Maybe My Soulmate! (GL)-Chapter 188: Coaxing your wife?

Mo Yuxin walked slowly back to Shanglong Peak, her heart heavy but determined. The cool night air brushed against her skin as she made her way along the winding mountain trail. In her mind, she replayed the awkward quarrel with Su Yubing and the harsh words that still stung like a sharp thorn. Now, she had to fix things. She remembered the warm advice from her junior sisters on Lingshu Mountain Peak, urging her to return and mend her bond with Su Yubing. With every step, her thoughts turned to their past moments—fun, silly, and tender—and she hoped that maybe a little laughter would heal the pain.

When Mo Yuxin reached Shanglong Peak, the familiar dwelling came into view. It was a small wooden building with a tiled roof, modest but comforting. The soft glow of a lantern shone through a window, and she knew Su Yubing was awake inside. Taking a deep breath, Mo Yuxin gently knocked on the door.

After a moment, the door creaked open, and Su Yubing peered out. Her eyes were tired and cautious, as if she were still guarding her heart. "What do you want, Mo Yuxin?" she asked in a low voice, trying to keep a distance.

Mo Yuxin stepped in slowly, her smile tentative. "I came back, Su Yubing," she said, her voice soft and a little awkward. "I…I wanted to talk. Please, can we sit down?"

Su Yubing hesitated, then nodded and stepped aside. The inside of the room was dimly lit by the warm light of the lantern. A small table, a couple of stools, and a faded painting on the wall filled the room. Mo Yuxin could almost feel the tension in the space.

They sat facing each other, a small gap between them. For a few long seconds, neither spoke. Finally, Mo Yuxin broke the silence.

"Su Yubing, I am really sorry about what happened," she began, her eyes sincere. "I said harsh words, and I acted in a way that hurt you. I was only worried, but that is no excuse."

Su Yubing crossed her arms and frowned a little. "You were angry, Mo Yuxin," she replied. "You raised your voice, and it felt like thunder. I… I did not like it."

Mo Yuxin looked down, her face turning a soft shade of red. "I know, and I feel terrible. I have been thinking about it all night. I even tried to write a poem—but it came out as gibberish." She chuckled nervously, hoping to lighten the mood.

Su Yubing's eyes softened just a bit. "A poem? Really?" she asked, a small smile tugging at her lips despite her attempt to remain stern.

"Yeah, really silly. Listen," Mo Yuxin said, clearing her throat. "'Oh, angry thunder in my heart,I did not mean to break apart.Your eyes are like gentle rain,Forgive me, ease this painful strain.'" She paused and glanced up hopefully.

For a moment, Su Yubing stared at her in silence. Then, unexpectedly, a giggle escaped her. "That is so clumsy," she said, trying to hide her amusement. "But… it's also kind of cute."

Mo Yuxin's eyes brightened at that small laugh. "You think so? I tried really hard to be poetic, even if it turned out like a clumsy storm." She stretched out her hand as if offering a peace treaty. "Please, let me make it up to you."

Su Yubing rolled her eyes in a mock-serious manner. "No. Go away. You don't need to care about me."

Mo Yuxin leaned forward, her tone earnest. "I do care, Su Yubing. I worry about you like the rain worries about a thirsty flower. I want to see you bloom, not wilt from my mistakes." She paused, then added with a mischievous glint in her eye, "And if you keep scolding me, I might just have to start practicing my lightning dance for you."

Su Yubing blinked, trying to hold back a laugh. "Lightning dance? What on earth does that mean?"

"Oh, nothing much," Mo Yuxin grinned, then tried to explain in an overly dramatic voice, "Imagine me, with hair flying wild in the wind, doing a silly jig, as if I were a bolt of lightning coming to dance with the moon!" She twirled her fingers in the air, mimicking a clumsy dance move.

Su Yubing burst out laughing, the sound echoing warmly in the quiet room. "That is absolutely ridiculous," she said between giggles. "You look more like a startled chicken than a thunder spirit!"

Mo Yuxin pretended to be offended. "A startled chicken? I'll have you know that even chickens can be majestic in their own way!" She winked, and both of them laughed together.

As their laughter subsided, the mood grew lighter. The tension that had filled the room earlier seemed to dissolve like mist in the morning sun. Mo Yuxin took a deep breath and decided to speak more seriously. "I want you to know that I truly regret the harsh tone I used. I care about you too much to let our bond be marred by anger."

Su Yubing's laughter faded into a gentle smile as she looked at Mo Yuxin. "I know, and I know you didn't mean it," she said softly. "It's just… sometimes I feel so fragile. When you shout, it feels like my heart gets squeezed too tight. I know you worry about me, but ..."

Mo Yuxin reached out and gently took Su Yubing's hand, squeezing it lightly. "I promise to be more gentle," she said. "I want you to feel safe with me, always."

Su Yubing responded absentmindedly, yawned with her hands covering her lips, and a trace of fatigue appeared between her eyebrows. She suddenly seemed to remember something, reached out to pick up the scroll that fell beside her, handed it to Mo Yuxin and said, "I'll compensate you with a painting, here."

Is this a painting? After hearing what Su Yubing said, she became furious.

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But compared to before Su Yubing seemed to have improved a little bit, and even knew to "compensate". Mo Yuxin took a deep breath and opened the painting. After just one glance, her face turned livid, and she threw the painting away as if she had touched a hot potato. All this happened in an instant. When she realized her action, she looked down and saw Su Yubing's drooping eyebrows and a trace of worry immediately flashed in her eyes.

"Sorry, I, I, I am being rude."Mo Yuxin forced a stiff smile, picked up the scroll and stuffed it into her sleeve. She looked at Su Yubing steadily, "A human body with a snake tail, that is the body of the ancestor saint Wahuang and the lineage of the demon lord worshipped by the demon country, how could you paint her?"

