The Arch-Enemy Must Not Become a Wife

Recalling the scene in the rain that day, Chu Xuan couldn’t help but smile knowingly. He lay beside Su Mengqing, holding her hand.

Since breaking off completely with Qingqing, Gu Haitang, and Ji Mingyu, Chu Xuan felt relaxed for the first time, and soon he fell into a deep sleep.

When Qing’er saw that he was really asleep, she just buried her head in his chest, gently inhaling his scent, and felt that her boring life gained a bit more interest~

And outside the Celestial Tier, Ji Mingyu was still unaware of what had happened, just bitterly pondering, hoping that Chu Xuan would come out of this wretched place soon.

....

When Chu Xuan woke up, he saw Qing’er rarely lying quietly on the bed, supporting herself with her elbows, holding a wolf hair brush in one hand and pressing the rice paper with the other, painting him casually.

Her two small white feet dangled in mid-air, gently swaying, as the sunlight from outside the hall reflected broken bright glimmers off the thin golden chain~

Chu Xuan swept his gaze across her snowy, delicate body, a smile playing on his lips, "I thought I must have been woken up by your antics."

Qing’er pouted slightly, with a bit of displeasure, "What do you take me for? An insatiable courtesan?"

Saying this, she added another stroke to her painting.

Chu Xuan turned to look, and on the canvas, not only was he painted, but upon closer inspection, it was the smoky mountain painting from the screen before, but now the main character was no longer the woman in green facing the surging river, leaving only a back view.

A pretty, handsome man in white stood by the river, while the woman in green sat beside him, holding his hand, with a bright smile on her face~

"Is it good?" Qing’er propped her chin, tilting her head to look at Chu Xuan.

"It’s good, Qing’er is really impressive." Chu Xuan kissed her cheek.

The screen was called "The Fairy in the Painting," a Celestial-tier treasure Chu Xuan personally refined for Qing’er. The final part of the drawing was taken step by step by Chu Xuan, with Qing’er standing among the landscape for him to paint.

Back then, the Celestial Evil Demon Venerable knew a bit about artifact refining, alchemy, and arrays, as he was a loose cultivator, a demon path enthusiast without connections, he had to know a little bit of everything.

Among them, his artifact refinement was the most accomplished, even creating a unique refining method, passed down through generations.

The various grades of "Xuanming Armor," modeled after the "Blood God Armor," are still circulated within several major demon sects, such as the Celestial-tier version in the Li’an Demon Sect, which should be his work.

Upon hearing her sweetheart’s praise, Su Mengqing grinned widely, "You used to complain about my lack of direction; these years, with nothing else to do, I picked up some piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting."

"Speaking of which, didn’t you always have a flair for painting in the past? Can you still paint now?"

Chu Xuan shook his head, "Not anymore, just some fragmented memories, either painting for you or other women."

Qing’er seemed a bit jealous upon hearing this, "Not just that, you were fond of the ’Jingzhao Brow Tint,’ ’Zhang Chang Paints Brows’ style."

"You liked painting eyebrows for women, applying rouge, hmph, no ambition, thinking only about women all day long."

Chu Xuan felt a bit awkward, only coughing and changing the subject, "In your opinion, what kind of person was I before?"

He added a sentence, "Was I totally different from now?"

Qing’er shook her head, "Kind of similar to now, wearing various masks due to different environments, in my eyes you’ve never changed, you have an interesting soul~"

Saying this, she looked at Chu Xuan with eyes full of admiration: "The good follows you, the evil covets you; the light longs for you, and the darkness desires you; you are an existence transcending everything, the color with which god paints the creation."

Chu Xuan chuckled, "You really know how to flatter me."

"Then in your eyes, what kind of person am I?" Qing’er asked curiously.

She added a sentence, "Don’t say crazy woman or bad woman, say something nice."

Chu Xuan thought for a while, "Impression of you? Hmm... there’s one saying that quite suits you."

"A charming seductive woman, gentle yet irritable, likes you and everything you say goes; doesn’t like you, you try to jump off a building, they cheer you on."

Qing’er sat up angrily, "I said something nice~!"

Chu Xuan affectionately wrapped his arms around her, biting her earlobe, "I got it, there was something you said once, it stuck with me."

"’If you are rich and powerful, I’ll accompany you as you reign over the world. If you fall on hard times, no worries, I’ll leave for a bit, then return when you rise again.’"

"Good, then I’ll kick you, this fallen fellow, out right now!" Qing’er pretended to be angry, really raising her foot to kick him.

Chu Xuan hurriedly held her little foot, "My fault, my fault."

"Hmm... In my eyes, you are a beauty with strong contrasts."

"I like it when you pretend to be gentle and kind. I like it when you show your true self. Calling you ’crazy woman’ means I like you; calling you ’bad woman’ also means I like you."

"Especially when you love me, I like it evermore."

Only then did Qing’er show a bit of a smile, "Then in the future, love only me, okay? Forget about those other women, and let’s have a grand wedding that makes those failures jealous to death!"

Chu Xuan’s expression instantly froze, "Well, that’s not really appropriate, is it? In the eyes of others, our generations are too far apart."

"Huh, men~" Qing’er’s face immediately showed a disdainful sneer, "I knew it, once we talk about this, you’d dodge."

"What does generations matter? If I truly want to marry you, and you truly want to marry me, who can stop it? Who dares?"