The Daily Life Of Mei Furen Doting On Her Husband - Chapter 74

Mei Zhuyu sat on the edge of the bed, holding the tabby cat in his arms, and stared ahead, expressionless. When his hand touched the warm, soft fur, he finally understood: Wu Zhen was the tabby cat he often saw.

Mei Zhuyu didn’t know why, but after transforming into a cat, she had no monster aura at all. She looked no different from an ordinary cat, so he hadn’t paid her much attention before.

But once he knew, Mei Zhuyu couldn’t help but care. He began to unconsciously recall the times he had encountered the tabby cat before. First of all, he suddenly understood what happened when he found Wu Zhen’s clothes under the bed. That question, which had puzzled him for a long time, was finally solved. After this realization, the once-blurry memories of the tabby cat’s appearance and movements began to sharpen.

Mei Zhuyu recalled seeing the tabby cat many times at home and in his office. The earliest memory he could trace back to was before they had agreed on their marriage, when the tabby cat appeared on a tung tree branch outside his office. The tung tree was in bloom at that time, and he turned around to see a tabby cat weighing down the branch.

She looked at him with a strange, slightly curious gaze. Later, while he was out, she jumped onto his desk and accidentally stepped on some ink, leaving a black paw print on the paper he had discarded. He had to use the water he brought back to wash her paws. At that time, he simply thought the cat’s eyes were somewhat spiritual. Seeing her look at her blackened paws with disgust, he didn’t know why, but he helped her.

Thinking of this, Mei Zhuyu unconsciously pinched one of the front paws of the tabby cat in his arms—the same paw that had stepped in the ink.

Wu Zhen had been resting her eyes, trying to control the plague within her body. When she felt the subtle movement on her paw, she suddenly smiled and said, “I suddenly remembered the first time I met you.”

“My father said that someone dared to marry me. I wondered which reckless man was so bold, so I secretly changed into this form out of curiosity to see you.”

At that time, she hadn’t cared about the marriage and thought it was dispensable. She only went to see him out of boredom. But later, when the young man washed her paws and raised his sleeves to let her wipe them, Wu Zhen suddenly found him interesting. She unexpectedly had the desire to get closer to him.

“Sorry.”

Wu Zhen suddenly heard this and asked in surprise, “Why are you suddenly apologizing to me?”

Mei Zhuyu held her furry paws and said, “I didn’t know it was you, and I ignored you.” 

He remembered the times the cat had tried to sleep in his arms, but each time, he gently set her aside, after which she ran away as if disappointed. If it had truly been an ordinary cat, he wouldn’t have cared, but now that he knew it was Wu Zhen, Mei Zhuyu felt he had done something wrong.

He didn’t explain it clearly, but Wu Zhen’s thoughts aligned with his. She laughed and lazily pressed her paw into his palm. “You missed the opportunity to be close to your wife, so your loss is even greater. Why apologize now?”

Mei Zhuyu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized she made a good point. He began to feel that he had indeed missed a good opportunity and wasted precious time. He couldn’t help but hug the cat in his arms tighter.

He was not a cat lover. Many nobles in Chang’an loved to keep these animals, especially cats, but he had no such preference. Yet, looking at Wu Zhen in her cat form, he suddenly found cats particularly endearing.

She was furry and smooth, small and soft—different from the usual Wu Zhen.

Wu Zhen felt the cautious touches on her back and simply rolled over to expose her belly. “Please rub my belly. I feel so full of evil.”

Mei Zhuyu looked at the softer white fur on her belly, reached out, and touched it. 

Wu Zhen’s belly was bulging, as if she had eaten too much, but he could feel the chaos of the plague inside. It was clear that Wu Zhen was very uncomfortable from having swallowed too much. Although her tone was relaxed and lazy, and she didn’t show it, Mei Zhuyu could tell by touching her belly that she was enduring great pain.

At that moment, Mei Zhuyu had no other thoughts. He carefully felt her belly for a while, and after thinking it over, he came up with a plan.

Wu Zhen was feeling comfortable with her husband rubbing her belly, but then she noticed he suddenly let go of her and walked out of the room. She heard him calling for Shuangjiang outside, and the two whispered something. After a while, he returned with a few pieces of wood in his hand.

Seeing him heading toward the study, Wu Zhen raised her paw. “My dear——”

Mei Zhuyu turned back, picked her up, and went to the study room. Wu Zhen was in his arms, opening one eye to see what he was going to do.

He had just cut his hand in order to subdue the God of Plague, and had already bandaged it. He tore open the cloth and squeezed the wound that had not yet begun to heal, dripping some blood into the jade dish, and then mixed cinnabar into it. After mixing the blood and cinnabar, he laid out the wood chips he had just taken from Shuangjiang.

Wu Zhen saw clearly that they were all peach wood, but they were from different years and places of origin, and the colors were slightly different. Mei Zhuyu picked up each piece, looked at it carefully, and finally chose the darkest and smallest piece.

After choosing, he soaked the peach wood slices with blood cinnabar, and then began to carve the talisman with his bright red hand. While he was doing these things, Wu Zhen watched quietly without saying a word.

My husband is a Taoist Priest, Wu Zhen realized this again. His movements were familiar and natural. He carved the talisman without any delay. Wu Zhen could even feel that with every stroke he made, a burst of spiritual energy emerged from the peach wood talisman. His gestures and demeanor were different from those he used when handling the official documents of the Ministry of Justice in the past.

It’s really beautiful, Wu Zhen thought leisurely, watching him meticulously carve the talisman. When the talisman was completed, a flash of light appeared, and the small dish of blood cinnabar was completely absorbed, and the piece of peach wood suddenly looked much darker.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door. 

After Mei Zhuyu said, “Come in,” Taoist Shuangjiang came in with a bowl of water and placed it on the side of Mei Zhuyu’s desk. “Uncle Master, the Wugenyu water is ready.”

It was raining outside. It was finally raining after a gloomy day. After the rain, there should be a few sunny days. Wu Zhen was momentarily distracted and saw that Taoist Shuangjiang’s eyes were always looking at the peach wood piece in Mei Zhuyu’s hand.

He seemed to hold back, but couldn’t help asking, “Uncle Junior, do you want to make a peach wood sword? Isn’t this piece of peach wood too small?”

Mei Zhuyu said, “No.” 

After that, he held the piece of peach wood between two fingers and muttered a few words. The piece of wood between his fingers suddenly caught fire and was thrown into the bowl of rootless water by Mei Zhuyu.