Principal Wen Shu was stunned.
She had prepared a whole speech to persuade Jiang Xun to accept this "goodwill," but she didn't expect to be blocked by such a light remark.
But the next second, her gaze towards Jiang Xun instantly changed from respectful to a higher level of admiration.
He refused!
He actually refused such a temptation that no man could refuse!
He, who was blessed by the heavens once in a million, was indeed no ordinary mortal!
"Yes! Yes!" Principal Wen Shu nodded repeatedly, her admiration almost overflowing. "It was my oversight! Sir, you are dedicated to a more important cause; it is we who are narrow-minded!"
Jiang Xun: "..."
It was true that his energy was limited, but not for studying.
He grumbled to himself, didn't explain further, and walked straight into the villa... Principal Wen Shu and the other school leaders left, completely convinced.
The villa's main door closed, cutting off all outside prying.
Su Qingyu couldn't hold on anymore; she kicked off her high heels and flopped onto the huge leather sofa in the living room with a "thud," groaning sprawled out.
"Oh my god! This old sister is exhausted! All these formalities, it's more tiring than a bride being carried in an eight-person sedan chair! My feet are practically sparking!"
Mu Qingxue, on the other hand, like a diligent housekeeper, began to check various facilities in the villa, from water temperature to the internet, meticulously.
Just then, her phone vibrated softly.
Seeing the caller ID, she walked to an unoccupied corner and answered the phone.
"Mom."
On the other end of the line, a dignified and calm female voice came through.
"Qingxue, have you arrived at the school?"
"Yes, Mom. Sir is very satisfied with the school's arrangements."
"That's good." The female voice paused, and her tone became extremely serious, "Remember, the nation's 'Tianhe Project' implies an exclusive protection period. This month is a golden time."
"During this month, you must use every method to completely solidify your position! You must let Jiang Xun, and everyone else, know that you, Mu Qingxue, are his only, unshakeable official wife!"
"After a month, when the protection period ends, countless wolves and tigers will pounce, and by then, it will be difficult for you to gain a firm footing."
Mu Qingxue's knuckles holding the phone turned slightly white, and she nodded heavily.
"I understand, Mom."
"I know what to do."
After hanging up the phone, Mu Qingxue's eyes became incredibly resolute.
Night fell.
Jiang Xun had just finished showering, wearing a loose bathrobe, and was leaning on a lounge chair on the second-floor terrace, enjoying the breeze.
Suddenly, the roar of a truck came from far away, then closer, stopping below the villa.
He looked down in confusion.
He saw a huge box truck parked in the garden, and Mu Qingxue was directing several female bodyguards in black suits to unload large boxes from the truck.
The scene looked like she was moving her entire home.
"What's going on?"
Jiang Xun frowned.
Soon, Mu Qingxue came upstairs, a strange blush on her face, holding a tablet computer in her hand.
"Sir."
She walked up to Jiang Xun and bowed slightly.
"To better... serve you, and to make our 'marital life' more harmonious and interesting, I have made some preparations."
She handed over the tablet computer.
On the screen was a beautifully crafted PPT.
The title was—[N Solutions for Enhancing the Quality of Nighttime Life].
Jiang Xun: "..."
Before he could say anything, Mu Qingxue had already walked to the boxes that had just been moved into the living room and opened one of them.
The box was full of various exquisitely made Cosplay costumes.
Mu Qingxue took out two sets from it, as if displaying merchandise, and said to Jiang Xun:
"For example, we could try role-playing. This is Mercy from Overwatch, representing healing and guardianship."
She picked up another set; the tight red and blue colors were incredibly familiar.
"This is Spider-Man, representing the friendliness and vitality of a neighborhood hero."
She opened another box, which even contained armor and props with a metallic texture.
"If you prefer something with more confrontation, I also have full sets of Alliance and Horde transmogs from World of Warcraft..."
She opened seven or eight boxes in one go, and the living room was instantly filled with all sorts of bizarre costumes, from anime to games, from mythology to sci-fi, everything imaginable, almost piled up into small mountains.
Jiang Xun looked at this half-truck full of "battle suits," then at Mu Qingxue, who had a serious expression as if giving a project report, and he felt completely numb.
Damn! This is too competitive!
Mu Qingxue seemed completely unaware of how shocking her actions were; she turned the tablet to the last page, which was a scrollable list.
"Sir, this is the complete costume list and corresponding character backstories. You can choose tonight's... 'course theme'."
She looked up, her eyes full of anticipation and a hint of imperceptible nervousness, like a student waiting for a teacher to grade homework.
"May I ask, which lesson would you like to take first tonight?"
Mu Qingxue's voice carried a hint of nervousness that she herself hadn't noticed.
She was like a job applicant awaiting the final interview results, laying out all her skills, all her preparations, all her trump cards before Jiang Xun.
Jiang Xun's gaze swept over the mountain of Cosplay costumes, then returned to Mu Qingxue's delicate face, which was filled with a desire for approval.
Her eyes were sparkling, full of expectation.
It was as if, as long as Jiang Xun nodded, she could immediately transform into an angel or Spider-Man, performing an exclusive show just for him.
Jiang Xun didn't speak.
He just leaned lazily on the lounge chair, picked up a glass of ice water nearby, and slowly took a sip.
Treating marital life as a project to compete in, and even coming up with a course list... Sis, your level of professionalism in this internal competition is truly top-tier.
Jiang Xun was almost laughing out loud in his heart, but his face remained as calm as ever.
Mu Qingxue saw that he was slow to respond, and her heart grew more and more anxious.
Were these themes not novel enough?
Or... was Sir displeased with her "proactive" approach?
Her mind raced, and she began to reflect on whether she had gone wrong somewhere.
"Sir, if you are not satisfied with these themes, I also have backup plans."
She immediately pulled up another document on the tablet computer.
"This is a classic scene reproduction plan compiled based on the top one hundred highest-grossing films worldwide..."
"Stop."
Jiang Xun finally spoke, his voice not loud, but it instantly froze all of Mu Qingxue's movements.
"Sir?"
Mu Qingxue's heart leaped into her throat.
"Put these things away. There's plenty of time."
Jiang Xun pointed to the pile of valuable "battle suits," his tone flat.
"Put... put them away?"
Mu Qingxue was completely bewildered; she couldn't understand Jiang Xun's intention at all, and a huge sense of loss and frustration welled up in her heart.
Did she... mess up?
"Yes, put them away."