A Helping Hand from My Wife

Fortunately, Yang Ding wrote down the number Ye Ke gave him after hanging up the phone, otherwise he would have forgotten it by now.

"Can your sister remember the position of every single word on every page?"

"She has an extremely high IQ and a photographic memory. I feel like she's sucked my IQ away."

"No, no, no, my wife is super smart too. You just have a little reading difficulty."

Ye Rou suddenly realized that her husband was even better than her own sister.

After my sister gets married, she will have her own home, and her husband will be the one to share her joys and sorrows.

At this moment, she decided to change her mind; she could remain married and join the army in the North.

Once she reaches the ninth rank, or even becomes a grandmaster, she will bring her husband and children over.

As Yang Ding was flipping through the manuscript paper looking for words, the system in his mind suddenly popped up.

【Affection Level: 23.5%↑, +5%】

[Cultivation Progress: 24.4%↑, +5%]

[Ding, congratulations host, you have broken through to the middle stage of the second rank. Your bones and muscles have been tempered. Your fist strength is 5422 jin, +1000 jin.]

Yang Ding looked at Ye Rou with a puzzled expression.

What's going on? Just by flattering someone, the progress jumps by 5% and the strength increases by 1000 jin?

It didn't work this well before.

Little did he know that for Ye Rou, this meant she had made up her mind to spend her life with him.

Even if she goes to the Great Wall in the North, her annual salary of over one million to two million will all be deposited into Yang Ding's account.

"Honey, don't just stand there! You search, I'll copy."

"Okay."

"Honey, the manuscript is in loose pieces. Should we call Sister Jing over?"

"Never mind, she gets up several times a night to feed the baby, she doesn't say much, and she's done it quickly."

"Okay, I'll listen to my husband."

The two of them fussed for a full hour, and Ye Rou was so drowsy that she could barely keep her eyes open.

She looked at the two crooked sentences she had written; they were completely illegible.

"Honey, did you find the wrong person, or did I write it wrong?"

Yang Ding picked it up and read it once, "Drag Fang to the grass and green maiden down to the ice. If the maiden is unwilling, let Ding Ye go to the system to match the maiden with a drowsy state. It should still be the maiden. The soil will be the main one to cultivate the green maiden with thorns."

"Your sister is really cautious. Even if someone finds out she's gone wrong by splitting the characters, she can still argue and defend herself."

"Honey, did you understand?"

Yang Ding stroked his stubble and translated, "Drag Fang Jing into this. If she doesn't want to, let Ding go to the system for a marriage match. It should still be her. The city lord is raising Poison Sting."

Ye Rou suddenly realized.

"My sister actually wants you to marry Sister Jing too."

"You're considering things from the perspective of the children and me, worrying that I'll marry a second wife who doesn't love the children, while your sister is considering things from the perspective of weighing the pros and cons."

"What do you mean?"

"Originally, it would have been almost costless for them to kill me, and you could have just made a fuss. But Fang Jing is different. Her parents have some status in the Imperial Army. If they were to fall out with Donghai City just to kill an ordinary person like me, what if the Imperial high command joined forces with the Donghai City Lord to deal with the Jiangling City Lord?"

"That makes sense, but would Uncle Fang really fall out with the city lord for the sake of his son-in-law?"

"Isn't there still the Queen? Excuses can be big or small. Weighing the pros and cons is not about pursuing absolutes. When you are in a weak position, you should stay away from absolutes. At least with Sister Jing married, it will be more costly for them to kill me."

"You've also gained a beautiful wife, why not?" Ye Rou asked, pouting.

"We have no choice; the situation is critical."

"But my sister said that if Jing doesn't agree, we should just go to the system to match her, and she'll still be matched with her. Why is that? The probability is very low. If we're matched with another woman, I won't have the right to object."

"The chances of me being a good match for you are even lower," Yang Ding said.

"Is the system controlled by the Queen?"

"It definitely is, but I don't know whether to be happy or sad."

