Becoming Immortal Through Getting Married

43  Pulling Each Other

In the cramped alchemy room.

Wen Zhiyun crossed her hands and placed them on the bolt behind her. Her curvaceous body leaned against the wooden door, and a faint blush appeared on her fair face.

At this moment, she had just taken a shower. Her hair was still a little wet, and her body was emitting a faint fragrance that smelled like peach blossoms.

Chen An looked at the beautiful woman in front of him and could not help but feel tempted.

Compared to the youthfulness on Song Huaying and Gu Xinyue, he preferred the mature womanly charm on Wen Zhiyun.

He calmed down a little.

Chen An said calmly, "Fellow Cultivator Wen, what do you want to tell me?"

However, he only looked calm on the surface, but he was actually extremely excited inside. He was looking forward to Wen Zhiyun breaking through that barrier.

However, what Wen Zhiyun said next disappointed him.

Wen Zhiyun hesitated for a moment before saying with some difficulty,

"Um… I don't have the money to pay the rent. Can I use some valuable things as collateral first?"

Is that all?

Chen An was extremely disappointed.

Seeing that he was silent, Wen Zhiyun continued,

"Can I?"

"Sure, but is that all you wanted to talk to me about? Is there nothing else you want to say?"

Chen An did not give up. He felt that this arrogant woman must have chickened out and did not dare to say anything else.

Unfortunately, Wen Zhiyun disappointed him again.

In the face of his question, the beautiful woman shook her head without hesitation.

"There's nothing else. Just this."

"…"

For a moment, the air became a little stiff.

The two of them stopped talking.

The alchemy room was so quiet that the two of them could hear each other's heartbeats.

In the end, it was Chen An who spoke.

"Fellow Cultivator Wen, when did you use up your savings?"

"A few days ago."

"You're a Cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining. Do you have so little savings?"

"My earnings can only cover my basic needs. Cultivation is too expensive."

"How did you earn spirit stones in the past?"

"I rely on hunting demon beasts to earn money. However, recently, the Bamboo Leaf Gang has not allowed me to go out. My income has been cut off."

"That's really uncomfortable."

"…"

The two of them asked and answered.

As time passed,

The atmosphere of a man and a woman sharing a room was constantly highlighted.

The atmosphere gradually became ambiguous.

Chen An looked at Wen Zhiyun's beautiful and sexy red lips and felt his heart heat up.

The atmosphere here is right.

The feeling came.

Chen An could no longer hold it in. He took the initiative to lean close to Wen Zhiyun, who was sitting at the side. He reached out and wanted to pull her into his arms and kiss her.

However, just as she raised her hand, Wen Zhiyun quickly moved away, not letting him touch her.

"Alchemist Chen, what's our relationship now? Do you want to touch me?"

Wen Zhiyun's face was clearly red, but her words sounded cold.

She was forcing Chen An to admit that he had feelings for her and take the initiative to interact with her in the future.

It was the feeling of "You, Chen An, were the one who pursued me back then, not me, Wen Zhiyun."

Hearing Wen Zhiyun's words, Chen An calmed down a lot.

He retracted his raised hand and smiled. "My hand was a little numb just now. I'm just moving it for the blood circulation."

With that, he stood up and left the alchemy room.

To deal with someone like Wen Zhiyun, if he wanted to completely conquer her, he could not go along with her wishes and bow down to her.

Otherwise, she would torture him in the future.

Gone?

He left just like that?

Wen Zhiyun started to doubt her life. What followed was a wave of anger and regret.

She was angry that Chen An refused to give in to her.

She regretted playing hard to get.

…

In the following days, Chen An became much colder to Wen Zhiyun.

He basically did not interact much with her.

In contrast, every night, when he interacted with his wife and concubine in the room, they chatted especially loudly. He deliberately let her hear him and made her unable to sleep the entire night.

During this period, Chen An relied on his wife and concubine's unwavering love for him to completely possess all of them. He had a deep understanding of every place.

Days passed just like that.

In the blink of an eye.

Two months passed.

At this moment, Chen Yuejian was already eight months old and nearly a meter tall.

When Chen An measured her height, he could not help but sigh in his heart. This child with spiritual roots was really amazing. She was not even a year old, but she had already grown taller than ordinary children when they were three years old.

In terms of sports, she had also evolved from walking unsteadily at five months old, to being able to trot around now.

However, in terms of words, she still only knew how to call out 'Father' and 'Mother'.

It seemed that children with spiritual roots only developed faster. They were not much faster than ordinary children when it came to learning to speak.

"Previously, my expectations were too high. They were so high that they seemed unrealistic."

"We have to lower our expectations appropriately."

"Mm, I hope she can learn to speak before she's a year old."

Chen An lowered his head and looked at his daughter, who was holding his hand and walking. He had set such a small goal for her.

He wanted to obtain the system reward when his daughter learned to speak as soon as possible. At the same time, he wanted to hear his daughter greet him 'Father' as soon as possible.

The feeling of being called Father must be very good.

He thought.

Chen An carried his daughter in front of him.

He taught her step by step and taught her to call out to him.

However, Chen Yuejian was either babbling or giggling brightly, thinking that her father was teasing her.

Chen An was not in a hurry. He patiently taught her to call him.

He taught for about the time for an incense stick to burn.

Chen An did not lose his patience, but his daughter had already lost her patience.

She struggled to get down.

She didn't want to be hugged.

She wanted to run around on the ground.

Chen An also let her go and put her down.

As soon as she landed, Chen Yuejian ran around the courtyard happily like a wild horse.

Chen An followed behind and watched her.

As he walked, he had a thought and opened the interface of his wife and concubine to check the data.

[Name: Chen An]

[Cultivation: Qi Refinement Level 6]

[Wealth: 555 low-grade spirit stones]

[Alchemy Technique: Advanced Level 1 (1066/2500)]

[Consciousness: Advanced Level 1 (998/2500)]

[Goldfinger: Master (1111/2500)]

[Sleepy Time Spell: Proficient (233/500)]

[Spouses: Song Huaying, Gu Xinyue]

[Progeny: Chen Yuejian]

…

[Name: Song Huaying]

[Attribute: Return the favor of a drop of water.]

[Relationship: 3 stars (1,314/2,500)]

[Alchemy Experience provided: 1,024]

[Goldfinger Proficiency: 468]

…

[Name: Gu Xinyue]

[Attribute: Pure and Untainted. Loyal.]

[Relationship: 3 stars (520/2500)]

[Divine Consciousness Strength: 998]

[Goldfinger Proficiency: 623]

"Husband, bad news!"

Chen An was browsing the interface in front of him when he suddenly heard his wife's voice.

He looked up in the direction of the voice and saw the anxious Song Huaying.

Song Huaying came up and said, "Husband, Sister Wen is packing her luggage. She said that she's moving out and not renting with us anymore!"

"Yes?"

Chen An was stunned for a moment. Then, the first thing he thought of was that Wen Zhiyun was throwing a tantrum. He had been too cold to her recently.

Without thinking too much, he immediately carried his daughter, Chen Yuejian, in to see what was going on.

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