My wife is a witch princess

Chapter 99 Emotional Intelligence Has Surpassed Bust Size

Chapter 100 Emotional Intelligence Has Surpassed Bust Size

Why aren't you asleep?

"Maybe I should get up."

He had just gotten up when Xia Li pressed him back down.

But he couldn't sleep during the day. Song Che felt both comfortable and awkward resting his head on her soft thighs. He glanced at her and saw that Xia Li's figure was indeed quite good; he could see it all too clearly.

How could she possibly fall asleep? But Xia Li talked about whatever came to mind, like she was sleepwalking. Song Che couldn't see any logic in what she was doing.

How could I have actually gone along with her nonsense?

Xia Li didn't care what he thought. Her current goal was to prevent Song Che from crossing that road and from running around. If Song Che insisted on going, she would stop him.

As the saying goes, if you encounter difficulties, overcome them.

There are no difficulties, but we create difficulties for Song Che.

"Are you uncomfortable lying down?"

"No, it's not that. I'm lying down quite comfortably, but I feel quite energetic right now and can't fall asleep."

"————Oh." Xia Li remained silent for a while.

Song Che continued to lie down. He felt that Xia Li had something on her mind, which was why her words were incoherent. One minute she wanted to eat and go out to play, the next she didn't want to go anymore, and then she wanted to coax him to sleep. What could His Highness have on his mind?

This woman has a heart bigger than her chest; Xia Litian is so capable that she has no worries.

Song Che slightly rose to look at her expression, but Xia Li's expression remained the same. He paused for a moment, then asked, "Is something bothering you—did you see something again?"

"no."

"Your Highness, don't lie to me. You're definitely hiding something from me."

"————" Xia Li remained silent.

"Looks like I guessed right." Song Che sat up and looked at the girl who couldn't keep a secret. "Tell me about it—we can see how to solve it together. Your Highness usually doesn't hide things from me. Since you've kept it from me, it means this matter is probably quite difficult. But Your Highness, don't underestimate me. I won't back down when facing problems now."

Yes, from the moment Song Che promised Xia Li he would stop ignoring her, he decided that he would not shy away from or avoid any problems. By doing so, half the problem was already solved.

"I'm wondering if I'll cry if Song Che dies."

"I see—"

Song Che didn't expect her to bring this up on her own initiative. However, he hadn't seen Xia Li cry yet. Her emotions were as stable as Kapibala's. To be precise, it wasn't stable, but her expression was stable, because she could get angry, but she probably couldn't cry.

This topic is rather dangerous and quite far in the future. As for whether or not Xia Li cries, it doesn't matter. Song Che doesn't want Xia Li to be unable to move on from this, nor does he want Xia Li to be unhappy because of this.

Seeing Xia Li's confused expression, he said, "How about we try it beforehand?"

It's better not to cry about this; let's just make a joke about it.

"How do I try?"

"I'll die first, then see if you cry."

"Don't die!" Xia Li suddenly raised her voice.

"I'm faking my death—I already told you to see if you cry, don't choke me, if you choke me again, I'm really going to die."

Xia Li then released Song Che, picked up the pillow beside her, and said, "I won't cry even if you're like this, because I know you're not dead."

"Then why were you in such a hurry just now? Just pretend for a bit—as a way to get used to it beforehand, so I can leave without worry."

"You can't pretend."

"Then let's not play anymore, let's go for a walk."

"I do not want."

"Shall we try again?"

I can't pretend.

You're such an idiot—thankfully, I can't hear your inner thoughts anymore.

Song Che suppressed his inner thoughts and pondered how to go along with Xia Li's antics. This girl usually thought about many things, but there weren't many things that could trouble her. His death was one of them. If he could help Xia Li come to terms with it, Song Che would also come to terms with it.

He came up with a plan.

"I'm thinking—if you cry, I'll give you a thousand dollars; if you don't cry, give me two hundred dollars. How about that—does adding a wager immediately pique your interest?"

"---It's alright." Xia Li's phone only cost a few hundred yuan.

"I'm dead." Song Che lay on the bed and kept her company.

"————" Xia Li looked at Song Che and knew he was faking it.

Song Che had nothing better to do. He didn't go to the orphanage, didn't have to study, and didn't have any nightmares. It was quite fun to hang out with Xia Li.

He dutifully played the role of a dead man, not even secretly opening his eyes to look at her.

He wanted to see Xia Li's final reaction; if she really cried, he would give her the thousand yuan.

Even if she didn't cry, Song Che was prepared to give Xia Li some money—the reason he only gave her a little was because Xia Li didn't know much yet. Some swindlers were very good at deceiving people. Someone like Xia Li could deceive people from childhood to adulthood. When she was young, she tricked people into drinking Sanlu milk powder, and when she got old, she tricked people into exploiting her. If you want to sell health products, just look for Xia Li. Tell her that they can prolong life, and she will buy them for you.

