Chapter 431 - You Suck At This Game

Qing Chen was trying to distract himself so he was trying out the games that Qing Lok had previously recommended to him. However, this MOBA game was proving to be something that Qing Chen was not understanding at the moment. It involved a lot of buying of items with specific purposes that his mind was not yet grasping. Not even with his great memory skills was he able to place the correct items on his hero.

It was getting frustrating. It was not helping that Qing Lok kept chatting in-game.

"@chenchenchen you're a noob"

"@chenchenchen go home to your mama"

"@chenchenchen my grandma plays better than you"

"Oh when I get my hands on this kid," he muttered under his breath as his hero died yet again and the countdown started for his resurrection.

Then there was a message.

"How come you suck so much at this game? Ha-ha-ha."

It was a message from Wuming.

Qing Chen groaned. He had never been a fan of online gaming, not unless there were puzzles and computations involved.

He was so desparate to get his head occupied that he actually asked his brothers to play with him on a game that he knew he would "suck" at.

He knew that Feng Xuan was out there, finally doing a mission and following her heart. What his problem was he was so nervous for his wife. It was not the kind of nervous that something might happen to her. It was the kind of nervous that he was scared that Feng Xuan might not like the results of her adventure.

He didn't know what else he could do to help her.

Qing Chen character was alive again and he bought more items.

@chenchenchen you're using the wrong items!

@chenchenchen i told you, you should use the spirit torch

@chenchenchen and the queen's trident

Qing Chen could hardly care less about what was happening to his hero. For all he knew, his hero could shoot as many arrows as it wanted but it would still not be enough to pull his mind away from his worry.

After their victory (thanks to Qing Lok's expertise), Qing Chen turned the game off. He just got up, planning to change his clothes so he could go swimming when the front door finally opened.

Qing Chen looked at his watch.

That took longer than usual, he thought in his mind. His wife had been gone for almost three hours.

"Hey!" he greeted carefully.

Feng Xuan's face gave nothing away, but she sounded tired. "Hey."

Qing Chen immediately kissed her cheek. "Well, somebody's been drinking," he smiled, taking it as a good sign. "How about we open another bottle of champagne? Oh wait, are we celebrating? If not, I'll get the vodka."

To that, Feng Xuan's lips cracked a smile, but it did not reach her eyes. "I'm not sure if I should be drinking to anything tonight."

"Whiskey then," he nodded. He brought her a whole glass and they both sat in the living room. Now that he thought about it, this space of the house was pretty useless for the both of them. They rarely held parties and they were always out most of the day. "So, do you want to talk about it?"

Feng Xuan's posture was closed off. Her leg was on top of another, and her arm was crossed on her stomach. "I don't know, Chen." She took a sip.

He put an arm around her slim shoulders and squeezed. "Didn't you like what happened?"

It took a while for Feng Xuan to answer. "I didn't kill the target. I couldn't do it."

Ah, his mind said. But she did not look like she was happy about it. "Aren't you happy that you didn't kill a man tonight?"

Somewhere deep inside him, a mini-him was laughing because of the way the sentence sounded. How crazy would people think of them when they hear what they were talking about?

"Ma Min told me the reason afterwards. That man deserved to die a hundred times more." She took a huge gulp. "But when… when… I couldn't pull the trigger."

"That's okay," Qing Chen said. "It just means that you're not as calloused as Wuming."

"Doesn't Wuming ask for the reason on why his target has to die?"

"He does, but not because it would help him get a wink of sleep. It was just because he's nosy." He turned to her. "Do you want to talk to Wuming? Do you think that he'll be able to help you better?"

"No," Feng Xuan rested her head against his shoulder. "It would be better to talk to you. You're more human than he is."

Qing Chen chuckled at that. "Wuming is past that. He's a monster."

Feng Xuan flinched.

"What?"

"That word. Monster."

"Oh, I'm sorry—"

"No, it's true. There's no point trying to downplay it. People who can kill without reason are monsters."

"But you don't seem so happy about it."

To that, Feng Xuan downed her whole glass. "I'd tell you to get the whole bottle but then that would give me alcohol poisoning. Will you please pour me another glass?"

When he got back, Feng Xuan was in a more relaxed mood. Her knees were on top of the sofa and she was sitting sideways, her hair creating a slim curtain on the left side of her face.

"My sweet angel," he said and cupped her cheek.

"I'm not an angel," she smiled bitterly.

"Well, compared to the rest of us, you are."

"I think I'm just as bad as Wuming." She turned away and looked around the living room. "I am kind of wishing that I am one of the monsters."

Qing Chen did not know what to say to her. It was clear that she was wanting this. But with reservations. He pressed a kiss on her cheek and rubbed her back. "Don't worry, I know you'll try again. Next time, you'll pull the trigger."