I Married a Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating - Chapter 170

The weather was very bad and a deep torrent of snow fell every day. Mu Wanwan worked hard every day to cultivate spiritual plants, refine alchemy and practice. She occasionally swept away the snow or rubbed the sleepy and adorable Mengmeng’s belly. Sometimes, she would take out the note that Mister Long had left her to read.

The note said that he would be back in 3 to 5 days.

Today was already the third night.

Why haven’t you returned yet?

Mu Wanwan sat in front of the bed with her long hair spread down. Looking at the grey sky outside the window, she was worried all the time.

Did her dragon encounter some sort of danger outside or was something preventing him from coming back?

No, he wouldn’t be in danger; it’s probably just that the weather was too bad and that delayed his journey home.

Mu Wanwan tried hard to convince herself, but still, she couldn’t control her thoughts. Starting from the third night, she couldn’t sleep at all. The room was empty, but the phantom of his shadow seemed to appear everywhere.

Every time she cultivated with the alchemy furnace, she would run from the study to the courtyard door, expecting to see Mister Long when she opened the door.

By the 5th day, Mu Wanwan had begun to have auditory hallucinations and even failed to cultivate several rounds of pills. She felt that her condition was no longer suitable for making pills.

But on the 6th day, Mister Long still hadn’t come back.

Her fingers touched the cold courtyard door. Mu Wanwan was not wearing very thick clothes. The Grade 3 spiritual power was wrapped around her, which clearly blocked the cold wind, but she began to feel an icy chill spread from the bottom of her heart.

Mister Long was not a dragon who went back on his word, so why was he still missing when it was already the 6th day?

She really wanted to find him, but she didn’t know where to find him. What if he was actually coming back soon? Maybe he was just somewhat delayed on the way back?

Mu Wanwan thought about similar ideas and stood at the courtyard gate, waiting for him for another day.

From early morning to late at night, she leaned against the wall, feeling more than a bit helpless. Her eyes gradually filled with water and her tears slid down freely. Mu Wanwan stretched out her hand to wipe it with a bit of embarrassment. Her fingertips were covered with the bright red rouge, which made her instantly feel so stupid.

Wanting him to see her look better, she has been working hard to practise how to use the rouge these days, adding makeup to herself every day, but the damned dragon made her wait for so many days. Plus, he was worrying her immensely with every passing day. If he couldn’t give her a good explanation upon his return, she was not going to forgive him.

Saddened, Mu Wanwan pursed her lips as she didn’t want to wait like a fool anymore. She went back to the room and took off all her makeup angrily. Then, she looked at Mengmeng, who had been inhaling several spiritual stones in the past few days and was getting fatter, angrily poking at the feathery chip’s belly.

All of them were like this.

As a result, after poking Mengmeng a few times, she heard it chirp slightly.

Eyes brightened, Mu Wanwan looked at the feathery chip who slowly opened its eyes, hands shaking a little.