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Chen Chuan opened the door.

Standing outside the door was none other than Ji Siyu.

She was dressed in a pale purple gown, her ink-black hair cascading down to her waist like a waterfall. Her expression was as cold as the moon, and her eyes were like deep, frigid pools, devoid of any ripples.

”Is something the matter?”

Chen Chuan asked calmly, though a hint of vigilance rose in his heart.

The woman before him was not only his wife but also the Reincarnation of a God Emperor. Once she awakened her memories, she could turn him into ashes with a flick of her finger.

Ji Siyu clearly hadn’t expected Chen Chuan to open the door so quickly.

A nearly imperceptible flicker of surprise crossed her eyes before she regained her habitual indifference.

”The lunch... did you make it?”

Her voice was cold, and her gaze carried obvious suspicion.

Chen Chuan realized that this was what it was about.

”I made it.”

Chen Chuan responded flatly.

Ji Siyu was visibly stunned; she hadn’t expected Chen Chuan to admit it so straightforwardly.

In her impression, this playboy was useless at everything except eating, drinking, and having fun. How could he possibly have such skills?

Those dishes had seemed simple, but the heat control was precise and the seasoning exquisite—definitely not the work of an amateur.

She wanted to expose Chen Chuan’s lie.

Ji Siyu immediately spoke up, ”Accompany me to buy groceries; you will cook.”

She stared fixedly at Chen Chuan, waiting for his excuses to decline.

How could a playboy who couldn’t even take care of his basic needs actually know how to cook?

”Fine.”

Chen Chuan agreed without a second thought.

This unexpected response left Ji Siyu stunned once again.

The interrogation she had prepared got stuck in her throat, leaving her to barely maintain her icy expression: ”Then let’s go now.”

”Wait a moment, I’ll change my clothes,” Chen Chuan said, gently closing the door.

Standing outside the door, a trace of confusion rose in Ji Siyu’s heart.

Today’s Chen Chuan seemed a bit different from usual.

On the way to the market, the two walked one after the other.

Ji Siyu was unwilling to walk side-by-side with Chen Chuan, but for some reason, she felt an indescribable change in him today.

She couldn’t help but steal a glance at him.

Indeed, Chen Chuan’s originally frail frame seemed much more upright.

His originally pale complexion had become ruddy and healthy, and his entire being radiated an unspeakably ethereal temperament.

Even his gait was no longer the listless shuffle of the past; instead, he was composed and confident, as if he had become a different person.

He seemed to have become... more handsome.

”What am I thinking?”

Ji Siyu shook her head abruptly, trying to dispel these absurd thoughts.

Chen Chuan was just an uneducated playboy. Even if his appearance had changed, it couldn’t change his wretched nature.

Ji Siyu would never forget how Chen Chuan had beaten, scolded, and humiliated her.

”What’s wrong with you?”

Chen Chuan noticed Ji Siyu’s strangeness and asked.

”Nothing.”

Ji Siyu responded coldly and quickened her pace to walk ahead, unwilling to look at him again.

Watching her back, Chen Chuan felt puzzled.

This wife of his, the Reincarnation of the God Emperor, had a cold and unpredictable temperament. He had to deal with her carefully to avoid her settling scores with him once she awakened her memories in the future.

While both were occupied with their own thoughts, a frivolous voice came from not far away.

”Si Yu! What a coincidence to meet you here.”

A young man wearing the uniform of Qingyun Academy approached them with an arrogant expression.

This person was Zhang Yunfeng, who was somewhat famous within Qingyun Academy and was also one of Ji Siyu’s many suitors.

Zhang Yunfeng’s gaze lingered on Ji Siyu for a moment before turning to Chen Chuan, asking with feigned ignorance, ”Si Yu, and this is?”

Ji Siyu’s brow furrowed slightly, her tone distant: ”My husband, Chen Chuan.”

”So it is Young Master Chen.” Zhang Yunfeng gave a mock salute, his eyes full of contempt. ”I have heard much of your name. I heard Young Master Chen comes from a prestigious family, so your cultivation must be extraordinary? One who is worthy of Si Yu must surely be a Cultivation Genius.”

