My wife is a witch princess.

Xia Li felt like her thoughts were getting tangled up. Her mother controlled the money, her father hid the money, and her son wanted money... The rules for distributing money in human families seemed more complicated than a magic potion recipe.

Managing money sounds like a hassle, and she has never liked dealing with such trivial matters.

Song Che thought for a moment and put it another way, "The person who manages the money needs to be responsible for the family's expenses, reserves and unexpected situations. They need to be quick-witted and selfless. Managing money is tiring, but it can ensure that the money is not spent recklessly."

"……Oh."

Xia Li was confused, only understanding who was in charge of the money and who was giving it to her. So she quickly decided that if she could earn money in the future, she would hand it all over to Song Che to manage.

This eliminates the hassle of management and eliminates the need for manual processing of payments.

Once her leg injury heals, she will return to her old ways, accepting bounty missions and using her skills to earn gold coins, thus changing her current somewhat passive situation.

While Xia Li was pondering who should manage the money, Song Che had already picked up his crutches and paid the remaining medical bills.

"Here's your crutch, use your right arm for support." Song Che held a medical clamp in his hand and had several rubber bands in his pocket, which he had asked the doctor for earlier.

"Just clip it in place where the rope is tied."

Xia Li did as instructed, her movements were a little clumsy but very earnest.

Secure the waistband with clips, then pick up the cane.

Instantly, the pain in my right leg was relieved, and the waistband of my pants, which had been leaking air, was firmly secured.

She slightly widened her eyes, looked down at the clip, then weighed her cane in her hand, a hint of curiosity flashing across her face.

It turns out that besides relying on magic, there are such ingenious things that can solve practical problems.

Song Che ignored her expression of discovering a new continent and picked up the bag of medicine: "There's a shop near No. 1 Middle School that makes pretty good grilled fish. I'll take you there to try a... new way of cooking fish."

Upon hearing about fish and the new cooking method, Xia Li's attention was immediately drawn.

She adjusted her cane and obediently followed, temporarily putting aside the complex logic problems and the novel medicine bottles.

Chapter 8 Xia Li's Compromise

Xia Li was certain that Song Che was acting strangely. Although he always seemed impatient in his words, his fingertips were unusually gentle when he helped treat the wound, as if he was afraid of hurting her.

Leaning on her cane, she awkwardly adjusted her balance, turned her head, and looked down at Song Che's face.

He walked slowly, no longer at the speed that had left her far behind before.

The winter night wind was icy cold. This witch, who was rather slow to understand things in some ways... thankfully, wasn't blind. Song Che was in a hurry to leave, so he ran outside in sandals, his toes turning red and white from the cold, and his body trembled slightly as a result.

Xia Li suddenly felt a bit self-righteous. Just now, Song Che questioned her about "why not speak up," and now he was also asking "why not speak up?"

She stopped, her cane making a soft tapping sound on the concrete, her usually expressionless face softening slightly in the moonlight.

Then, recalling how Song Che had taken care of her before, she bent down and began to unfasten the buckles on her slippers, mimicking his actions.

"...Here you go, it'll keep you warm if you wear it."

Xia Li hesitated for a moment, then lifted her leg, took off her socks, and handed them to Song Che, "There are still socks."

A cold wind licked past, and her toes curled up slightly, turning red. The warmth from before had vanished, and Xia Li realized that Song Che's feet... were in so much pain.

She clenched her fists, preparing to give Song Che the other slipper and socks as a way of repaying his kindness in treating her illness.

Your Highness the Witch... cannot owe anyone any more.

"……for you."

Xia Li stuffed the still-warm socks into Song Che's hand, and then handed him the slippers.

Song Che was stunned. He rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was dreaming.

Damn it, why do you suddenly look so human?

Whoever you are, please do not get off Lin Xiali.

"I'll wear the socks, but you can put on your own shoes."

Song Che swears it's definitely not because he wanted to wear the witch's stockings, but because this wind is damn cold!

His feet went from throbbing pain to numbness, and Song Che suspected that they had been damaged by the cold wind.

I was planning to finish my meal, wash up, and go to bed, but then I suddenly realized that Xia Li, that idiot, might have broken her leg.

While Song Che bent down to put on his socks, Xia Li stood quietly on one leg, holding a cotton slipper in one hand.

Only after seeing him put on his socks did she slowly tuck her feet back into her slippers.

The socks, still warm from Xia Li's touch, completely enveloped Song Che.

So warm.

It's a little tight.

Song Che put on his socks, and Xia Li put her shoes back on.

Under the silver moon, the two walked silently side by side along the path behind the school gate. The last leaves of the withered trees rustled, and a few swirled down, like a winter butterfly adorning Xia Li's silver hair, before fluttering its wings and landing on the ground.

A few dark clouds drifted by, eating up half the moon. When the moon was completely eaten, the grilled fish sign appeared before the two of them.

