My wife is a witch princess

Chapter 142 Beginning

Song Che kept a few steps away from her and tentatively asked, "Can you understand what I'm saying, or can't you even understand anything?"

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The wicked woman tilted her head and looked at him, then nodded.

She tried to speak, but couldn't utter a word. Finally, she stood there, seemingly sulking, and a hoarse voice came out again, "—Idiot."

After saying that, he raised his hand and summoned the magic book downstairs back into his hand, pointed at it, and then pointed at himself.

Song Che was starting to understand.

What she meant was that she had used forbidden magic, and the side effects of the magic had rendered her unable to speak.

As long as you can understand what people are saying, that's fine.

If we can't communicate directly, we can write instead. This woman doesn't seem to have any ill intentions. Let's talk to her, find out what she wants, and also find out what's wrong with this world.

Song Che had a lot of questions to ask her.

He said, "How about we go downstairs, I'll get some paper and pen, and you can write this down—you should agree to that, right?"

The woman nodded.

But something seemed off about her; Song Che could clearly sense a change in her aura.

As an ordinary person, Song Che could not sense the so-called aura, but the aura emanating from this woman carried magical fluctuations and subtle physical effects. Every time she took a step closer to Song Che, he could feel the air around him becoming viscous.

In the blink of an eye, the wicked woman appeared before Song Che, looking very excited.

Song Che took a half step back, frowning, and asked, "What are you trying to say?"

Unable to figure out her intentions, Song Che took another half step back, but behind him was the rooftop wall. Song Che leaned against the wall with nowhere to retreat until she pressed her face against the wall, making him unable to move.

While Song Che was still in a daze, he saw the wicked woman reach out her hands and forcefully cup his face, distorting Song Che's mouth.

"Let me tell you, I'm actually pretty good at fighting. We agreed to go downstairs first—what are you going to do?" Song Che tried to struggle, but he couldn't withstand the other person's strength. His hands and feet were bound by magic and he was pinned to the wall. The wicked woman's face came closer, accompanied by a cloud of mist, and approached Song Che's face.

Song Che was on the verge of tears. Why did he feel like this wicked woman was going to rape him?

"I'm warning you, I'm a married man. Don't do this. I'm not a casual person." Song Che turned his head to the side. "If you want to do something improper, I'll never agree to it, even if it kills me."

Song Che had just turned his head away when she scooped him up and brought him back.

This time the action was more obvious.

This wicked woman is clearly after him.

Song Che doesn't actually object to kissing, but this is something he's doing with Xia Li. What's the point of doing it with this random woman?

Unfortunately, while the idea was firm, reality was cruel.

He was as weak as a chicken, and his mouth was bitten by a bad woman.

After finishing the meal, she seemed satisfied, let go of Song Che, and pointed to the stairs, indicating for him to go down.

Song Che was too lazy to argue with her.

Natural selection, survival of the fittest.

We have to bear with this for now, and we can't let Xia Li know.

This is a dream.

Yes, it was just a dream, and dreams don't count.

Song Che sat on the small sofa, the bad woman sat opposite him, and there were a few pieces of paper and a pen on the table in the middle.

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The wicked woman tried to get closer, intending to do something improper, but Song Che immediately stopped her sternly, forbidding her from hugging and kissing him indiscriminately.

Song Che was actually very unhappy; he was not happy at all about being bitten.

For some inexplicable reason, I feel that bad women are a bit thirsty—just like those who are sexually repressed. Could it be that they've been in this world for too long?

Are you really feeling repressed?

Song Che shook his head, his voice becoming serious. Although the other party was very strong, he did not want to make any more fundamental mistakes.

A serious tone really worked. Seeing that Song Che was truly angry, the wicked woman slowly sat back down opposite him, waiting for him to ask her a question. She placed her hands on her knees and sat up straight.

Song Che sat up straighter. "Hello, you can call me Song Che. What's your name?"

Tick, tick.

Time is still flying by.

The wicked woman picked up a pen and started scribbling on the paper.

Finally, it was passed on to Song Che.

[I am Xia Li.]

"Oh, Xia Li, you are—"

"Wait a minute, you're fucking saying you're Xia Li?!"

The wicked woman tilted her head, looking puzzled, but she nodded and continued writing, "I miss you."

