure of a wife?

Certainly not him.

After turning him over and kissing him thoroughly, and wanting to continue, his hand is ruthlessly pulled away by Chen Xu.

“…Wife?”

Chen Xu points at himself, “I’m a high school student right now.”

Then points at Ji Chunxiao, “You’re also a high school student.”

“So, I don’t need to say more about what we can’t do, right?”

Ji Chunxiao: …

He had forgotten about that!

Master Ji, who could have been freely enjoying “meat” and indeed had been for several years, can only sullenly pack away those thoughts.

Seeing his aggrieved look makes Chen Xu want to laugh. Adjusting his position on the bed, he leans back against the headboard but feels something under the pillow.

A diary?

He has some recollection—it looks just like the one Ji Chunxiao used for five years, only newer.

Ji Chunxiao had just used this diary. While Chen Xu was showering, he had bitten the pen cap and left a scribbled note:

“July 24: Today my wife called me husband voluntarily. He’s so good, I love him so much.”

These are words he would absolutely never dare say to Chen Xu, but he knows Chen Xu would be happy to read them.

After hesitating for a moment, Ji Chunxiao grandly gestures, “You can take a look.”

Then turns his back to Chen Xu with flushed ears.

Being able to let his wife read his diary is the greatest extent of openness the tsundere Master Ji can achieve.

With his approval, Chen Xu naturally doesn’t hold back, casually flipping through a few pages. The diary is newly started and doesn’t have much content. He quickly notices a strange term:

Chen Xu’s Three Laws?

What is that? What laws?

Puzzled, Chen Xu pokes the person facing away from him, “Ji Chunxiao.”

“Here, wife.” Little Ji obediently turns around, “What’s up?”

There shouldn’t be anything off in his diary.

“I’m asking you, what are—Chen Xu’s Three Laws?”

Ji Chunxiao doesn’t need to think—the laws immediately come to mind. He stiffens, wraps his arms around his wife, rubbing against him, using flattery to mask his nervousness,

“Wife, Chen Xu’s Three Laws are—”

“First Law: I love Chen Xu very much.”

“Second Law: I am Chen Xu’s whipped dog.”

“Third Law: I will always be by Chen Xu’s side, you can’t chase me away.”

Chen Xu is amused by his response, and the two embrace, tossing the diary aside, no longer caring about any whipped dog laws.

In their tender kisses, a dense and enduring love spreads, entangling them together.

Being in love is indeed an important objective rule in their world.

Ji Chunxiao and Chen Xu will always love each other—that is the unchanging law that will forever apply.

___End___

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Main story ends here, but the extra will be coming in tomorrow~