"Song Che————" Xia Li called out.

She knew Song Che was faking his death, but she was also a little worried. She was going to cry a little so she could get the thousand yuan and buy some materials to research the potion.

She blinked.

She blinked again.

—I can't cry.

"Song Che, I can't cry." She shook Song Che.

Song Che ignored her, hoping she would resolve her inner conflict and that it would be better for her to be a little more ruthless.

Xia Li rubbed her eyes, her eyes reddening, but she couldn't shed a tear. She remembered she had shed tears once before, and the feeling at that time was natural, a feeling that arose when she saw that book.

She thought about what had happened again, but still couldn't cry.

Xia Li shook Song Che, "I can't cry, wait for me."

—Don't talk to dead people, and you even specifically reminded me to wait a moment.

Then I'll just die a little longer.

It's quite simple for Song Che to pretend to be dead; he just needs to lie there and not understand.

Xia Li had more to think about. She would go to the bathroom, turn on the tap, fill her hand with water, and wipe it on the corner of her eyes. That way, she could get a thousand yuan.

Outside the window, clouds drifted by, blocking out much of the sunlight. Song Che frowned slightly, sensing the sudden change in light.

Did Xia Li draw the curtains?

"It shouldn't be," Xia Li poked him with her finger.

"Song Che, wake up, I can't cry."

Song Che didn't intend to wake up. His goal wasn't to make Xia Li cry; he wanted her to accept the fact that he was going to die. That would be better for both of them. Maybe if he really died, Xia Li would suddenly remember that day in Taixi when Song Che pretended to be dead and ignored her, which had made her very anxious.

Song Che is now very open-minded. Xia Li needs to get used to this. After all, it's just the result. Song Che now thinks the process is more important. People should experience more of the process.

Is the process more important, or the result?

This idea changed many times throughout his life.

He enjoyed experiencing the process when he was a child, but after starting school, he focused more on the results because people only care about the outcome. People would talk about whose child got good grades and went to a good university, whose parents made money, whose family was good, who was unlucky, and who failed. This idea persisted until Xia Li told him that she had been looking for him for a hundred years.

Because of this thought, he struggled internally for many days, and felt that if he was destined to die, then being with Xia Li would be meaningless.

He was wasting Xia Li's time and being irresponsible towards her. He didn't want to be irresponsible towards a girl.

He cares too much about the outcome. He's the kind of person who will stop at nothing to achieve the result, even if the process isn't great, as long as the result is good—that's all that matters.

But now he has a different idea.

Results are certainly important—in fact, they are extremely important, which is why people value results so much.

But if we only see who failed, who was unlucky, who was crushed and couldn't get back up—but we don't see that person tried so hard that they were powerless, studied late into the night, or tried their best to live their life, and ultimately failed because of a lack of talent or bad luck, then aren't we denying their efforts?

Song Che didn't want to deny other people's efforts, he didn't want to deny Xia Li's efforts, and he didn't want everything he did to be meaningless just because that person failed—because wouldn't that be denying his own efforts?

This is what Xia Li taught him.

Face it bravely. Even if the outcome is not good, at least it proves that you tried.

Because humans are destined to die, on a longer scale they are like mayflies, living only a day and dying at night.

From a planetary or cosmic perspective, humanity's current technology and all its efforts are meaningless.

You're nothing but a speck of dust. No matter how great you were in life, how much money you made, what university you attended, what company you started, what lover you had, or how many contributions you made, once you're dead, you're dead.

But—is it really meaningless?

No, these things are so dazzling, so magnificent. Knowing they will die, they still continue generation after generation. Humanity proves to time that we dare to change the world, we dare to climb to the moon, and we dare to defy death.

Song Che felt that none of these things should be denied.

Just like he wanted to prove that he wanted to continue his relationship with Xia Li.

He will not bow to fate; he dares to make fate bow down.

"Song Che, I'm not playing anymore. I don't want the thousand yuan anymore. Wake up, don't ignore me."

Xia Li bent down to check Song Che's breathing and then shook him.

"Song Che—don't die!"

Xia Li cupped his face in her hands!

Song Che refused to bow to fate, but bowed to Xia Li.

His forehead was red from Xia Li's hard knock.

"I already told you I don't want the money, why didn't you wake up just now?"

"I was daydreaming." Song Che had just been thinking too much without realizing it.

"Don't do that again, I don't want to play this game."

"Okay, I won't pretend to be dead next time."

"Don't die."

"I don't want to die either." Song Che smiled, knowing that Xia Li's opinion didn't count.

"Anyway, I'm not playing this anymore." Xia Li pursed her lips, her eyes red, whether from rubbing them or from crying.

Song Che suddenly remembered a line from a popular Chinese novel: "If you shed a tear, I will slaughter a city." Xia Li shed tears, so how about I slaughter Nan Hui? Oh, we are from Nan Hui, so let's slaughter Tai Xi then.

