Chapter 11: 10. Please Save My Father

10. Please Save My Father

After rejecting those female cultivators who came to hint at wanting to be kept, Chen An turned and returned to the house, walking to his little wife who was cleaning up the bowls and chopsticks and saying:

"Ying, I'll take you to the market to stroll around and buy some supplies."

"I obey Husband."

Song Huaying smiled sweetly, her beautiful eyes curving into crescents.

After simply changing into clothes for going out, the husband and wife soon went out to the market to shop.

As for the risk of being robbed, Chen An didn't worry at all.

Because just now, he took out 10 low-grade Spirit Stones and handed them to Manager Zhang, who was coming to collect the rent, asking him to protect his and his little wife's safety while he was collecting rent at the market.

Manager Zhang agreed happily.

After all, it was Spirit Stones he could earn with a wave of his hand; not earning them would be stupid.

Arriving at the market.

The husband and wife followed closely behind Manager Zhang.

Manager Zhang collected rent door to door in front, and the two followed behind, buying supplies along the way.

They bought firewood, rice, oil, and salt, medicinal herbs needed for alchemy, and daily necessities.

During this time, they passed by music shops, bookstores, and teahouses, and went in to buy some musical instruments, chess sets, poetry books, and calligraphy and paintings.

This was bought by Chen An specifically.

He knew that his little wife was a young lady from a scholarly family and liked zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting, so he thought of buying them back for her to pass the time when she was bored.

Song Huaying liked these gifts very much and, taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, secretly kissed her husband.

Although it was just a touch like a dragonfly skimming the water, it made her blush with shame.

【You gave your wife Song Huaying her favorite gift, Affection +3.】

After buying the things.

The husband and wife returned to their residence under Manager Zhang's escort.

"Alchemist Chen, buying so many things at once without hesitation, it seems you have really earned quite a few Spirit Stones recently."

"I look forward to you moving to the Core Area to be my neighbor soon, and I'll treat you to a drink then."

After leaving these two sentences with a smile, Manager Zhang left humming a tune happily.

Returning to the house, the husband and wife classified and put away the things they bought.

After finishing, Song Huaying found a place to sit down, looking at the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting tools in her hands, unable to put them down.

She carefully picked up a bamboo flute carved with patterns and tried blowing a few times.

The tone was good, and the mouthfeel was also good.

"Husband, do you have any songs you particularly want to hear? No matter what song it is, I can play it for you with this bamboo flute."

Song Huaying waved the bamboo flute in her little hand a bit playfully, saying confidently.

Chen An liked confident girls, so he decisively said all the songs he had heard in his thirty-plus years, letting his little wife play them all for him to hear.

As a result, his little wife was also a ruthless person who did what she said, playing them for Chen An from day to night, until her little mouth was numb.

"Cough... cough cough!"

"Come, come, hurry up and sit down and drink some water to moisten your throat, don't cough yourself sick."

"No need, I can still play!"

"Alright, alright, really don't play anymore, I know how good Ying is."

Chen An was also surprised that his little wife would be so stubborn.

You silly girl, I let you play all these songs for me to hear, and you really played them all?

This is really... persistent to the point of being a bit cute.

After persuading her for a while, Chen An snatched the bamboo flute from his little wife's hand and let her sit down and rest for a while. 【11

The dead of night was completely silent.

The couple, having nothing to do, changed into their sleepwear early and lay on the bed to rest.

Song Huaying, snuggled in Chen An's arms, suddenly sat up and asked:

"Husband, since we haven't had marital relations for so long, do you feel very uncomfortable?"

"I don't. Your husband has amazing willpower."

"That's good."

After saying this, Song Huaying lay back down, pressed her pretty face against Chen An's chest once more, and enjoyed listening to his strong heartbeat.

But not long after, she sat up again, looked into Chen An's eyes with a pained expression, and said:

"Husband, I know you must be very uncomfortable."

"I really don't."

"You definitely are."

"Alright, it is indeed a bit uncomfortable."

