Anyone who had served as an immortal in the Heavenly Court and been married knew one thing.
When your wife suddenly began lamenting spring and mourning autumn, humbled herself by claiming her beauty was as frail as reeds and willows, and made vague, barbed remarks about some Dragon Maiden...
She was absolutely not feeling insecure. She was yearning, desperately.
Yearning for what?
No need to say it, no need to say it. It was all a contribution to the propagation of living beings across the Three Realms.
The moment Chen Wei heard Yang Chan's sour, baited words, everything clicked. He slipped an arm around her waist and began pouring out sweet nothings.
"Chan'er, how could you say that?"
"I see how hard you work looking after our two children at home, and every bit of it aches in my heart. Look, as soon as I finished the handover in the Netherworld, I didn't dare stay even another moment. I rushed straight back! However wonderful it is out there, how could it compare to even half of my Chan'er's charms?"
Having said that, Chen Wei lowered his head and leaned close to Yang Chan's ear.
The words flowed like drifting clouds and running water, brimming with sincerity. He hadn't even blinked.
Held in his arms, Yang Chan softened a little and made no attempt to pull away. She tilted her head slightly, gave a soft snort through her delicate nose, and cast him a sidelong glance. "Hmph. You certainly make it sound nice. Then tell me, how warm was the tea you drank yesterday at the Discipline Inspection Court?"
An inspection.
A sudden inspection, without a shred of logic.
But Chen Wei's reaction deserved first place in the Heavenly Court. Without the slightest hesitation, he blurted out, "Thirty percent!"
"Really?" Yang