He didn't say the joke aloud, because even if he did, Xia Li would still purse her lips. Song Che moved slightly closer to Xia Li, feeling that he had something to do this afternoon.

I need to make Xia Li happy.

What I did just now went a bit too far and really scared Xia Li.

She's still pursing her lips, her fists clenched tightly, looking like she wants to hit someone, but she doesn't.

She couldn't bear to hit him, so she just sulked to herself.

She was unhappy because Song Che ignored her earlier.

Although she couldn't speak while pretending to be dead, that didn't stop Xia Li from being unhappy.

Song Che was at a loss for how to comfort Xia Li. This girl was different from others. If you couldn't make her laugh, she would purse her lips if she was unhappy, but if she didn't purse her lips, you wouldn't know if she was happy or calm. Song Che had a bit of a headache.

Damn it, I made myself angry, so I have to make up for it myself.

But Xia Li was the one who brought it up first, and she even got angry.

This idiot's emotional intelligence is beyond her bust size and teeth!

Speaking of Xia Li's breasts... how big are they?

Last time, that awful saleswoman wouldn't let Xia Li tell him, and he hadn't measured it himself. Now that he suddenly thought about it, he was really curious.

Because Xia Li was wearing a hoodie and a jacket, it was difficult to determine her exact level.

As Song Che pondered, his thoughts wandered.

He grinned.

After his mindset changed, Song Che felt several times better and more motivated than before.

"What are you laughing at?" Xia Li asked, pursing her lips as she looked at him.

"I wasn't laughing at anything." Although Song Che said it was nothing, his eyes inadvertently glanced at Xia Li's chest a few times.

"You want to touch it?"

"You can read minds now?"

"I don't know, but your eyes are looking very improper."

"Alright, I admit I'm not serious, but Your Highness is about the same." Song Che paused, "Once you fully understand emotions and feelings, I feel you'll be even more irreverent than me."

"impossible."

"What's impossible? Liking someone involves physical attraction. If you really like me, you'll want to have me and possess me—but that's usually what guys say."

Xia Li initially wanted to deny that she would be indecent, but when she heard Song Che say that liking someone means wanting to possess them, she said, "Girls can say these things too. Liking someone means wanting to possess you."

"You learn so fast." Seeing that she wasn't pursing her lips anymore, Song Che leaned back against the headboard. "How about we go to the orphanage this afternoon? I heard from the caregiver that Tao Yao is sixteen, which is the age to get an ID card. I'll ask about other things, and if there's nothing else, we can go home."

"I want to go home today."

"It's not that I can't, but I said yesterday that I would play with the child and buy him some toys. I don't want to break my promise." Song Che remembered that Xia Li was also there at the time. Although he was the one who said it, Xia Li usually took promises very seriously, and she would always tacitly agree with what Song Che said, so she was actually part of the agreement.

This doesn't seem like Xia Li.

They actually chose to break the agreement.

Song Che sensed something was wrong; Xia Li seemed to dislike Tai Xi.

"What's wrong with Taixi?"

"No, I want to go home."

"Then I'll go check on the children myself, and then we'll go home."

"Can't."

"Xia Li, could it be—" Song Che thought for a moment, and based on what Xia Li had said, he had a guess. Her thoughts were too easy to guess. "Could it be that you have prophetic abilities—and I'll die on my way to the orphanage?"

"I----"

Seeing her stammer, Song Che knew he had guessed correctly. "Could it be—the third gold coin? You have the ability, but—"

But why can't I see the labels?

This ability doesn't belong to Xia Li, does it?

On me?

I can't predict the future.

If Xia Li knows how, let her buy lottery tickets.

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Outside the window, clouds stretched out one after another, blocking out the light.

Just like dusk falling.

Song Che was puzzled. He glanced at the time; it was 1:30 PM, and the light was almost like dusk.

Dusk is not a good omen.

Every time I dream, someone dies at dusk.

Is this a dream?

Song Che suspected that he had fallen asleep on Xia Li's lap and was dreaming.

He couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion, and he didn't know who would die first. Anyway, he died, and the dream ended.

However, he subconsciously pinched himself.

It hurts terribly.

He suddenly felt thirsty and took a sip of the drink he had just bought.

"Song Che, don't die!"

"Song Che, I want to go home."

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"Ah—home? Let me see, it's only 3 a.m., and it seems like there are no buses home." Song Che mumbled sleepily.

"I want to go home."

"Didn't we say we were going to visit the welfare home today?"

"I'm not going, I want to go home."

"Ah—okay, but I have to say, it's three in the morning, and I think people are still sleeping." Song Che sat up, rubbing his head, and noticed an extra number next to Xia Li.

Number: 3

What does "three" mean?

It is one more than two.

Song Che had just woken up and was still groggy.