My wife is a witch princess

Chapter 16 Xia Li Doesn't Want to Be Self-Reliant

Jiang Shuo: =͟͟͞͞(꒪ᗜ꒪‧̣̥̇)

Xia Li: (⋟﹏⋞)

Song Che: ……

The stillness lasted for a full two minutes until the dog owner burst into tears, pulling the three of them back to reality.

There was a commotion in front of the cake shop. The front desk staff and service personnel all rushed out to check if anyone was injured. The area was completely blocked by people who had come to watch the spectacle. When they saw the dead teddy bear, some people left dejectedly, while others sighed with regret.

Following Jiang Shuo's steps, the signboard would fall precisely when he reached the cake shop entrance. The exact position might be slightly off, but it would definitely hit him.

Fear, lingering fear, a deep-seated tremor.

Jiang Shuo's lips trembled, his calves and arms shook uncontrollably, his throat was choked and his voice was hoarse, "...Brother Che."

After thinking for a moment, he spoke, "...Father!"

Song Che: "You fucking cried?"

"...Daddy Che, I was wrong, I'll never run a red light again in my life." He clung to Song Che's arm, tears streaming down his face. "I almost...would never see my sister again! I fucking love you to death!"

"Don't get too close to me, it's disgusting." Song Che looked at the snot on his arm with disgust. "I really want to kick you over there. Also... don't call me dad, why are you being so whiny?"

"Brother Che~"

"roll."

"Okay."

Jiang Shuo wiped away his tears. He had just thought about how his parents and sister would be heartbroken if he died or had his leg broken and was lying in the emergency room. He wouldn't even be able to take the college entrance exam, and his life would be over.

Today is my sister's birthday, but we couldn't buy a cake, and her brother died... How much psychological damage will this cause her?

The younger sister may spend the rest of her life believing that her birthday caused her brother's death.

Jiang Shuo looked dejected, not daring to think about what would have happened if Song Che hadn't called him back. He was now filled with the joy of surviving a disaster and some indescribable feelings, as if it were... fate!

He just wanted to hug Song Che and give him a big kiss.

He'll just get kicked away by Che Ge.

He is not afraid.

"Brother~"

"Get out of here, stop looking like a sissy."

"Okay, bro."

Jiang Shuo put aside his thoughts for the moment and instead asked, "Can I cross the green light with you?"

Song Che: ……

Even the formal "you" has appeared.

Song Che ignored him and led Xia Li across the street.

"Brother, do you think I can still buy a cake today?"

Song Che glanced at the top of his head; the label hadn't changed—it was still the typical sub-health condition common among high school students.

"Go back and do less derivative work; it's better for your health. If you can't derive it, don't bother; go do integrals instead."

"Okay." Jiang Shuo didn't care about Song Che's teasing at all, and just followed behind him, completely treating him as a savior. "Brother, I really won't run red lights anymore. Obeying traffic rules is too important."

What's the point of telling me this? Go find a police officer and confess!

Song Che looked away and focused on the surrounding vehicles. Sometimes, not running a red light doesn't mean you're safe, because others might. It's always good to be careful.

"You're a good kid for not causing trouble. Go buy a cake, your sister's waiting for it." Song Che paused, "Let's go to another cake shop, or order online. Online shopping is so convenient."

"Okay."

Jiang Shuo nodded repeatedly, his gaze lingering for a moment on the silver-haired girl holding the broom, but he didn't say anything. He just kept thanking Song Che for his brilliant strategy. He seized the moment when Song Che was annoyed, and without saying anything more, he went to another cake shop to buy a cake.

After he left.

The memories that had been buried deep in Song Che's mind slowly surfaced. This guy was a siscon. He always talked about his sister, but he was incredibly stubborn. He insisted that he liked mature women and wasn't interested in the younger sister type. In reality, his phone wallpapers were all pictures of little lolis, each one at least ten years old. If it was serious, he'd get shot.