Song Che's mind went blank as if struck by lightning. Everything became chaotic. If she was Xia Li—then the current Xia Li was—no, then Xia Li in this world—no, no.

She can't be Xia Li.

It can't be Xia Li.

Song Che's mind was in a mess, and many thoughts were racing through his mind, but he felt a pang of heartache every time he sorted them out.

This is the future, this is Xia Li.

In the future, she will still be alone.

This is their future.

Song Che paused briefly, then quickened his pace, "Do you know Tao Xiang and Tao Yao?"

The wicked woman tilted her head again, then lowered her head to write.

Who are they?

"How could you not know them?" Song Che's face tightened. "You're not Xia Li. Xia Li definitely knows Tao Xiang and Tao Yao."

Upon hearing this, the wicked woman seemed somewhat anxious. She kept shaking her head and writing on the paper.

[I really am Xia Li, I miss you so much, I really don't know Tao Yao and Tao Xiang.]

"The Fox King?" Song Che prompted.

The bad woman still doesn't know.

She stood frozen in her seat, gripping the pen tightly in her hand.

Song Che, standing in front of her, actually denied that she was Xia Li.

She was heartbroken. She touched her face, and the mist swirled around her like a vortex. The wicked woman hesitated, staring at Song Che for a long time without making a move.

Song Che was also looking at her.

Tick, tick.

The fog on the wicked woman's face slowly dissipated, revealing a beautiful face beneath, but with numerous scars. The scars were not deep, but the marks they left were very clear.

Tick, tick.

The wicked woman looked at Song Che and suddenly became anxious, reaching out to grab him.

However, she missed.

Song Che just disappeared from her sight so abruptly.

In an instant, she unleashed an unprecedented aura. She leaped out of the window in two steps, soaring into the air. Visible magical probes covered the ground, but after a long while, she lost her focus and fell.

Song Che has disappeared!

She knelt on the ground like a weak child, looking around as her fingers trembled. She took out the forbidden magic book from her bosom and hurriedly flipped through it.

Contract Demon.

A contract was clearly displayed on it.

[Wait until the end of the world, and you will see Song Che again.]

She didn't know what the end of the world was, so she could only wait, time after time, for decades, centuries, millennia, witnessing countless changes until she became numb, until she no longer knew how long she had waited.

Until her last desperate return to that small house, she went to the rooftop and was surprised to find that Song Che was really there.

But Song Che didn't seem to recognize her.

She understood. She wasn't in a hurry. Song Che couldn't see her in her current state, but if she gave him some time, he would definitely recognize her.

Song Che is still the same Song Che. She looks very serious, but she has a lot of hidden thoughts in her heart. Just like before, she calls her an idiot.

She was very happy.

The wait has finally come to an end, just as a hill eventually becomes a mountain.

However, why did Song Che mention two names she didn't know?

Why did he leave again?

She continued flipping through the magic book absentmindedly, page by page.

Find the page with the magic that can help you find people.

She remembered Song Che's scent, and as long as she used magic, she could find him by following the path of his scent.

She has no regard for the consequences.

Any kind of magic will do, as long as we can grasp this tiny glimmer of hope.

Song Che's appearance was her last source of emotional support.

If I lose him.

She will lose all means to fight against the long void; she will immediately collapse and fall into the void, for time has worn her down beyond recognition.

She no longer cared about anything, and had nothing left to lose. This world was nothingness. If she hadn't done everything in her power to maintain this temporary city with magic, it would have turned to dust long ago.

next moment.

Everything here turned to dust, stone slabs and tall buildings crumbled and vanished inch by inch. From her center, everything fell into desolation, and the smoke and dust spread out like ripples on water, enveloping the entire world.

She withdrew all her magic and returned to her strongest state.

Within the smoke and dust, light flashed and tore, the immense energy causing the smoke and dust to swirl even more violently.

Tick, tick.

The smoke and dust shrouded the world in a veil, lingering for a very long time—so long that even the sun in the sky dimmed—before returning to the ground, and everything here had vanished.

On the desolate ground, there was only one magic door.

There was nothing else besides that.

There was a phantom shadow flickering at the magic gate.

The shadow was tapping two children on the head, holding a piece of paper with something written on it.

From now on, your name will be Tao Xiang, and your name will be Tao Yao. If you dare to resist, I'll beat you to death.

