My Wife Is The Final Boss-Chapter 929 - 514: Yun Qian Can’t Get Used To It

Half an hour passed in a flash.

To the right of Xu Chang’an, Yun Qian held the corner of Xu Chang’an’s clothes with her left hand, sipped juice with her right hand, while her gaze was fixed on the stage.

The performances prepared by the girls were very innovative, featuring small plays that Yun Qian hadn’t seen, focusing on the love stories of young women, with melodious singing akin to songbirds.

These plays mostly revolved around romance, which greatly interested Yun Qian.

Recently, she had been keen on stories of all kinds, initially drawn to the novels Xu Chang’an wrote while practicing his calligraphy.

Some stories ended well, others poorly, but she enjoyed them all without deeming any story as lowly or inferior.

Yun Qian felt she gained a lot of important insights from novels, like some principles of life and what the heroine might be like.

Yun Qian often imagined herself and Xu Chang’an as characters in books, so as long as she was with her husband, the endings were of little significance.

The same applied to operas; they were similar to novels, yet Yun Qian felt they had less immersive experience compared to novels.

Maybe if she actually played a role on stage, she would integrate better?

Yun Qian took a light sip of the juice and turned to look at Wen Li.

Neither Yun Qian nor Xu Chang’an felt uncomfortable due to a third person’s gaze, especially since Wen Li was a girl both of them liked, hence the atmosphere was quite pleasant.

As the performance deepened, Wen Li’s attention focused largely on the stage.

Yun Qian mused that this girl also liked listening to stories; she had previously recommended the novels Xu Chang’an had written to Wen Li, who read them quite attentively.

Therefore, she liked Wen Li.

She withdrew her gaze and glanced at Xu Chang’an.

Even though she held his clothing while he wrapped his arm around her waist, it was evident that Xu Chang’an was very interested in the opera, engrossed in it.

In matters unrelated to his own, Yun Qian seldom saw him this focused.

Just like the girl in yellow said, does he enjoy listening to operas?

If her husband genuinely liked it, Yun Qian thought she would want to learn.

Could a woman sing opera?

Based on what she just learned, this might be seen as an extremely humble act, something he likely wouldn’t allow.

He always refused even when she wished to learn cooking in the kitchen.

However, Yun Qian believed that Xu Chang’an’s preferences were more important than anything else and couldn’t understand why the girls on stage singing a couple of lines would be considered degrading.

She thought those girls who could capture Xu Chang’an’s attention were quite impressive.

Therefore.

Yun Qian’s gaze swept across a particular girl below the stage.

Actually, the "Qing" in Ah Qing wasn’t the "Cyan Snake" Qing.

Nor the "Shi Qingjun’s" Qing.

Nor even the "Qingyi" Qing.

But rather——’Miss Aqing’ Qing.

Whom Xu Chang’an once said was his favorite among all the female characters in the books.

Just this one, meant more than any other significance.

"Miss."

"Eh."

Miss Yun suddenly realized she was being stone-heartedly oblivious to the opera, indulging in idle thoughts.

"What’s making you daydream?"

Xu Chang’an took the juice from Yun Qian’s hand and sipped it, then asked, "Are you not used to listening?"

"A bit," Yun Qian nodded.

If she truly liked it, she wouldn’t be daydreaming, thinking about unrelated matters.

Xu Chang’an could understand.

After all, operas could be challenging to comprehend for newcomers, hence Yun Qian not fully engaging with it was understandable to him.

What a pity.

If Miss Yun didn’t enjoy watching, it meant he wouldn’t have the opportunity to discuss the plot with her.

He felt slightly disappointed.

Just as he was contemplating, Xu Chang’an suddenly froze, his heart skipped a beat.

Oh no.

How could he show such a disappointed expression in front of Miss Yun?!

Wasn’t this asking for trouble?

Sure enough.

Upon seeing Xu Chang’an’s fleeting look of regret, Yun Qian’s eyes, which seemed glazed with drowsiness, immediately became clear. It was as if Xu Chang’an inadvertently triggered a keyword, striking a chord with her.

She couldn’t let him down.

This was also the most significant principle in her worldview.

After all, disappointment leads to unhappiness.

But...

Why?

Was it because she mentioned her unfamiliarity with listening?

"You said..."

"It’s nothing." Yun Qian’s inquiry was interrupted by Xu Chang’an.

Suddenly, he produced a candied fruit seemingly from nowhere and popped it into Yun Qian’s mouth, using the syrup to stifle her questions.

"An Xin," Xu Chang’an held onto Yun Qian’s waist with added firmness, "It’s just... because I haven’t heard the story before, I’m a bit intrigued, it has little to do with Miss."

"...Yeah." Eating the candied fruit, Yun Qian responded.

She knew Xu Chang’an wouldn’t lie to her.

However, he would wield the ’art of speech.’

For instance, his claim that it had little to do with her suggested there was still a minor connection.

Yun Qian actually pondered the difference between the operatic stories and those in her Treasure Vault, detailing the stories of many girls and husbands.

After contemplating it for a while, Yun Qian gazed at the stage where the girls in bright makeup were performing, landing her vision on a girl in a pink skirt, knowing she found it hard to fathom.

With Miss Yun’s simplicity, instead of pondering profound questions, she might as well consider if she would look good in such a skirt or if it might more effectively capture his gaze.

Undeniably, the girls on stage with their sparkling eyes, graceful figures, and alluring voices amplified their allure.

Speaking of which, they were indeed brothel girls, always imparting new inspiration to Yun Qian in such matters.

The curtains rose, the entire venue fell silent, and a young girl in a red skirt and embroidered shoes stepped gracefully forward, using a handkerchief to slightly veil her face, her eyes brimming with charm.

"A new act begins," Xu Chang’an maintained his composure, entirely unburdened by any guilt for deceiving Miss Yun.

"Yeah."

Yun Qian remained silent, attempting to understand the play performed by the girls on stage. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

A long time passed.

As the girls exited the stage, Yun Qian tilted her head.

The story remained a love story, though the ending wasn’t very happy, the emotional girls below stage looked teary-eyed.

Yun Qian thought that separation was no big deal. According to the storyline, the protagonists would likely have another chance to meet in the future.

Therefore, Yun Qian found it hard to understand.

In her heart, as long as they could meet again and be familiar with each other after reuniting, it was the best thing under heaven.

How could it be what the girls below deemed a tragedy?

Xu Chang’an placed his hand near her mouth, and Yun Qian spat out the candied fruit’s pit.

"Why hold it and not spit after finishing?" Xu Chang’an said helplessly.

"Listening to the opera."

Xu Chang’an was surprised Yun Qian actually listened.

"Do you really like listening to operas?" Yun Qian suddenly asked.

With Xu Chang’an’s personality, how would he be inclined to enjoy operas?

Xu Chang’an had never mentioned to her that he liked them, so it shouldn’t be that he liked them.

Miss Yun had been puzzled by this from the start.