110. Teaching My Husband Is Too Difficult

Sure enough, when they returned to the restaurant, Ninth Miss sent Little Jing away, leaving only Little Yun’er in the room.

Ninth Miss asked, “Who were you with last night?”

From the strange look in Ninth Miss’s eyes, Little Yun’er guessed that she must have detected Snowflake Sister’s fragrance on him. So he replied, “No one! I was alone last night.”

Ninth Miss smiled. “Don’t rush. Take your time thinking. You’re bound to remember what happened last night.”

Little Yun’er pretended to ponder, then suddenly said slyly, “Oh, that’s right—I remember now. How can you even ask me? Didn’t you abandon me by the roadside yesterday, leaving me so heartbroken that I cried all night? You’re truly heartless.”

Ninth Miss sighed softly. “Who told you to keep making me angry and refuse to behave?”

She thought to herself that she had slept poorly the night before, and it was all because of that little rascal.

Little Yun’er cried, “I’m not your son, so why should I always do as you say? After marriage, a woman follows her husband. You ought to listen to me instead. Clearly, you’ll never make a good wife. Whoever marries you is bound to suffer.”

Ninth Miss was about to lose her temper, but restrained herself and said, “Stop talking nonsense. I’ll ask you one more time—who exactly were you with last night?”

Little Yun’er deliberately put on an embarrassed expression. “That’s rather difficult to say. If I tell you, you’ll only get angry again. It’s probably better not to say anything.”

“It’s all right,” Ninth Miss said. “Go ahead. I won’t get angry anymore. I’ve had quite enough of the anger you’ve given me.”

Little Yun’er grinned. “Then I’ll be frank. Last night I was with you, Sister—but only in a dream. Could it be that you saw me in your dream too? They say that when two hearts are in harmony, they understand one another without words.”

Ninth Miss laughed. “Good Yun’er, are you trying to play the rogue again? Someone clearly saw you with a woman dressed in white last night. Stop denying it.”

Little Yun’er sighed. “Oh! How can you believe other people instead of me? What can I do? I may not be able to behave like a gentleman, but being a rogue isn’t so bad either. At least I can openly admit that I kissed and embraced you in my dream last night. Unlike those so-called gentlemen who dare to think but not to speak.”

That made Ninth Miss angry once more. She had deliberately left Little Yun’er behind the previous day and felt somewhat guilty about it. Today, she had intended to appear gentle and virtuous before him. But seeing his shameless, devil-may-care attitude only rekindled her temper.

Ninth Miss said coolly, “Very well. Since you refuse to be a gentleman, I needn’t act like a lady either. It seems I’ll have to use this whip to make you tell the truth.”

Little Yun’er cried out in alarm, “What? You’re going to use that useless thing against me?”

“Of course,” Ninth Miss replied with a smile. “Haven’t your eyes told you that already?”

Little Yun’er instinctively realized that it was time to run or hide again. Where could he find the safest and most reliable hiding place? Under the bed, naturally.

With a strange yell, he hurriedly crawled beneath the bed. Suddenly, he let out a cry of pain, clutching his head and shouting, “Ow!”

Ninth Miss smiled. “Good husband, I forgot to tell you: I had wooden boards nailed beneath the bed. I was afraid that you might crawl in there in high spirits and then refuse to come out.”

All Little Yun’er could do was throw back his head and howl, “What misery! I’m doomed again today!”

In truth, Little Yun’er would not suffer too terribly. Ninth Miss both hated and loved him, and practicing martial arts with him was a source of pleasure for her. She had also taught him a few simple yet practical techniques. Little Yun’er felt that his movements were powerful and vigorous, and that his might reached in every direction.

Carefree days always passed quickly. Before he knew it, more than half a month had gone by.

Little Yun’er felt that he had trained rather well, but he still had no real idea how strong he was. His hands and feet were itching for a challenge, and he wanted to find someone to spar with so he could see what his skills were truly worth.

But he could find no suitable opponent in the restaurant. Little Lan was far too cunning; the moment she saw him, she avoided him. Challenging the restaurant workers would be beneath his dignity, and Ninth Miss would never allow it anyway.

As for Little Hong and Little Jing, the difference between their skills was simply too great, so a sparring match would hardly be entertaining. Thus Little Yun’er decided to sneak out into the street and find someone to fight.