However, he is a good person and is considered one of Song Che's better friends. Jiang Shuo's grades are similar to Song Che's. Both of them accidentally fell into the threshold of 211 universities and are at the middle level in the "transition class" of Nanhui No.1 Middle School. He knows how to behave properly, talks a lot, but is very comfortable to get along with and never deliberately makes people feel disgusted.

"...Song Che, did you realize that the sign would fall off?"

Xia Li felt that this was a bit of a coincidence. Song Che said last time that after the Republic of China, it was not allowed for spirits to become sentient. This time, he suddenly called someone back from the road to avoid being hit on the head by a sign. How dare he say that he doesn't know magic?

"No, I just don't want him to run a red light."

"……oh."

...I don't want to tell you.

Xia Li lowered her eyes and hugged the lavender broom tightly. When she got back, she would definitely study the magic of this world. According to the current information, magic definitely existed, but its manifestations and triggering spells were different.

The poles glow, allowing letters to be delivered without owls; the metal boxes can run around freely without Pegasus; and everyone carries a small cube filled with money.

Xia Li has an idea to make money.

Go back and research the Split Potion, soak the small cubes in it and boil them. As for the experimental materials... Song Che won't mind making a little more money.

"Xia Li!" Song Che suddenly called out seriously.

"Um?"

Xia Li turned her head to the side, wondering why Song Che was calling her. She was originally considering whether to use a lizard tail or a dragon scale as the first step in making the split potion, but now she was even more uncertain.

"The Witch Princess" "Mobile Potion Making Project"

Song Che's tone was serious as he looked down at Xia Li. "Your Highness, I think... you should go to school. Never mind, I'll teach you when we get back. One hour every day. I'll teach you some basic science. Before you understand, don't do anything related to potions or magic. You should also understand that the production of unknown potions... carries risks such as explosions and corrosion. An explosion is different from twisting your ankle; it can kill you."

"..."

...He must have mind-reading magic.

Xia Li looked up at Song Che with her little face raised, thinking to herself.

I knew you could read minds... Now you know I knew you could read minds, you little rascal!

Her face was expressionless, but she gave off a stubborn feeling. The time was not yet ripe, and the witch princess needed to submit for the time being.

Song Che had no idea what Xia Li was up to this time, and stood at attention with an attitude of "I won't leave unless you hit me".

You're insane!

"I'm going back to cook. Are you coming or not?"

"Walk."

……

creak-

Song Che slammed open the iron gate, stepped over the threshold, and turned around to stop the door from bouncing back towards Xia Li, only to find that Xia Li was standing still like a Buddha, with her lavender broom propped up on the ground.

"Do you need any help?"

"...My legs are numb."

"It's good that your legs are numb. I told you not to stay home and not to run around this afternoon. I'll go buy some sheets and blankets myself." Song Che put down the shopping bags and went to help Xia Li. "Give me the broom too, I'll return it to you when we get home."

Xia Li shook her head.

"...There's something poking my foot."

Xia Li lifted her toes, and a gold coin jingled as it fell to the ground. The coin was covered in dirt, but the word "Hit" was still faintly visible. Apart from that, there was no other decoration.

"...It's the money I lost last time."

"Last time?"

"...I lost it by accident while climbing over the iron gate." Xia Li adjusted her tone and said in the voice of a witch, "Here, take this gold coin as my expenses for staying here. Once my leg is better, I will support myself and will no longer trouble you."

Your Highness can have children whenever you want. Wait until you're starving to death, then see if you'll still have any more.

"Okay, leave it with me for now. Once you run out of money, you'll have to fend for yourself."

Xia Li's face was icy cold, and her eyes were sullen. She stepped over the threshold, thought about her only skill—washing dishes, and then looked at Song Che. He was carrying shopping bags and a broom on his back, walking ahead without even turning his head.

He really needs to make himself self-reliant.

Xia Li's lips curved slightly downwards, her brows and eyes lowered.

...I was just saying, I'm not ready yet.