First Wife's Majesty!

"Hey, hey, hey, why aren't you going home this late at night? What are you doing here?"

Looking at Yan, who was gorging herself across from her, Leng said unhappily.

That little brat had been acting strange earlier. She hadn't expected her to become even more outrageous now.

Not only had she followed them all the way home, she was even eating the food Leng had cooked like she owned the place! How outrageous!

"Don't be so stingy."

Yan put a piece of fatty meat into Leng's bowl to curry favor. Of course, she didn't forget to put a piece of lean meat into Ximen Lang's bowl either.

However, under Leng's knife-like gaze, Yan had no choice but to stuff it into her own mouth.

"So stingy!" Yan pouted, voicing her tiny complaint.

Leng was completely dumbfounded by her.

How was she supposed to be generous about this? Give half of Ximen Lang away and fulfill this woman's dream of having a harem? Dream on! Anything could happen in a dream!

"Tell me, what are you really here for? It's so late, and we're about to go to bed."

Yan seemed to have discovered a new continent.

"You two sleep together?"

"Nonsense!" Leng's face immediately flushed red.

"Ahem! We've always slept separately. I sleep in the guest room." Ximen Lang also inexplicably offered an explanation.

That made Leng even more displeased. This scumbag!

"I'm talking to her. Why are you butting in?"

Ximen Lang was also a little embarrassed. He said weakly,

"I was just afraid she'd misunderstand."

"So what if she misunderstands? What's the big deal?"

"I..."

"Shut up!"

"Oh."

Yan felt a little bloated, and her stomach also felt somewhat sour...

Leng warily looked at the little brat in front of her again.

"Speak. Why are you here?"

"No, but haven't we sisters gone over a hundred years without seeing each other? Can't you be a little nicer to me?"

"Mm. I'm very happy to see that you're safe and sound. That's it."

"That's it? Is that all?"

Leng was dissatisfied.

"What else do you want?"

Yan said bashfully,

"Shouldn't we have a heart-to-heart talk or something?"

"So?"

"So, how about we sleep together tonight?"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Leng glanced at Ximen Lang, who was coughing violently.

"What now?"

"I choked..."

"Endure it!"

"Oh."

Looking at Yan's hopeful expression, Leng couldn't help sighing.

Tonight, she wasn't the only one who had been moved. When she heard the word "home," Yan's expression had also been clear in her eyes.

They were both pitiful people.

No, I'm not pitiful anymore. She's the pitiful one now!

Besides, there was no guarantee this woman didn't have improper designs on the pig beside her! At that thought, Leng couldn't help glaring at Ximen Lang again.

She wondered, Why did this little brat like him? He wasn't even handsome!

Leng's glare left Ximen Lang utterly confused.

I haven't done anything. Why is she glaring at me like that? "What's wrong?"

"Nothing to do with you! Eat your food!"

"Oh."

Leng glanced at Yan again, and her heart softened.

"Forget it. You can stay here tonight."

Yan immediately put on a different expression.

"I'm full. Take your time cleaning up. I'm going to bed first."

Without waiting for Leng's reply, she went straight upstairs.

"You really are a piece of work!" Leng said irritably.

She looked at Ximen Lang again and asked,

"Are you full?"

"Burp, I'm full."

"Then go rest. I'll go to bed after I finish cleaning the dishes."

At the end, Leng didn't forget to remind Ximen Lang,

"Go straight to your own room after you go upstairs. Don't talk to that little brat!"

"Oh."

After skillfully washing the dishes, Leng looked at the tidy kitchen in front of her and couldn't help shaking her head.

She hadn't expected that she would have a day like this. Still, it seemed pretty nice.

By the time Leng reached the room, Yan was already fast asleep.

No one knew what she was dreaming about. Even while asleep, she still wore a smile.

She looked silly, smiling so happily.

But before long, tear streaks appeared at the corners of Yan's eyes.

"Laughing and crying at the same time. How ugly."

Though she said that, Leng still wiped away Yan's tears. After watching over her for quite a while and seeing that she had completely calmed down, Leng finally lay down beside her and fell into a deep sleep.

A smile on her face.

That night, she had a dream. In it, she became Ximen Lang's Guardian Angel.

She also had two children, a boy and a girl, and completely ended her career as an angel.

Every day, she accompanied Ximen Lang and their two children, managing the household and raising them. In the dream, she loved to smile. Although the children were rather mischievous and made her angry all day long, she simply wanted to smile.

However, not everything in the dream was good.

For example, that big pig-hoof Ximen Lang brought home a "sister" for her after only a few years! Then, a few years later, he actually brought home another one! Strangely, this "sister" always gave her a familiar feeling, and she even carried a broken crown she had somehow dug up from somewhere.

That crown in particular seemed somewhat familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before.

She moved closer and took a careful look. Then she woke up.

The moment she opened her eyes, she saw Yan's face.

Yan was sleeping soundly, one leg draped over her, both arms tightly wrapped around her.

"I'm not a doll. Why are you hugging me?"

Leng carefully removed Yan's hands and slowly sat up. Fortunately, she hadn't disturbed Yan's sweet dream.

After washing her face in the bathroom, Leng finally woke up a little.

Then the more she thought about it, the stranger it seemed.

She returned to the bedroom and leaned closer to look at Yan, who was still asleep. Leng couldn't help blurting out,

"Damn! So it was you, you little brat!"

Ximen Lang felt somewhat aggrieved. Out of nowhere, Leng seemed to have something wrong with her.

Early that morning, just after he got up, she punched him.

When he asked her why, she wouldn't say. What kind of logic was that? Still, Ximen Lang didn't dare make a fuss. For some reason, he always felt as if he owed Leng something.

Whenever he saw her angry, he felt inexplicably guilty.

It made no sense at all!

I only gave her a Devil Fruit yesterday. If anyone owes anyone, she's the one who owes me!

But then he thought about it...

Could she have found out about the dream I had yesterday? No way, right?

Impossible, absolutely impossible! I have to believe in science!

But thinking about it carefully, life in that dream really had been great. With a beauty in each arm! Enviable!

Yan was equally bewildered.

For some reason, whenever she saw Leng today, she wanted to avoid her.

She didn't even dare look her in the eye! What kind of joke was this?!

I'm the dignified Left Wing Guardian! How could I be afraid of a mere Guardian Angel?

Even if she had already become a god, so what?!

I'm not afraid of her!

Still unwilling to believe it, she glanced at Leng, who was preparing breakfast. As luck would have it, Leng turned around and looked straight at her too.

In an instant, a pressure known as First Wife's Majesty rushed over her, pressing the air from her lungs.

It was only after she lowered her head that the pressure disappeared.

How strange!