My Wife Came From A Thousand Years Ago

Chapter 186: It’s raining

The “Small Broken Site” only had two sections: the Parody Section and the Parody Materials Section. Xu Qing nearly smacked his thigh in frustration.

The video even had a tag: “The White Beginner’s Growth Path in the Duel Arena”. Xu Qing asked Jiang He to check the livestream. The views on the previously recorded videos had increased slightly, though not significantly.

“Is this what they call twisting words out of context?” Jiang He found it amusing. She clicked to watch again, finding Xu Qing’s confident tone and words funny when presented in this format.

“Honey, give me a kiss.”

“Get lost!”

The video interspersed clips of the female gunner mercilessly defeating her opponents.

“Should we... just skip today?” Xu Qing looked relieved. Although there was some buzz, it hadn’t gone viral. If it had, the barrage of comments teasing him about being afraid of his wife during a livestream would have been disastrous.

“What do you mean by ‘skip’?”

“Huh?” Jiang He turned back to look at him. “Why?”

“...”

Xu Qing was speechless. Jiang He looked quite pleased, after all. Most of the video showed her dominating—either instantly killing opponents or bullying Xu Qing—not that she actually bullied him.

“We’re not even married yet, and you’re calling me that.”

“Boyfriends and girlfriends can call each other that too. It’s going to happen sooner or later.”

“I don’t believe it.”

“Then what should I call you? Xiao He? Little Jiang? Xiao Jiang, give me a kiss.”

“Get lost.”

“Don’t blame me, then…”

Jiang He froze, her eyes widening in disbelief as her face visibly turned red.

“You kissed my foot?!”

Her arched instep formed an adorable curve.

Xu Qing nonchalantly kneaded her leg, acting as if nothing had happened.

“Don’t do anything perverted to me.” Jiang He’s eyes were filled with panic.

“Are you still going to tell me to get lost?”

“...”

She mumbled incoherently and yanked her leg back with effort. This man kept breaking her perceptions. They weren’t even married yet, and he was already like this. Wouldn’t he... wouldn’t he start kissing her everywhere like in movies after they got married?

It seemed Xu Qing was already prepared for something.

Jiang He stiffly stared at the computer screen, memories of what she had seen a few days ago flashing through her mind.

Thud! Xu Qing looked at Jiang He in surprise as she jumped up from her chair and dashed to her room.

“What are you doing?”

There was no reply.

Xu Qing couldn’t understand Jiang He’s extreme reaction. Just as he reached for the mouse to check who had made the parody video, Jiang He stomped back out, shut down the computer, and stood next to him, glaring.

“You… you… we…”

“What’s wrong?”

“You can’t beat me!”

“Uh… I know.” Xu Qing gave her a peculiar look.

“Good.” Jiang He glanced down at her calf with a serious expression before turning back to her room. She only came out again at dinnertime, wearing an apron to prepare food. Xu Qing was sitting by the window, holding her Chinese language textbook. Outside, the sky was darkening, and a cool breeze drifted in, creating a stark contrast with the brightly lit living room.

“You didn’t look at anything you shouldn’t have, right?” Xu Qing turned his head to ask.

Jiang He’s heart skipped a beat, but she kept her tone calm. “What shouldn’t I look at?”

“You know, like…”

“...Like what?”

They stared at each other for a moment. Xu Qing shook his head. “Nothing.”

Jiang He let out a sigh of relief, pursing her lips as she rummaged in the fridge before heading back to the kitchen with some ingredients.

Xu Qing’s gaze landed on the computer Jiang He had been using. Holding the book, he fell into deep thought.

Dinner was simple: pancakes from lunch sliced into thin strips and stir-fried with green beans, producing a fragrant dish. They also had egg drop soup, with each having two big bowls.

After living together for a while, their appetites started to align. Xu Qing’s grew larger, while Jiang He’s decreased slightly since she only practiced swordsmanship and skipped the more physically demanding drills and stances.

“Actually, it’s normal for humans to have certain needs. It’s just biology. Sometimes, those needs have to be addressed, which is why related industries exist, providing things for people to watch.”

During dinner, Xu Qing brought it up as if it were a casual comment.

“Oh.”

“So if there’s anything on a computer, it’s not perversion—it’s just artistic expression of... well, you get it.”

“I don’t.” Jiang He shook her head warily. Clearly, he was trying to bait her.

“It’s fine if you don’t understand. Just treat it as educational. It’s common knowledge, after all.”

Xu Qing didn’t notice anything unusual and casually sipped his egg drop soup after blowing on it lightly.

“So how do you deal with it?”

“Cough… cough, cough, cough!” Xu Qing nearly sprayed the soup through his nose. “I don’t need to deal with it.”

“Is that so?”

Jiang He nodded thoughtfully.

