My wife is a witch princess.

"Is it related to that girl?"

"……Um."

"Want to talk?" Zhang Shushu pulled Song Jianguo aside. "Let your dad talk to you. I don't really understand all these complicated things you young people do."

Song Jianguo glanced at his son a few times.

He had never seen Song Che frown like this before. Usually, when this kid was unhappy, he would have a wronged look or a sullen look. Today, however, he had a rare serious expression.

"Could it be...something serious that could be a matter of life and death?" Song Jianguo's intuition was frighteningly accurate.

"No."

He didn't know how to face Xia Li, or the lifespan difference between them; he couldn't say that.

He thought for a long time, "I'm thinking... if I do something to Xia Li, what will she do if we break up in the future?"

"Hmm, that's a problem." Song Jianguo nodded. "This problem... why does it sound so familiar?"

"Did I ask you this before?" Song Che asked, puzzled.

“No…” Song Jianguo pondered for a moment, then suddenly slapped his thigh. “I remember now, I said that to your mother, Shu’er, do you remember?”

"You mentioned this?" Zhang Shushu clearly had no recollection of it.

"If you don't remember, fine, but I remember it very clearly." Song Jianguo laughed, with a hint of teasing about the past. "Back then, after I asked your mom something similar, she punched me squarely, and I almost couldn't get up from the ground—to put it bluntly. Anyway, I remember your mom was... well, in today's terms, 'love-struck,' and she patted her chest and said nothing could separate us. And then... you see, here we are now."

“Hmm…” Song Che still hadn’t found the answer he was looking for. “I always feel that the promises I made to Xia Li might not be able to be fully fulfilled in the end. She values ​​promises a lot, she’s stubborn and inflexible… I’m afraid that in the end, I might end up hurting her.”

The couple clearly failed to detect the true concern about "eternity" and "transience" in Song Che's words.

They were unaware that Xia Li possessed near-immortality, nor did they know that Song Che's fear lay in how Xia Li would face the long future after his death—would her identity issue be resolved? Once she possessed normal human emotions, how would she bear the loss? What if humans discovered her special nature? Would she be captured and studied, like in the movies…?

Although Song Jianguo didn't fully understand his son's problem, he simply believed that as long as young couples still liked each other, there was no hurdle they couldn't overcome when they had a disagreement.

"Son, are you... short of money? Or do you feel that the family's conditions are not good enough to afford to get married?" Song Jianguo raised several common practical concerns.

"No, not at all. I'll work on those things myself."

"Then I can't think of anything else that would force you two to separate. Since you won't separate, what are you worrying about here?"

“For example… if one of us leaves first, leaving the other behind…” Song Che tried to use a different analogy.

"Which of you has a terminal illness?!" Zhang Shushu's voice suddenly rose, interrupting her son.

"I don't have a terminal illness, I'm just using an analogy!" Song Che quickly waved his hand. "Let me put it another way... For example, we like each other, but due to some unavoidable force, we have to separate and never see each other again."

“Then let’s deal with that ‘force majeure’,” Zhang Shushu said, her logic simple and direct. “You can talk to that girl and think of a solution together.”

Song Che knew he couldn't explain it to them.

Moreover, letting Xia Li know would likely make the situation worse—given her stubbornness and way of doing things, who knows what shocking things she might do. In Hitt, the true "longevity potion" is taboo, involving laws and balance, and even requiring an unimaginable price to pay… needless to say, it's even more so here.

Xia Li came downstairs carrying the sunflowers she had brought earlier.

She stood at the doorway, her silver hair gleaming softly in the lamplight, her blue eyes gazing quietly over.

"Hello, Auntie. Hello, Uncle."

"Xia Li, come in and sit down." Zhang Shushu stood up, warmly took Xia Li's hand, paused for a moment, and then led her to the bedroom. "Come on, let's talk to Auntie."

“That’s just how your mom is.” Song Jianguo shrugged at his son, gesturing for him to sit down. “Since your mom took the girl away, let’s have a chat, you two. What’s bothering you… I was young once too, so I guess we’re thinking similarly. Can you talk to your dad about it?”

He didn't intend to force his son; he just wanted to offer some advice from someone who had been through it all, rather than lecturing him—after all, his experience might not be suitable for today's children.

"If... I meet a girl and feel that I can't take responsibility for her, what should I do?" Song Che asked in a different way.

Song Jianguo pondered for a moment: "So... Xia Li is actually the daughter of some low-profile tycoon? You think she's not good enough for him?"

Song Che said helplessly, "Dad, you can understand it that way... but Xia Li is poor now, even poorer than me."

“Then I guessed right!” Song Jianguo seemed to have solved a puzzle. “Xia Li ran away from home. Her family lost their source of income. She was living a good life before, but then she ended up with you, a poor boy.” The more he talked, the more he felt that his guess was reasonable.

"Dad, don't make wild guesses..."

"Oh, that's how it was portrayed in the TV series I watched last time."

“I’m not a TV drama…” Song Che sighed, “Even if that’s true, I can’t take responsibility. I just feel like she clearly has better options, so why would she fall for a poor guy? This plot doesn’t make sense.”

"It seems illogical at first glance, but if you think about it carefully, you can make it make sense." Song Jianguo became interested. "Maybe it's a predestined relationship from a past life. In the past life, the boy was a rich young master and the girl was a poor girl; in this life, it's the other way around, continuing their predestined relationship!"

"Is this also a TV series you watch?"

"Yeah! It's pretty good, I enjoyed watching it."

"Fine..." Song Che was completely speechless.

