My Wife Came From A Thousand Years Ago

Chapter 199: Be a Stupid Woman

He probably hadn’t figured out how to say it yet. Xu Wenbin impulsively called after seeing the video, ready to have a good argument with him. There was no room for excuses…

But Xu Wenbin admitted it too quickly, leaving him struggling to catch up?

Xu Qing stroked his chin and pondered for a moment. Based on what he knew about his dad, this was probably the truth.

So impatient… not steady at all.

“What did he say?” Jiang He asked.

“We just exchanged a few words.”

“He… Do your parents not like this?” She hesitated for a moment and asked cautiously.

A grown man being told by his girlfriend that he’s too weak—no one would take that well.

“What should we do then?”

“What do you mean, what should we do?”

“I mean… is there a way to get this deleted?” Jiang He pointed at the newly uploaded ghostly meme video on the computer screen.

“No need to delete it. And even if we wanted to, it’d be a hassle… Remember that guy who liked singing, dancing, and playing basketball? Even sending a lawyer’s letter didn’t help.”

“Then your parents…”

“They’re our parents.”

“…”

Jiang He froze for a second, looked at Xu Qing’s relaxed expression, and after thinking for a moment, chose to remain silent.

“The video’s already out. Gotta take advantage of it while it’s trending, or else it’d be a waste, wouldn’t it?”

Xu Qing checked the time. Instead of going back to Jiang He’s side to mess with her legs, he picked up his laptop and started working on a video he had edited a few days ago.

Although most of his content had a traditional aesthetic, it wasn’t just about romance, wedding nights, or self-made music videos. Keeping the same style over time could get visually exhausting. So this time, he went for a critique video. ʀÄƝ𝐨ＢЁS̩

Critique videos generally got higher engagement than regular ones, as they sparked curiosity. But Xu Qing usually avoided making them—after all, every show had flaws. Nitpicking just for the sake of nitpicking wasn’t something he liked.

He only made critique videos when something truly irritated him to the point that he couldn’t hold back.

For instance, a so-called martial arts drama that was, in reality, just an idol show. If they had marketed it as a historical romance drama, he wouldn’t have even clicked on it. But after hyping it up as a wuxia show, what did viewers get? A male lead who could only sing and dance but couldn’t act, a female lead with decent acting skills but who phoned it in due to off-screen controversies, and a production filled with overuse of green screens, excessive filters, and blatant stunt doubles…

Even the best action directors and original material couldn’t save this mess of a drama.

“Can you lower the volume and not talk for a bit?” Xu Qing turned on his mic and reminded Jiang He before clearing his throat.

"May you glimpse the light before the cold steel dulls its edge…"

…

After over half an hour, he finished recording the voiceover and used audio editing software to adjust it into a fast-paced comedic style. Satisfied, he finally wrapped up his work.

Turning his head, he saw Jiang He resting her chin on her hand, staring at him.

“Take advantage of it while it’s trending?” Seeing Xu Qing wave a hand in front of her face, Jiang He casually looked away and changed the topic.

“Yeah, I’ll funnel some traffic from your livestream over to my channel. Then, I’ll ride the current trends, like the video I just made. That drama is really popular right now, and fans of the original work and the actors are arguing like crazy. Might as well grab some attention.”

“But you just said it’s awful.”

“It is

“Won’t people criticize you?”

“I’m just stating facts. If I were afraid of criticism, it’d mean I subconsciously doubted my own argument. If someone insists that 2+2 equals 5, all I can do is pity them.”

Xu Qing shook his head. Instead of putting away his laptop, he pulled out an almost-finished suit of armor and recorded another update video for his page.

This armor tutorial series had a small but steady audience. Some viewers from Jiang He’s livestream had even followed the link to his videos, and those who weren’t satisfied with just watching the videos came to his livestream to see him craft armor in real-time.

By the time his livestream started, Xu Qing resumed working on his iron basket while monitoring the chat. Jiang He, on the other hand, continued grinding for 1600 points with her female ghost swordsman character.

Xu Wenbin was probably watching too…

The thought made Xu Qing tighten his grip, and the iron ring in his hands immediately warped out of shape.

“Hey, everyone. This basket is almost done. Should be finished today. Originally, I planned to use it as a storage box, and, well… I still do.”

He shook the basket in his hand and casually chatted away. “Saw a ghost meme on the front page today. Totally caught me off guard. Who ambushed me? Care to step forward and explain yourself?”