“You don’t believe me?” Xu Qing felt she might be misunderstanding him again.

“I do.”

“It was just an accident last time.”

“What accident?”

“...”

“...”

The sound of rain began tapping gently against the window. Xu Qing turned to look.

“It’s raining after all.”

“Yeah.” Jiang He also glanced outside. Winter Melon was perched on the windowsill, curiously pawing at the glass.

The gentle rain began falling that night, and both silently agreed not to bring up the incident where Xu Qing wet his pants again.

Xu Qing finished his soup, waited for Jiang He to finish as well, then cleaned up the dishes in the kitchen. Wiping his hands, he came out to find Jiang He holding Winter Melon while watching the parody video again. She seemed disappointed that Winter Melon hadn’t made it into the frame, so she let it watch the video with her.

“Time to study.” Xu Qing cleared his throat, pulling out a math book and tapping the table to urge her.

“Are you trying to live out your unfulfilled dream of being a teacher through me?”

“No, I just want you to study well and improve every day.”

Jiang He’s integration into modern life was accelerating, and Xu Qing was starting to feel the pressure. The lady knight wasn’t as clueless as she used to be.

“Mr. Xu.” Jiang He hugged the cat and tentatively called him. When Xu Qing reacted, her eyebrows shot up. “I knew it! You can’t deny it now!”

“...”

Xu Qing was caught off guard and froze for a moment.

“No, that’s not it at all! Studying means... don’t slack off. Do the exercises. Read the books!”

He grabbed her hoodie’s hood and tugged her back, pressing her shoulders down into the chair.

“If you don’t study, you won’t be able to calculate grocery prices, and you’ll get scammed every day.”

“I can calculate just fine!”

“Chives are two yuan per jin, eggs are 2.8 yuan per jin. If you buy 1.5 jin of chives and 2.5 jin of eggs, how much is that in total?”

“...”

“Don’t count with your fingers.”

“You can’t calculate it either.” Jiang He angrily let go of Winter Melon.

“It’s exactly ten yuan.”

Xu Qing pinched her cheek, causing her pout to deflate. Laughing, he said, “Now, get studying.”

Grumbling, Jiang He reluctantly picked up a pen and paper, muttering under her breath about only buying whole jins to avoid fractions... or just using a calculator. She glanced at Xu Qing, sighed, and resigned herself to flipping open her book.

By 7 PM, her math exercises were finally done. She hastily packed up her papers and books, shoving them under the coffee table in one bundle. Practicing martial arts as a child hadn’t been this exhausting.

“There might be more people tonight,” Xu Qing noted. He felt their content had veered off course. What started as a gaming livestream had turned into a martial arts stream, then a couple’s stream, and now...

Something bizarre.

“More people isn’t a bad thing, right?” To Jiang He, more viewers meant more money. The recorded videos generated passive income, better than manual labor.

“It has pros and cons, but overall, it’s good. If Small Broken Site notices your unregistered account, the worst that’ll happen is the channel gets shut down. Then we can take a break. That wouldn’t be too bad. With some experience and popularity, it’ll be easier for you to transition to a food channel later.”

Xu Qing turned on the TV and moved to his usual spot to stretch, continuing, “Alright, let’s get started.”

“Okay...” Jiang He didn’t think as far ahead as Xu Qing but trusted him completely. All she needed to do was play her games well.

The livestream began with background music playing. Xu Qing stood completely still in a martial arts stance while Jiang He focused on PK battles.弹幕 flashed on the screen, but it had little to do with her—people were there to watch Xu Qing.

Apart from the background music and the “hah!” sounds of skills activating in the duel arena, the stream had an eerie vibe.

Jiang He’s precise and deliberate keystrokes barely made her body move, making her appear motionless at a glance.

Half an hour later, Xu Qing ended his stance training, fetched a clothes rack from the storeroom, and began assembling iron rings next to Jiang He.

“666!”

“Impressive, impressive!”

“What is this divine technique?”

As expected, the viewership had increased by nearly 200 people compared to yesterday. Not too many, but not too few either. The newcomers marveled at the strange nature of the stream.

No one spoke for half an hour. One was training in a stance, while the other was engrossed in gaming…

“This isn’t some divine technique. It’s Hu Chi Quan—a style passed down from my great-grandfather’s time. It’s said to have origins with Xu Chu.”

Xu Qing explained leisurely while deftly assembling the iron rings with pliers. “And as for that parody? Whoever made it, show yourself. Making it look like I’ve got asthma… unbelievable.”

“This isn’t punishment. It’s called waist and leg coordination—a basic necessity for training. One day, I’ll get a wooden post to kick around as a demonstration.”