"Don't look down on me," Song Jianguo laughed. "The male and female leads in those TV dramas are much braver than you. If you ask me, since you've met, cherish it. Even if you can't be together in the end, having something worth remembering is not bad. If you really feel sorry for the girl, just control yourself before you get married."

Of course, this is a traditional view from our older generation. Young people today are more open-minded and might not care about this. But before deciding to be together, it's always right to think carefully about whether you can bear the consequences of your actions. I think the boy won't lose out, and if the girl thinks it's okay… I have nothing to say.”

"That's true..." Song Che murmured. He felt he was indeed overthinking things, yet he couldn't control himself. If he really was only after Xia Li's beauty, it might have been simpler to just deceive her and leave.

Before long, Xia Li, penniless and cognitively abnormal, will be found and sent to a shelter, or even possibly sent to a mental hospital for her behavior...

Just imagining that scene made Song Che's heart tighten.

Fortunately, it was myself who met her, not someone else.

But the problem came full circle—he had to explain things to Xia Li. But with her stubborn and inflexible mind, after hearing his explanation, she would definitely bring up the "contract" and "protection" nonsense again, and then recklessly start some "horrific" human experimentation with magical potions... That kind of thing not only couldn't succeed on Earth, but it would also be absolutely illegal!

Looking at Xia Li's current appearance, which is basically harmless except for her slightly fierce eyes, he almost forgot that she was once a ruthless and decisive witch princess.

……

In the bedroom, Zhang Shushu always spoke directly and frankly.

Even if she tried to be tactful, it still sounded blunt. So she usually assigned the tasks of conversations that required "roundabout" approaches to Song Jianguo.

She and Xia Li sat side by side on the edge of the bed. Zhang Shushu tried to speak: "Girl, Song Che is a very good person, it's just that our family is only so-so, we don't have much money. But don't worry, we will definitely try our best to prepare the house and the dowry... After you get married and have children, we can also help take care of them."

...to have a child.

Xia Li's cheeks suddenly felt hot. She felt like she hadn't even fully understood "liking" someone yet, so how did they get to talking about having children?

"Whether you want to have one child, two, or even seven or eight, I'll raise them all!" Zhang Shushu felt increasingly optimistic about the future as she spoke.

...and have seven or eight more.

Xia Li suddenly felt that Song Che's mother seemed even more "improper" than Song Che himself. She hadn't thought that far ahead. "Is it... possible to only have two children?"

She hesitated, then replied earnestly, "At most... three."

Xia Li's serious answer made Zhang Shushu laugh.

"Any number is fine, you can decide for yourselves!" Zhang Shushu laughed, then remembered the important matter, "I think you two are getting along quite well, and you haven't had any conflicts. Why does Song Che look unhappy? Xia Li, tell Auntie, has Song Che done something to wrong you?"

“Song Che…he hasn’t been paying much attention to me these past two days,” Xia Li said truthfully.

"I'll talk to him about it right away!" Zhang Shushu immediately declared, then, remembering something, asked, "How long have you two... known each other?"

“It’s been a long time.” Xia Li did not specify the exact number of years.

Song Che taught her, and she's eighteen now. If she said they'd known each other for a hundred years, it would give her away.

Chapter 85 Will You Be Happy Tomorrow? (6k)

Back home, Song Che seemed a little better, but he still didn't talk much.

Xia Li felt a little uncomfortable with his sudden seriousness.

"Are you going to sleep?" Xia Li asked him.

"I'm not very sleepy." Song Che's gaze fell on the newly opened computer. "Let me show you the computer."

"Computer...?" Xia Li scratched her head.

"It's not about the brain itself, it's just a metaphor for how a computer is like the brain."

Song Che plugged in the power and mouse, and turned on the computer.

The screen lit up, and Xia Li took half a step back.

The eerie blue light seemed like a magical portal opening, and she became somewhat wary.

She pursed her lips, her gaze shifting between the keyboard and the small stone with the long tail, finally settling on the lit screen, larger than a phone but with similar features.

“This is called a mouse.” Song Che’s voice became more steady. Perhaps because his attention had shifted to teaching, he didn’t seem so deep. “You can move it, and the arrows on the screen will move accordingly.”

Xia Li stared at the small arrow on the screen, which slid back and forth with the movement of Song Che's wrist.

She stretched out her finger and poked the screen—of course, nothing happened.

Computers are different from mobile phones; computers are not touchscreens.

"It's not touching the screen, it's moving this." Song Che handed her the mouse.

Xia Li took the small plastic-cased object as if it were a magic crystal. She tried moving her wrist, and the arrow on the screen jumped to the upper right corner. She pulled it back, and the arrow darted to the lower left corner.

It's clear that Xia Li will be a low-sensitivity FPS player in the future.

"Be gentle," Song Che said. "Relax your wrist, like this..."

He covered the mouse with his hand, his palm and hers making small contact, and he drew a small circle on the mousepad.

Xia Li's hand was also on the mouse, and the two had different ideas, so the arrow drew a crooked circle on the screen.

"I'll try it myself," Xia Li said, her voice filled with a defiant spirit.

Song Che released his grip, took a step back, and watched her struggle with the mouse.

At first, the arrow was like a drunkard, rampaging across the screen, but after only a few minutes, Xia Li was able to control it to move smoothly.

"Next is clicking." Song Che pointed to the left mouse button. "You can click with a light touch. Both the left and right buttons can be used to click, but they have different functions."

Xia Li pressed it down.

With a click, a small square appeared on the screen.

"Double-clicking means pressing the button twice quickly."

Click-clack.

The "My Computer" icon on the screen was opened, and several folder windows popped up.

Her eyes widened slightly.