Su Yubing was confused and innocent: "Didn't you forget what happened during the battle of Wuhuan? Stimulate it, maybe you will remember it."

Mo Yuxin said a little fiercely: "I haven't forgotten."

Su Yubing added: "You just forgot about me."

Mo Yuxin opened her mouth, unable to refute. "I'm sorry....."

Su Yubing's eyes turned, she reached out to lift her hair, and smiled in Mo Yuxin's arms. Her emotions changed too quickly, as she raised her head and wiped the obviously fake tears from the corners of her eyes. She coughed lightly, blinked and explained: "You don't remember anything, do you? I just want to see how serious the disease is and whether there is still hope."

Mo Yuxin pursed her lips, feeling a little helpless. Seeing her sick and pale face, Mo Yuxin's heart ached as she reached out to smoothen the hair by Su Yubing's ears and said in a gentle voice,

"I'll take you to Medicine Valley to seek medical treatment in a few days."

Su Yubing replied lazily: "No."

Mo Yuxin frowned and asked in confusion: "Why?"

Su Yubing: "Poverty."

Mo Yuxin: "...My spirit stones are all with you."

"All?" Su Yubing looked at Mo Yuxin suspiciously. Mo Yuxin has a private vault, and there were several storage bags filled with spiritual stones to the brim. What she got was obviously just one of them. Seeing Mo Yuxin's eyes evading, Su Yubing snorted and pushed Mo Yuxin out and said,

"Hmmph.. stingy woman. Go away."

After saying this, Su Yubing didn't say anything anymore and got up to walk towards the direction of her or could be said, Mo Yuxin's bedroom in a lazy manner. She yawned a few times and was obviously tired, Seeing her like this, Mo Yuxin couldn't say anything to stop her but only muttered under her breath,

"If I give you vault, you would definitely empty them within a week."

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Su Yubing was really unwilling to go to the medicine valley for treatment as she rejected Mo Yuxin's proposal again and again for the next few days saying that she herself can refine pills for improving her condition.

In the past, when people in Cangran got injured, they rarely went to Medicine Valley for medical treatment. Instead, they went to Yuan Peak to find Tianji Yuan or just went there. Although the pills made by Tianji Yuan had strange side effects, such as dancing on the sword training ground after taking them, crying when seeing people... but these were harmless, at least the effect was good. And Tianji Yuan claimed that Su Yubing's ability in refining pills was better than hers, so she must be good.

But Su Yubing's meridians are all broken and her spiritual energy is not flowing smoothly. How can she refine pills?

Mo Yuxin's confusion was answered the next day.

She was in the hall looking at documents accumulated over a hundred years when she heard that the monks from Spirit herb Pavilion had arrived at Shanglong Peak.

Mo Yuxin frowned, somewhat puzzled. In Cangran, only the junior sister would come and go with spirit herb Pavilion. She suspected that the other party had gone to the wrong place, but since the person was already at the door, it would be difficult to expel him. If anything happened, she would call the junior sister over to deal with it. With this thought in mind, Mo Yuxin opened the restriction in the peak and let the paper crane take the monk into the hall.

"Mo Yuxin Yuanjun, these are top-grade dragon beard grass, restoration spirit grass, hundred-leaf jade flower, return spirit grass... a total of fifty-eight thousand ninety-one spirit stones. After rounding off the decimals, you only need to pay fifty-hundred thousand ninety spirit stones." The cultivator from the Spiritual Grass Pavilion was wearing a moon-white robe, holding a golden abacus in his hand, and spoke with a smile.

Mo Yuxin's hand trembled, and a drop of ink smudged on the document. She rubbed her brows, looked at the cheerful monk and said, "Dao You, are you mistaken? Shanglong Peak did not buy spiritual herbs."

The monk was stunned when he saw this, and said seriously, "Let me take a look." He glanced at the message left in the jade slip and grinned, "It's not the wrong one. It was purchased by Su Yuanjun. She asked us to send it directly to Shanglong Peak and said you would pay for it."

Mo Yuxin's eyelids jumped when she heard this. If she refused to pay, there might be rumors tomorrow. She bit her lower lip. Although her heart was bleeding, she could not show it. She took out the No. 2 storage bag, counted the spirit stones and handed it to the monk.

The monk saw that he had obtained the spirit stones, and without counting them, he bowed to Mo Yuxin and said, "Thank you for your patronage. Welcome to come again."

Mo Yuxin: "…" She didn't want to.

Just when she was thinking about handing the storage bag to Su Yubing, she saw her walking towards her slowly.

"You came at the right time." Mo Yuxin glanced at Su Yubing.

"You are so hardworking, how can I be lazy? I must set a good example for Ying'er." Su Yubing said with a smile.

If it weren't for knowing Su Yubing's lazy personality, Mo Yuxin would have believed Su Yubing's lies.

"Are these used for alchemy?" Mo Yuxin changed the subject. She looked up at Su Yubing who was getting closer and closer, and found that she was not in a good condition. Her cheeks were rosy, her eyes were a little blurred, and there was still a drop of crystal water on her eyelashes—like a crabapple washed by rain. "You—" Before Mo Yuxin finished asking, she smelled a very light aroma of wine. Mo Yuxin's expression suddenly changed, and she raised her voice and asked, "You drank?!"

"Hmm." Su Yubing's tone was brisk and slightly raised. She didn't notice Mo Yuxin's expression. She reached out and took the storage bag full of spiritual herbs from the table. Without blinking, she took out a spiritual grass and threw it into her mouth to chew. The spiritual grass was a necessary spiritual herb for refining the spirit pill, but the spiritual power contained in the grass was not gentle, but as fierce as a knife.

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