The road ahead is long, but may you, my fish, stay with me for life.

"How many?"

"The two of you."

"Alright, table seventeen, here's the menu. We've been so busy lately, table seventeen is short on cutlery and aprons, they'll be brought over shortly."

The grilled fish restaurant was steaming hot. The grilled fish at No. 1 Middle School tasted good. Most of the people sitting in the restaurant were men and women. It is a professional couples' choice for grilled fish, which means it is really good.

Xia Li has silver hair and a delicate face. Among the girls of her age, she has an aloof and arrogant demeanor, giving off an air of being unapproachable and untouchable. Leaning on her cane, her cool and aloof temperament quickly attracted the attention of many boys, but they only glanced at her before getting busy with the troublesome task of coaxing their girlfriends.

As we all know, girls who have received rigorous professional training generally don't break down. If they do, it means they think they are really not as good-looking as the other person.

"You jerk, if you look at me again, I'm breaking up with you."

"I don't want to look anymore, my eyes were uncomfortable just now, baby~"

“I don’t care, I’m going to hang this little book on my phone and complain to my family. Don’t come looking for me for the next week.”

I'll cause a little trouble every two days and a big one every three days. If you don't coax me, I'll hang myself at your doorstep and make a scene.

It's just hanging himself... and it's causing such a fuss.

Song Che was wearing a school uniform, his hair was messy, but the temperament he had developed in the Witch's Castle overshadowed his ordinary clothes. The nobility and confidence of a magician made him stand out from the crowd.

Girls at the grilled fish restaurant are stalking me...

He's more handsome than my boyfriend!

Song Che glanced at them and lost interest. He could see the labels above other people's heads, and so far, apart from Bruce, they were all ordinary, neither bringing wealth nor warding off evil; on the contrary, they were somewhat ominous and brought financial loss.

For example, the boy at table number three and the girl opposite him.

"Aquaman" "Super Chicken Aquaman"

In this high-level dating game, only experts can play. A high school student, a notorious playboy, elbows a top-tier, super-playboy beauty. Do you think he can win?

After elbowing someone, go up to the 18th floor overnight and elbow the cement on the first floor, or book the entire national highway and all the rooftops in Nanhui.

Wait, there are also highly skilled individuals.

Song Che was speechless. It is said that you can know a person's face but not their heart. He can easily see the labels now, but he doesn't want to see them anymore. Those who are affectionate on the surface but are actually pretentious make him feel disgusted.

The couples in the store chatted and laughed, but few of them were truly sincere, or rather, it was only one-sided sincerity. They were all hiding their true intentions and toying with each other's feelings.

The only two labels that are truly genuine are those of an elderly couple in the corner of the grilled fish restaurant, who, after all time, are feeding each other fish.

This is the true meaning of "I will stay with you for life."

As for the others...

Song Che could see it clearly, but they couldn't.

Song Che was too lazy to tell them, as they might blame him in the end. He had encountered many cases of dogs biting their owners in the other world, which changed his temperament—no matter who he met, he would feel sorry for them and want to help them; he simply couldn't bear to see others suffer.

Looking back now, it was all my own doing.

Let go of the urge to help others and respect their fate.

The truth.

Song Che looked away and down at the menu. "I'd like a boneless flounder, two servings of rice, and a bottle of Da Yao liquor. Thank you."

"Okay, I've got it. The guests can order more if they're still hungry."

The waiter noted down the menu, turned to the previous page, and pushed the cart to the next table.

"Hello, both of you. The total is 128 yuan. Would you like to pay by WeChat or cash?"

"My girlfriend manages all the money, and she pays the bills."

"Oh, okay, miss, would you like to pay via WeChat or cash?"

Let's split the bill.

……

Unlike outside the restaurant, the grilled fish restaurant was heated. Even though Xia Li tried her best to control her expression, her cheeks were rosy and steam was rising from her head, making her seem much less aloof.

Wearing baggy pajamas to eat grilled fish was a really stupid decision.

Underneath her pajamas, her back felt damp and uncomfortable, her silver hair and bangs were messy and scattered across her forehead. She sat upright, her hands neatly placed on her lap, but her gaze was somewhat unfocused, occasionally glancing at the sizzling grilled fish pot on the next table.

"Take off your pajamas if you get hot."

Song Che had already taken off his school uniform jacket.

"I……"

Upon hearing this, Xia Li lowered her head, glanced at her empty pajamas, and then shook her head, her ear tips turning even redder.

...This is not in accordance with witch etiquette, and it lacks concealment.

She took a compromise: she quietly kicked off her slippers under the seat.

Freed from the cotton shoes, her toes couldn't help but spread and curl up, her rosy ankles gently turning a few times, and the sweat on her soles sliding down her toes.

She tried her best to maintain a cool and calm expression, but the beads of sweat that kept sliding down her face and the damp hair sticking to her cheeks betrayed her.

It's so hot.