The chat instantly flooded with “hahaha,” with some viewers asking for a link to the meme.

Hu Da Tongshu: “Rare footage of an early human taming the legendary Tiger Stance Fist master.”

“…Was it you?” Xu Qing eyed the familiar username.

Wasn’t this the same guy who kept jumping around in his stream on day one?

Hu Da Tongshu: “Nope, how could it be me?”

“Well, it doesn’t matter anymore. What’s done is done. No point hiding it—I am, in fact, an unknown inheritor of the Tiger Stance Fist technique. Training in the harshest winters and hottest summers… Alright, I’ll stop. But seriously, from the video alone, you can tell I’m skilled. Who among you can stand still for an hour? No one.”

His stream’s viewership kept climbing. In just ten minutes, it had already surpassed his usual mid-stream numbers from yesterday. The number of gifts had increased too.

Turns out, watching an enthusiastic local citizen craft armor and practice martial arts had its appeal.

His background had ended up stealing the show.

“For those curious about the chainmail hanging behind me, there’s a full tutorial on my ‘Lazy Lord Qing’ channel. It’s just something I made for fun—to wear around the house or use as decoration. Honestly, I’ve loved martial arts ever since I was a kid, and most of my videos are wuxia-related…”

Xu Qing kept rambling while finishing the basket, turning it 360 degrees to show it off, then placing it on his desk. He stepped back to his bookshelf and struck a martial arts stance—remaining completely still for the last half-hour of the stream.

A wooden dummy, Zhong Kui, a ghostly girl—this scene repeated itself.

The chat went quiet as well, with viewers entertaining themselves by spamming random messages.

…

“What kind of weird-ass dark arts is this?”

Xu Wenbin stared at the screen, a disgusted expression on his face as he watched Xu Qing stand there motionless.

That’s it?

This is the so-called Tiger Stance Fist?

What the hell is this!

Xu Wenbin could swear on his life—there was absolutely no relation between the Xu family and Xu Chu. So where the hell did this kid learn this nonsense from?

“Hey, Haozi, do you know what kind of martial arts Qingzi is practicing?” He sent Qin Hao a voice message.

Qin Hao, still recovering at home, replied almost instantly. “Yeah! It’s Tiger Fist. Looks legit. Uncle, are you sure your family isn’t descended from Xu Chu? While you’re at it, can you check if my ancestors were related to Qin Qiong…?”

“Qin Qiong?”

“Yeah! I think it’s possible. Hear me out—”

And so began a sixty-second voice note full of rapid-fire nonsense, making Xu Wenbin’s head throb.

…

At 8 PM, Xu Qing finally ended his practice and exhaled.

“Are you sure this is okay?”

Jiang He closed the livestream window and turned to look at him.

“What do you mean?”

“The martial arts thing.”

“I’ve already registered it. As long as I don’t hurt anyone, there’s no problem. It’s not like I’m on your level, breaking trees with a single hit. Any professionally trained fighter could still take me down.”

Xu Qing lowered his head and flexed his fists, assessing his own strength.

Jiang He was right—he lacked real combat experience, awareness of distance, muscle memory, and the ability to take hits. He wasn’t much different from a regular guy, aside from having a bit more endurance and knowing a few moves.

He had even overestimated himself before, thinking he could take on four or five people. Unless he used the trick Jiang He taught him—taking out one person first to scare the rest—he wouldn’t stand a chance.

“It’s just for staying in shape,” Xu Qing concluded, glancing at the long sword leaning against the wall.

Using a sword would probably make him a little better at self-defense.

“We seem to have a lot of people watching us now,” Jiang He muttered, clicking around with her mouse while chatting with Pingping, who was helping moderate the stream.

Their viewership had been growing steadily, and a few more “captains” had joined their membership program.

Xu Qing found it amusing. What had started as him casually messing around with Jiang He had led to her reaching 1,500 points in the duel arena despite having no good equipment, and now he had his own viral meme video.

Both of them had become interesting to watch, slowly building an audience. In just three months, they had become small-time streamers, with Jiang He’s channel driving traffic to Xu Qing’s content.

Next month, she planned to exchange her duel arena points for exclusive gladiator gear and take a shot at reaching 1,600 points…

“Let’s work hard! We got this!”

Xu Qing put the iron basket away in the bedroom, then came back and plopped onto the couch, hugging his laptop again.

