My Wife Is The Final Boss

This is just right, this is the best.

She is just a small character; it's best if Yun Qian turns away and forgets about her, so Liu Qingluo can be at ease when she returns, and have a good night's sleep.

Liu Qingluo couldn't help but feel a bit bitter.

When Yun Qian asked her how the scenery was, she thought it would be more normal to ask if she liked Xu Chang'an.

But when Yun Qian really acted normally, it was like putting her on a fire... no matter what she said, it wouldn't be right.

It's fortunate that Yun Qian is not a mundane person; if she were like those jealous women in the mortal world, Liu Qingluo wouldn't know what to do.

But, speaking of which—

The woman whom the young master adores so much, both body and soul, should be perfect.

Perfection is an abstract concept, but looking at Yun Qian in front of her, with slightly disheveled clothes, an unadorned face, and a simple low ponytail, Liu Qingluo thought Yun Qian was perfection itself.

There was a hint of oddness in Liu Qingluo's eyes.

But this perfect woman was now staring straight at her beauty mark with fixed eyes... Moreover, Yun Qian's left hand gently rubbed the corner of her eye, as if regretting something.

Yun Qian thought to herself that she only realized after meeting Xu Chang'an, after reading what he wrote, that he really liked the beauty mark and tear mole on girls' faces.

But by that time, her appearance was already set, and suddenly having a tear mole appear was obviously inappropriate.

Yun Qian also had her regrets.

"I... should have had a tear mole back then," Yun Qian murmured.

Her voice was very soft, mixed with the sound of rain, but when it fell into Liu Qingluo's heart... it was like a thunderbolt, shocking her lips apart, revealing some white teeth.

Miss Yun, such a perfect person, was actually envious of her having a tear mole?

Liu Qingluo was bewildered.

A tear mole, to her, was a bit of an advantage as a courtesan in the brothel – but that was in the brothel, after she redeemed herself, it became something she didn't want anyone to see.

How could Yun Qian want something as unclean as this?

Liu Qingluo felt panicked, did she ultimately bring a bad influence to the lady?

So she hastened to say, "You are already the most beautiful person, you don't need such things as a tear mole to embellish."

"It's not really about looking good or not." Yun Qian glanced at Liu Qingluo, shook her head, then walked over to stand beside her, extending her hand... gently tugging at the corner of Liu Qingluo's eye.

She thought this felt good, Xu Chang'an would like it.

She knew her husband's little thoughts best.

Liu Qingluo's body was already completely rigid.

???

What happened?

Did Miss... touch her face?

When Yun Qian approached, she wanted to retreat, but her body felt as if it had been immobilized, unable to move at all, she could only watch as Yun Qian's hand... landed at the corner of her eye.

"Hmm, a tear mole can be considered makeup?" Yun Qian tapped the ink mark at the corner of Liu Qingluo's eye with her finger, seemingly thoughtful.

Liu Qingluo finally came to her senses, stumbled back, her lower back hit the railing with a thud, and the heavy rain instantly drenched her back, "Miss... How can you... that's not... Clean."

"Unclean?" Yun Qian frowned, "How could something he likes be unclean."

"Miss doesn't know..." Liu Qingluo's eyes grew moist, how could the tear mole, which had been noticed by many men during her time in the brothel, be something a pure person like Yun Qian could touch?

"Don't you wash your face regularly?" Yun Qian asked.

"I do... I do wash," Liu Qingluo responded instinctively.

"Then how could it be unclean?" Yun Qian shook her head and calmly said, "There is nothing in this world that cannot be washed clean with water, have you forgotten that?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Qingluo's pupils contracted, then lowered her head, "The young master's words, how could I forget them."

"Then what are you afraid of?" Yun Qian asked.

"..."

Liu Qingluo stared blankly at Yun Qian's peaceful gaze, feeling something hit her inside, causing her heart to beat faster.

She suddenly recalled what happened before she was sold into Beisang City.

In the past, someone had looked at her like that too... At that time, her mother caressed her face, her fingers circling her tear mole, praising her as a beauty, saying she would surely look good in the future.