“It’s not boasting to say this: in my house, I call the shots. When I say one, she doesn’t dare say two. When I point east, she doesn’t dare head west. That’s what we call authority… family hierarchy, you get it? With her tiny frame, humph.”

Xu Qing continued his explanation while manipulating the tools in his hands, his tone steady and deliberate.

“‘Family hierarchy,’ got it.”

“Family hierarchy, lol.”

“‘Family hierarchy’—dying over here.”

The chat spammed repeated phrases while Jiang He glanced at Xu Qing, her lips twitching slightly but remaining silent. Let him say whatever he wanted—she’d settle the score in her own way.

On the screen, a small mistake led to Jiang He’s character being sent airborne and juggled by the opponent’s gunfire. She was more composed about losses now after so much PK experience. Calmly, she picked up a slice of dried sweet potato and popped it into her mouth.

“Want one?”

“No thanks. I don’t eat charity food.”

Xu Qing refused decisively, wary that Jiang He might casually toss the snack at him without even looking back. He’d never live it down.

“How is this charity food?”

“Just not eating it.”

Jiang He ignored him, flexed her wrist, and prepared for the next match. She’d recently bought a massive bag of sweet potato chips, enough to last over half a month. The cheap, tasty snack had become her favorite—one slice could last her ages.

However, her rank refused to climb. Playing as a female gunner without top-tier equipment capped her score at around 1500 points. With weaker characters eliminated early in the competitive ladder, the remaining opponents were decked out in premium outfits, complete with crucial speed-boosting attributes, making skill alone insufficient.

“Why not switch to a stronger character? This one’s too weak,” Xu Qing suggested.

“I feel like your comment, ‘too weak,’ might end up clipped into another parody video and used against me.”

Xu Qing chuckled, checking the chat, which echoed his advice with comments urging a change.

Anyone familiar with the game’s current version knew how remarkable it was for a poorly equipped female gunner to reach this rank. It was practically her limit.

“Pick a stronger class. If you reach 1600 points, someone might even pay you to lose a match. Easy money.”

Jiang He froze. “People actually do that?”

“Occasionally, yeah. The higher the rank, the more likely it happens. It’s like hitting a rare monster card while grinding.”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

Jiang He shut down the duel arena excitedly, ready to select a new character.

The screen froze in black.

“Haha, just stand still—here comes your Spring Festival outfit!”

“Don’t move! Alipay incoming!”

“Isn’t this... unethical?” one viewer questioned their side hustle.

“We’re just streaming for fun,” Xu Qing replied casually, checking the time—it was still ten minutes before 8 PM. “It’s not a serious gaming stream. It’s all about having a good time.”

“Besides, whether she can even reach that high a rank is still up for debate.”

“You should’ve told me earlier; I’d have reached it by now!” Jiang He rolled up her sleeves, looking like a money-grubbing maniac.

“6666!”

“Looking forward to it!”

“Hit 1600 points, and I’ll definitely go all-in with my support!”

The chat lit up, showering them with gifts. Jiang He munched on her sweet potato chips, glanced at the screen, and resisted asking if the gifts were for her. She knew the answer would disappoint her anyway.

Logging back into the game, she reached the character selection screen, triggering another wave of comments. Other streamers displayed rows of lavishly dressed characters, but Jiang He’s lineup resembled a poor neighborhood. Not a single costume in sight—just a bunch of Christmas hats that didn’t even match.

And the names: Hemiaomiao 13, Hemiaomiao 14… Hemiaomiao 32...

Viewers burst out laughing. One couldn’t hold back any longer.

Hu Da Tongshu: “Streamer, where’s the money you made with these grinding accounts? Not even one dressed up?”

“All spent on sweet potato chips.” Xu Qing tossed a slice into his mouth, watching Jiang He select a character.

“Smart budgeting.”

“Never heard of it—grinding for snacks? What kind of divine streamer is this?”

“I’m floored!”

“Now I want some, too.”

Jiang He selected a female ghost swordsman, Hemiaomiao 19.

“How about this one?” she asked Xu Qing.

“Perfect for you,” he replied.

The audience didn’t understand their exchange, but Jiang He did. After all, she practiced swordsmanship every day.

“Ghost swordsman, let’s go!” Xu Qing cheered her on.

Outside, the drizzle continued, tapping gently against the window. Jiang He dove into the duel arena while Xu Qing worked on his iron rings, carefully crafting another layer for the chainmail collar.

Streaming or not, Xu Qing had figured it out. Jiang He approached livestreaming the way he had once been as a content creator: unconcerned with clout or donations, just playing for herself. Watch if you want; leave if you don’t. Her only responsibility was to play her best—that was the entirety of the deal.

“I’m still wearing this ugly Christmas hat,” Jiang He grumbled, pointing at the screen. She planned to clear her matches while keeping the hat on.

Pure skill. Unbeatable.

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