Jiang He played two games of Hearthstone but soon got restless. She spun around in her chair before finally giving up and coming over to the couch, squeezing in next to him to see what he was doing.

“Why aren’t you playing games?”

“I don’t feel like it,” Jiang He said.

Normally, Xu Qing would be over there pestering her, playing games or watching videos together. But today, he was completely focused on his work, which made her feel guilty for just gaming.

“Watching you work so hard makes me feel weird just playing games.”

“Oh, I get it. It’s like back in school, when one person in the dorm was always studying, making everyone else feel guilty.” Xu Qing nodded. “So you came over to tempt me into playing with you?”

“What tempt? That sounds so bad.” Jiang He shot him a glare.

“Then you’re here to study with me?”

Xu Qing thought for a moment, then pulled a workbook out from under the table. “Here, go ahead.”

Jiang He glanced at the workbook, then at his laptop, then silently shoved the workbook back under the table. She walked over to the bookshelf, grabbed a novel, and returned to the couch, lying down with her feet resting in Xu Qing’s lap.

“You know, you could do this when we sleep too. Why do you push me away as soon as we get in bed?”@@novelbin@@

“It’s just different!”

“How is it different? We can cuddle on the couch, but not in bed? What’s the logic behind that?”

What’s the logic behind that…?

Jiang He felt like she was getting trapped in his words. It was the same, but it just felt different.

Cuddling on the couch was fine. But in bed…

“On the couch, it’s affectionate. In bed, it’s lewd.” She declared.

Xu Qing was stunned. He hadn’t expected her to dodge his trap this time.

“Just hugging isn’t lewd. Doing other things would be.”

“Hmph.”

Jiang He held her book up, ignoring him.

Xu Qing kept one hand on his mouse and absentmindedly ran his other hand over her legs and feet.

This kind of life was perfect. People should be content.

He used to have to rack his brain for an excuse just to touch her. Now, she willingly snuggled up next to him… He had to be grateful.

As he worked on his video, his attention kept wandering because of Jiang He. His thoughts were all over the place.

“…Are you seriously just going to keep holding my leg?”

Jiang He felt something different, so she used her book to hide her face and asked in a small voice.

Xu Qing couldn’t see her expression. He glanced down at her fair-skinned legs, feeling a little parched.

“No, this is just a natural reaction. I’m not a pervert.”

“Then last time—”

“Last time was last time. Occasionally taking care of it is fine, but I have to practice self-control.” Xu Qing hesitated. “Right now, I’m working. Please stop moving.”

Even if he was inexperienced, he still had his dignity.

“…Oh.”

Jiang He peeked at him from behind her book and quieted down.

“Why aren’t you playing games anymore?” Xu Qing changed the topic.

“I already told you. Watching you work while I just play games makes me feel like a lazy bum…”

“I feel like you’re calling me out. ‘Lazy bum’ is one thing, but what’s with ‘lazy bum waste?’”

Jiang He thought about it and realized he had a point. “Then how about… you go work in the bedroom? That way, I won’t see you working, and I won’t feel guilty playing games.”

“…Wow, you’re a genius.”

Xu Qing gave her a look and firmly squeezed her foot. “Give up. I’m staying right here so you’ll feel guilty and start studying.”

A slacker’s shame should be fully utilized—it couldn’t go to waste.

Playing games all day was bad. If she turned into a full-on gaming addict, it’d be over.

“To survive in this world, you need to raise your intelligence. If you don’t study and just play games, do you know what’ll happen?”

“What?”

“You’ll become a gaming addict, constantly switching from one game to another until nothing excites you anymore. Eventually, you’ll get into social games, fall into online relationships, and run off with some random guy…”

“That’s impossible!” Jiang He instantly denied it.

“Yeah, only dumb women do that. You’re not smart, but you’re not that dumb. So instead, you’ll just become a gaming addict who knows nothing else, turning into a woman who only plays games, cooks, does laundry, and has kids for me…”

“…I’m already making money,” Jiang He reminded him. “I don’t just play games.”

“All money made by luck will eventually be lost by ability. You can’t earn more than your level of understanding.” Xu Qing shook his head. “Do you really think that money was yours?”

“…Sigh.”

Jiang He sighed, resigned, and pulled the workbook back out. The sight of Xiao Ming in the math problems made her head hurt.

“…Or maybe…” She hesitated. “Maybe I should just be a dumb woman who only cooks, does laundry, has kids, and plays games.”

“…Lady Knight, please have some self-respect.”