Chen Chuan’s expression remained unchanged as he said calmly, ”Young Master Zhang overpraises me. I am just an ordinary person, unable to Cultivate.”

A look of triumph flashed in Zhang Yunfeng’s eyes as he said sarcastically, ”Oh? Then what is to be done? Si Yu is so beautiful; isn’t it worrying that you lack the ability to protect her?”

Ji Siyu’s face darkened. ”Zhang Yunfeng, my affairs are none of your concern. Chen Chuan, let’s go.”

Seeing Ji Siyu about to leave, Zhang Yunfeng actually reached out to grab her.

However, before his hand could touch Ji Siyu’s sleeve, it was slapped away harshly with a loud smack.

”Zhang Yunfeng, I am already a married woman. Please show some respect.”

Ji Siyu’s tone was as cold as frost.

Zhang Yunfeng did not get angry but laughed instead:

”Si Yu, why be so stubborn? Everyone knows that husband of yours is a well-known waste and a fool; he simply doesn’t deserve you—”

Before he could finish his sentence, Chen Chuan suddenly raised his leg and kicked him away.

Zhang Yunfeng crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up dust and drawing the stares of passersby.

”You... you dare hit me?”

Zhang Yunfeng scrambled up, his face full of disbelief, and then roared as he charged at Chen Chuan.

Chen Chuan didn’t dodge. When the other was close, he raised his hand and delivered a loud slap.

Zhang Yunfeng was slapped back several steps, half of his face instantly becoming red and swollen.

”You’re looking for death!”

Enraged, Zhang Yunfeng rushed forward to fight Chen Chuan with his life.

However, before he could strike, Chen Chuan slapped the other side of his face. The force was so great that it left Zhang Yunfeng’s ears ringing.

”Get out.”

Chen Chuan said only one word, but his gaze made Zhang Yunfeng feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

That gaze was cold as a blade and carried a piercing murderous intent, as if he would take his life in the next second.

Zhang Yunfeng had never seen such a terrifying gaze. He was instantly terrified, and all his harsh words got stuck in his throat.

”Just you wait!”

In the end, he could only throw out that line and leave in disgrace.

Ji Siyu stood to the side, shocked into silence.

This husband of hers, who had always been weak and incompetent, not only dared to move against Zhang Yunfeng today but could also easily subdue him?

This was completely unlike the Chen Chuan she knew.

”Let’s go. Don’t we still need to buy groceries?”

Chen Chuan turned around and returned to his calm and indifferent manner, as if nothing had happened just now.

Ji Siyu followed silently, but her heart was in turmoil.

Who exactly was this Chen Chuan?

After buying groceries at the market, Ji Siyu walked ahead alone, carrying the bags.

Meanwhile, Chen Chuan followed unhurriedly behind her with his arms crossed over his chest.

Ji Siyu felt very aggrieved. She had to take care of this playboy and incompetent husband every day, and she was exhausted.

Now, Chen Chuan was acting so indifferent, as if none of it had anything to do with him.

To test whether Chen Chuan could actually cook, Ji Siyu had specially bought a lot of groceries, filling both her hands.

Yet this bastard Chen Chuan didn’t even know to come forward and lighten her burden.

The more Ji Siyu thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. Her heart grew increasingly heavy. What sins had she committed in her past life to marry such a man?

This bastard couldn’t Cultivate, was a waste, and was even more incompetent—utterly useless. There wasn’t a single merit to be found in him.

As she thought, tears uncontrollably spilled from Ji Siyu’s eyes.

With her hands full of groceries, she couldn’t wipe her tears, so she could only quicken her pace toward home.

Upon returning home and putting the groceries in the kitchen, Ji Siyu walked toward her room.

”Cook the meal yourself; I’m going to my room to rest.”

Feeling resentment toward Chen Chuan, Ji Siyu didn’t want to speak with him much.

Chen Chuan nodded without saying much, then walked into the kitchen and began to get busy.