"Of course it's a happy occasion! Without a system bug, could you find a wife like me to have your babies?"

Ye Rou continued to boast, "Whenever I'm in a bad mood, I look in the mirror and admire my own beauty, and suddenly I feel that the world is still a beautiful place."

"That's absolutely true."

As Yang Ding spoke, he kissed Ye Rou on the lips, and as he kissed her, he began to have those kinds of thoughts.

This young wife is truly alluring.

"Stop, stop, stop..." Ye Rou pushed Yang Ding away. "Honey, calm down, look at the last sentence. What does it mean that the city lord is raising poisonous thorns?"

"I don't know. Your sister is on the front lines, fighting alongside elites from all over the country and children of the ruling class. Maybe she heard some rumors, and the names sound like assassins or something."

"As long as there is a balance of power, I will have the time and space to cultivate. When I am strong enough, I will not be afraid of any governors or city lords."

Ye Rou poked Yang Ding with her slender index finger and suddenly said something.

"You and my sister would definitely be a perfect match."

"What do you mean? You've already found me three wives?"

Ye Rou was so angry that she bit his shoulder hard. "What are you thinking? Isn't what your sister gives you enough? I mean, you have the mindset of a strategist. My sister should enjoy talking to you, her brother-in-law."

"I also want to meet my sister-in-law."

Ye Ke is already at the sixth rank, and Ye Rou is at the middle stage of the fifth rank. With their dual cultivation levels combined, wouldn't they be able to break through to the eighth or ninth rank, or even the Grandmaster level, very quickly?

Add spatial abilities, and who can rival us? Just thinking about it is exciting.

"Don't think about it, honey, I'm so sleepy."

"Sleep, sleep."

"Can you hold back tonight?"

"I have to hold back; we agreed to do it twice a week."

Yang Ding slept until dawn; he was indeed very tired.

The next day, Ye Rou got up but didn't dare to tell Fang Jing what her sister had said.

While the two were washing their faces together in the bathroom, she couldn't wait to ask, "Sister Jing, I suddenly thought of something."

"What?"

"According to the new imperial regulations, the system should be releasing your marriage quota soon."

Fang Jing, who was brushing her teeth, was stunned.

Even though she was so shrewd, she didn't have the mind to consider why Ye Rou suddenly brought this up.

"I heard there's only a one-month mourning period left, which I've already passed. I could be matched up at any time."

"What if they pair it with one you don't like?"

This really made Fang Jing anxious.

Seeing her like this, Ye Rou quickly comforted her, "Don't worry, what if he's a great man who's good to you and the baby?"

Fang Jing remained silent. She knew that men like that were rare, the probability was extremely low.

Just then, the child burst into tears.

Yang Ding asked from outside, "Sister Jing, the milk isn't hot anymore, can I feed her directly?"

"Okay, thank you."

A thought suddenly flashed through Fang Jing's mind.

Could we let Yang Ding occupy her spot for now, but without any actual relationship, and then divorce and untie her when she finds someone suitable?

But she glanced at Ye Rou and didn't have the courage to bring it up; the two had always been best friends.

"There aren't many people like my husband who love children. Most high-quality awakened individuals want to join the army in the Northern Territory," Ye Rou added.

"Let me think about it some more."

People are in high spirits when they have a happy occasion, and Yang Ding hummed a little tune as he entered the classroom.

Xiang Tianyou practiced his axe technique all night again last night, and his skill level increased rapidly. He felt that he was incredibly strong.

As he massaged Huang Bingbing's shoulders, he excitedly shouted, "I can't wait for Monday to come; my axe is itching for a bite!"

Mao Jian nudged Yang Ding, "I heard that this guy doesn't sleep at all and practices his kung fu like crazy."

"Sooner or later, even a grandmaster will go mad and need to sleep."

Are you sure you can do it?

"I have to be confident. I'm definitely going to be the captain of Class C2. My wife is due to give birth in a few months, and I can't die at the bottom of the cave."