"Husband..."

"Alright, go to sleep. I have to wake up early tomorrow to refine pills."

"..."

After Chen An fell asleep, Song Huaying gently got out of bed, crawled on the floor to pull out a book titled *Room Art* from under the bed, and tiptoed to the window to flip through it by the moonlight.

Back when she was still a young lady of a wealthy family, she had inadvertently learned of the existence of such a strange book from her personal maid.

It was said that this book could teach many women techniques on how to please their husbands while pregnant, preventing their husbands from being unable to resist temptation and being hooked away by other vixens.

Chen An, who was lying on the bed pretending to sleep, opened his eyes slightly to look at his little wife standing by the window studying the *Room Art* earnestly, and couldn't help but smile helplessly.

Only today did he discover that his little wife could be quite stubborn at times.

"Forget it, since she likes it, I'll let her be from now on."

Chen An thought to himself, and soon closed his eyes again, not knowing whether he was asleep or not.

Days continued to pass one by one.

Ever since that night, in the days that followed, whenever it was time to go to bed at night, Song Huaying would use some of the techniques she had learned from the book to please Chen An as much as possible.

While enjoying it, Chen An couldn't help but think that the author of this *Room Art* was truly a talent; where on earth did they learn so many tricks? Could they also be a transmigrator who had seen countless films?

In the blink of an eye, several more days passed.

It was a sunny day with birds singing and flowers fragrant, and a rabbit had run into the courtyard from somewhere.

It was fluffy, very cute, and very popular with girls.

Chen An's fingers flashed with golden light, and he poked it to death directly to take it into the kitchen to make soup.

Two hours later.

The soup was ready.

Chen An brought it into the room to feed his little wife, to nourish her body.

"Husband, what kind of soup is this?"

"Chicken soup."

Chen An lied through his teeth.

After drinking the soup and resting for a while.

Song Huaying used her hands and feet on the bed to repay her husband; when she got tired, she would lean against her husband's head and whisper all sorts of warm, sticky, sweet nothings into his ear, trying her best to make up for her inability to share the bed.

A few days later.

Chen An opened the panel to check the data.

【Golden Finger: Entry (58/100)】

【Alchemy: First-tier Intermediate (292/500)】

【Wife: Song Huaying】

【Attribute: Repay a drop of kindness with a gushing spring】

【Affection: 2 stars (253/500)】

【Alchemy experience provided: 276】

【Golden Finger proficiency provided: 52】

After looking at it carefully, the progress bars for both the Golden Finger and Alchemy had only increased by a very small amount.

There was no help for it; after all, his little wife was pregnant and they couldn't engage in marital intimacy.

But what was gratifying was that the progress bar for the affection level had risen a lot, already past the halfway point.

3-star marital affection was just around the corner.

Chen An looked at his little wife sleeping soundly beside him, his gaze falling on her abdomen, which was gradually beginning to show, and a trace of impatience couldn't help but arise in his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, his little wife was already more than three months pregnant.

As long as he persisted for a few more days, he would soon be able to engage in marital intimacy with his little wife again and work hard to improve his alchemy experience and Golden Finger proficiency.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Alchemist Chen!"

"Alchemist Chen, are you home!"

A series of urgent knocks came from outside the door, along with a woman's shout that sounded very anxious.

Chen An tucked the quilt in for his little wife, then walked out of the room unhurriedly.

Arriving in the hall, he picked up a bamboo pole as usual to lift the curtain in front of the window from a distance to see who was looking for him.

Upon lifting it, he discovered it was the young female cultivator who lived opposite and often came out to dump urine.

"Alchemist Chen, wuwu... my father... he has fallen ill. Please, save my father. As long as you can save him, I will do anything you ask, even be a concubine or a slave, wuwuwuwu..."

The young and beautiful female cultivator outside the window, seeing Chen An appear before her eyes, immediately burst into tears and begged with sobs.

PS: Setting out the bowl, begging for monthly tickets and recommendation tickets!