The Lay Flat Life: My Wife's Cultivation Makes Me Stronger - Chapter 70

While Jiang Surou spoke, she busied herself with the teacup in front of her, pouring herself a cup of tea but conspicuously not offering any to Han Feng.

Han Feng didn’t mind. He poured himself a cup, his actions casual but self-sufficient.

“Senior Sister, don’t be upset. We’re doing this under Master’s orders—to dual cultivate together. Dual cultivation benefits both our cultivation, right?”

Han Feng wasn’t sure why, but he had started to care whether Jiang Surou was angry.

He didn’t particularly care about dual cultivation itself, as it didn’t help him directly increase his strength. His growth depended entirely on Jiang Surou breaking through, which triggered his tenfold return.

If there was no benefit for him, he wouldn’t bother with it.

As for why he was now trying to appease Jiang Surou? Han Feng refused to admit it was simply because he didn’t want her to be upset. Instead, he rationalized it to himself.

Helping her improve her cultivation is also for my benefit. After all, her breakthrough means my breakthrough.

But even as he thought this, Han Feng couldn’t fully convince himself. His laid-back nature made him averse to putting in effort, almost as if trying hard was worse than death.

Jiang Surou sneered and said,
“So you’re using Master’s orders to pressure me, huh? Oh, I see—it’s because Master commanded you to come that you’re here. It’s not because you genuinely wanted to.

Of course, Junior Brother Han was forced into becoming my Dao partner in the first place. You didn’t choose me—you were cornered into it.

Later, even though I mentioned that you could come to dual cultivate with me once every ten days to improve our cultivation, an entire month has gone by, and you haven’t brought it up even once.

I used to think it was because I was foolish and naïve, but now I understand. Junior Brother Han simply doesn’t think much of me.

Well then, I won’t force it anymore. Clearly, I was just deluding myself. Since you’re unwilling to dual cultivate and don’t care for me, let’s part ways amicably.

Once we dissolve our partnership, you can go find someone more suitable to be your Dao partner. We’ll each go our own way, and when we meet in the future, we can politely nod and greet each other, avoiding the mutual resentment. Don’t you agree?”

Listening to Jiang Surou’s passive-aggressive remarks, Han Feng couldn’t help but chuckle. He said with a sheepish grin,
“Why are you already talking about ‘divorce’? We’ve only known each other for a month. Isn’t it normal for us to not be that familiar with each other yet?

We’re both quiet and slow to warm up—that much you know. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have chosen me back then.”

“Oh, is that what I saw in you?” Jiang Surou retorted. “I chose you because you had no background and seemed mediocre. I thought you wouldn’t interfere with my cultivation. Who would’ve guessed you’re a prodigy, a rare Wind-Attribute Heavenly Spirit Root cultivator, with a higher cultivation level than me?

Hmph! You hid it well, didn’t you? Fooled even me. You did it on purpose, didn’t you?”

Seeing her slight pout and playful annoyance, Han Feng realized her anger had eased somewhat. Smiling, he teased,
“What’s this? Is Senior Sister Jiang regretting her choice now? Afraid I’ll overshadow you in the future?”

“But it’s too late for regrets now. We’re already Dao partners. That’s not something you can dissolve just because you want to.”

Noticing the smug grin creeping up on Han Feng’s face, Jiang Surou rolled her eyes and playfully swung her fist toward him.

Of course, she didn’t intend to actually hit him—she just wanted to scare him a little.

In the past, Jiang Surou would never have thought of playfully hitting someone. This kind of behavior was entirely new to her.

But what Jiang Surou didn’t expect was that Han Feng’s shamelessness had yet to reach its peak.

As her fist came toward him, Han Feng caught her delicate hand and held it firmly in his palm.

“What are you doing? Let go of me! This is inappropriate!”

Jiang Surou’s cheeks flushed as she struggled to pull her hand free. However, her cultivation level was lower than Han Feng’s, so she didn’t have the strength to break his grip.

After several failed attempts, not only did she fail to recover her hand, but the commotion caused the tea table in front of them to collapse under the strain.

“You…”

Jiang Surou glared at Han Feng in anger.

But Han Feng didn’t release her hand. Instead, he stood up, applying a sudden force with his left hand to pull Jiang Surou to her feet.

Having been seated cross-legged in meditation, Jiang Surou was dragged forward by the unexpected motion. Losing her balance, she stumbled upward and toward Han Feng. With the tea table gone, there was nothing to catch her fall, and she ended up tumbling straight into his arms.

Jiang Surou panicked, quickly trying to steady herself. But as soon as she did, Han Feng’s right hand slipped around her slender waist, pulling her tightly against him.

Looking down at Jiang Surou’s startled expression, her shy yet bewildered gaze, and her glistening, moist eyes, Han Feng felt a strange stirring in his chest. Acting on impulse, he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers.

As his lips met hers, Han Feng froze for a brief moment, realizing what he had just done. Was that too abrupt? he wondered.

But since it was already done, he decided to fully commit. Might as well go all in—no harm, no foul.

Awkwardly, yet determined, he used his tongue to part Jiang Surou’s lips, tasting the sweetness of her tongue.

Jiang Surou’s mind went completely blank. She had never even held hands with a man before, let alone kissed one. The suddenness of it all left her utterly bewildered. For a moment, she forgot to resist, allowing Han Feng to explore and savor the moment.

From the side, the little fox covered her eyes with her paws, muttering,
“They’re kissing! Oh, this is so embarrassing!”

But curiosity got the better of her. Peeking through the gap between her paws, she continued to watch the shameless pair.

After a few moments, Jiang Surou finally regained her senses. Realizing that Han Feng was taking full advantage of her, she tried to push him away.

To her dismay, the scoundrel was far stronger than her and refused to let go.

Anger surged in Jiang Surou, and in her frustration, she bit down hard on Han Feng’s tongue.

“Ow!” Han Feng yelped, finally releasing her.

Face flushed, Jiang Surou pointed at him and shouted,
“You…”

“You bit me! That’s so cruel!” Han Feng accused her, playing the victim.

For a moment, Jiang Surou was stunned by his audacity. Then she realized what had happened and, gritting her teeth, retorted,
“You were the one who assaulted me first!”

“It’s perfectly reasonable for me to kiss my own Dao partner. How could that be called an assault? But you—biting my tongue? Were you trying to kill me, your husband?”

Turning his head away, Han Feng grumbled, trying to justify his actions.

“Me? Kill my husband? And you call that reasonable? I’ll beat you, you pervert!”

Fuming, Jiang Surou swung her fists at Han Feng.

Han Feng let her punch him once before pulling her back into his arms.

Realizing that her supposed punishment had turned into an embrace, Jiang Surou struggled furiously, pounding her fists against him.

“Stop! If you keep hitting me, I’ll kiss you again,” Han Feng warned, squinting at her mischievously. His tone sounded almost like a parent scolding a mischievous child.

“I’ll keep hitting you! You bastard!” Jiang Surou snapped, outraged. The proud goddess of Luoxia Peak wasn’t about to accept such humiliation.

Han Feng tightened his hold and leaned in for another kiss.