"Xia Li, Xia Li, where are you?" Song Che got out of bed, quickly walked out of the bedroom, and looked towards the kitchen and the bedroom across the street.

A delicious aroma wafted from the kitchen.

Xia Li is making breakfast.

"Xia Li." Song Che walked over and called Xia Li several times, but he only called her name and stood beside her somewhat absentmindedly.

"What's wrong?" Xia Li tilted her head, looking exactly like a wicked woman. "Are you hungry? I'll be done soon."

"No, I'm not hungry." Song Che hugged Xia Li tightly, his heart aching, and he said haltingly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Xia Li."

"You—did something to betray me?" Xia Li was bewildered, the spatula in her hand held in mid-air, while her other hand gently wrapped around Song Che's waist. "Why should I apologize? I don't remember you doing anything wrong."

"I—" Song Che realized he had lost his composure. Xia Li knew nothing at the moment, and he couldn't suddenly say something strange without explaining himself.

He released Xia Li. "It's just—I had a nightmare."

He was thinking about how to explain it to Xia Li.

He said he met his future love in a dream?

Is that her really Xia Li?

Song Che felt that she and Xia Li were similar, but why didn't she know Tao Yao and Tao Xiang? Xia Li would never forget anything or anyone.

It sounds a bit unreal and far-fetched, would Xia Li believe it?

Song Che hadn't thought of what to say because he himself wasn't clear about it, but he felt he had to talk to Xia Li about it.

He paused, then said, "Xia Li, if I told you that I met your future self in a dream, and that you—is actually the wicked woman who's been causing us trouble, would you—believe me?"

Xia Li paused for a moment, then pondered, and finally nodded. "I don't think you're lying, but I don't understand. I can't find a connection between these things."

"—Yes, I just had another nightmare, just like before, but I don't think it was a dream, it felt so real."

Xia Li put down the spatula, looked at Song Che, and said seriously, "Are you thinking again about what to do in the future? What if you die first and leave me here?"

"Is it obvious?" Song Che said helplessly.

"Hmm, obviously, you're worried about this again." Xia Li scooped the contents of the pot out. "Actually, the potion can grant immortality, but I need time to research it. I can make Uncle and Aunt, you and Bruce, Tao Xiang and Tao Yao live a long time together, but I need time."

Xia Li felt that she had the ability.

"That's not what I meant. I'm not afraid to die."

"Then what are you worried about?"

"I----"

Xia Li looked at him and said, "If you're scared, I'll commit suicide with you when you die. That's what people say online."

"No, that's all nonsense," Song Che hurriedly said.

"—But I think what they said makes a lot of sense." Xia Li put the breakfast on the table. "I don't like living a long time. Living too long makes me uncomfortable. I've experienced this before. Living alone is very uncomfortable, but I've discovered something that can solve this problem."

"What is it?"

"I've found that I don't feel sad when you're by my side," Xia Li said earnestly. "You know, living alone for a hundred years is not as good as living with someone you love for a few months. What's the point of living a long life if you're not happy?"

"Living a long time is possible—" Song Che wanted to list some examples to refute Xia Li, but he hesitated for a moment, "Living a long time is possible—"

You can experience a lot of things, eat lots of delicious food, play with lots of new gadgets, and also—”

"I feel like I've experienced a lot, but experiencing it alone is different from experiencing it with someone else." Xia Li sat down. "I feel like living alone is a punishment. If I were like you, you wouldn't always worry about what will happen to me in the future. We could do a lot of things together during this time, only caring about what we need to do now. And in the end, we could become old people supporting each other, without any regrets."

Song Che didn't know what to say.

He has no right to say anything. This is Xia Li's right. She could have lived a long time and done more, but in her current state, this stubborn idiot might actually commit suicide for love.

Isn't that just a great shark's arm?!

Xia Li, still wearing her apron, began to ramble on. Her voice, filled with emotion and cadence, was a stark contrast to her previous cold tone. She was expressing her true feelings and thoughts. "I think you need to treat me like a normal girl. I'm a girl, not a god. I have feelings now, I'm not that prince, and I don't want to be a prince. What I want to do is be with you. You're the first person who didn't treat me like a prince, the first person who treated me like a child, and the first person who didn't discriminate against the silver-haired witch. I think you're very bold and have great ideas, so why are your current thoughts so closed off?"