The memories of Gu Qiancheng's shy words about her mother flashed through her mind.

For no apparent reason,

Liu Qingluo felt something was off; her composure seemed to have been cast aside, and she said things to Yun Qian that she normally would never say.

"The young master is a good man, but Qingluo is not."

If anyone were around, they would surely feel Liu Qingluo seemed like a girl complaining her grievances to an elder.

"Then what are you?" Yun Qian piqued an interest.

Liu Qingluo bit her lip, chose a severe term, took a deep breath, and said firmly,

"... Qingluo is vile."

An evildoer.

The opposite of benevolence is an evildoer, someone morally corrupt and vile is an evildoer.

She didn't notice that when she said those words, Yun Qian raised her head and gave her a glance.

"Actually, he's not a good person either," Yun Qian said.

"The young master?" Liu Qingluo snapped out of it.

What was Miss Yun saying?

How could the young master not be a good man?

"He himself said he's an evildoer," Yun Qian said seriously.

Liu Qingluo couldn't understand.

But Yun Qian secretly rejoiced for a long time because Xu Chang'an had once said "I'm an evildoer."

Only evildoers had the right to stay by the side of someone equally an evildoer.

"I originally didn't like you calling him a good man," Yun Qian said as she met Liu Qingluo's confused eyes, softly adding, "But now, you're quite alright."

She asked Liu Qingluo if she liked good people.

What she wanted to hear was actually not a "yes," but a "no."

After all, her husband being an evildoer would be perfect.

In this world, who wouldn't like good people? — So said Liu Qingluo.

But Yun Qian didn't like them.

"Miss Yun..."

Liu Qingluo leaned against the railing, her clothing soaked by the rain, she tightly clenched the hem of her skirt, and droplets of rain fell along her fingernails.

"Miss Yun, Qingluo doesn't understand."

If she could guess a bit of Yun Qian's meaning before, now she couldn't understand even a bit, exposing her complete bewilderment in front of Yun Qian.

Yun Qian didn't explain, she just took out a handkerchief and handed it to Liu Qingluo.

"Than... Thank you, Miss." Liu Qingluo stepped forward a few steps, hesitated for a moment, and then accepted the handkerchief.

She couldn't refuse.

Yun Qian did not mind, she just did what Xu Chang'an would do if he were there.

Liu Qingluo lowered her eyelashes, gently wiping the water on her fingers, watching the droplets permeate the white handkerchief, she didn't know what she was thinking.

What did it mean when Miss Yun said she was quite alright?

She wiped the water off her hands, but her clothes were wet, so... wiping hands was meaningless.

"Your handkerchief." Liu Qingluo handed the water-stained handkerchief back to Yun Qian, a hint of determination in her eyes.

According to etiquette, she should bring the handkerchief back, wash it clean, and then return it to Yun Qian, but this would inevitably lead to seeing Yun Qian again, so she would rather be rude and return it.

Yun Qian naturally did not care about such trivial matters, she took the handkerchief and folded it, setting it aside, then looked at the pouring rain, gazing up and down at Liu Qingluo, and asked, "Can a tear mole be created with dianzhuang?"

Liu Qingluo was a good makeup artist, similar to Li Zhibai.

"A tear mole?" Liu Qingluo surprisingly adapted to Yun Qian's thought process, though she felt Miss's perfection didn't need to dwell on a tear mole, at least she could understand this topic.

"Indeed, it's possible with dianzhuang." Liu Qingluo said, "At Emei Square in Beisang City, there is a fine rouge suitable for dotting green sandalwood."

Since men fancied this, Beisang City naturally prepared thoroughly; however, postnatally dotted tear moles and beauty marks couldn't compare to those like hers, perfect by nature.

"Emei Square sells it? Hmm." Yun Qian's eyes turned warmer looking at Liu Qingluo.

Coincidentally, she was planning to return to Beisang City with Xu Chang'an, and could buy a box then.

This was indeed a help to herself.

"He said he likes you, which surely has its reasons too," Yun Qian mentioned casually.

"..."