My Wife Came From A Thousand Years Ago

Chapter 183: Swimming Pool Mystery

The dining houses in the amusement park were all designed in quirky shapes: the Egypt Zone had a mini pyramid, the Elf Zone was shaped like a giant treehouse, and the Gold Rush Town featured early 20th-century English-style cottages. Inside one of these English-style vintage cottages, Xu Qing and Jiang He sat across from each other.

"Can't count them? Then don't count them." Xu Qing pulled her hand closer and started reading her palm.

Helping a dangerous person like this reintegrate into society—if he couldn’t reform her into a proper wife, he would be the greatest sinner in Jiang City. He must marry her to keep her in check. Worst case scenario, he'd settle for being beneath her...

It didn’t sound all that bad.

As Xu Qing studied Jiang He's small hand, he suddenly realized something terrifying: in the future, his family position might be at risk.

“Don’t you think they’ve improved a lot?” Jiang He asked, looking at her other hand. She reflected on how her life had changed; every day, she stayed home using the mouse and keyboard, worlds apart from her past life. She even used fragrant hand creams regularly.

From the back of her hands, her fingers appeared slender and fair, soft and delicate. But flipping them over, the pads of her fingers were still slightly rough, and calluses on the second knuckles and the bases of her fingers hadn't completely disappeared. It would take soaking in warm water for a few more months to smooth them out.

Xu Qing leaned down and kissed her fingertip. The soft, moist sensation made Jiang He instinctively wiggle her fingers. When Xu Qing straightened up, she turned her head away.

Jiang He turned back to him, puzzled. “What’s a Ferris wheel?”

“That giant spinning wheel.”

“Go on your own.”

“Together. It moves slowly, so it’s not uncomfortable. It’s just a little high up, and you’re not afraid of heights.”

Xu Qing stroked the pad of her finger while glancing out the window. The Ferris wheel wasn’t visible from here.

When they reached the Ferris wheel after their meal, Jiang He realized he hadn’t lied—it was indeed very slow. One small cabin after another was suspended on the enormous wheel, gently rising and descending with the wheel's rotation.

The speed was so slow that it didn’t even stop for passengers to get on; they simply walked into an empty cabin as it reached the bottom.

The cabin had seating for four, with two people sitting across from each other. Jiang He found it quite novel to watch the view outside the window.

As they ascended higher, Xu Qing seemed to grow tense.

“Are you scared?” she asked.

“No,” he denied quickly.

Jiang He didn’t expose him. She leaned against the window to watch the tiny figures below.

At its highest point, the Ferris wheel reached over 100 meters. By the time they were a few dozen meters up, the view stretched far and wide, even revealing a faint glimpse of the distant Lanjiang River.

“This is better than the carousel,” Jiang He concluded. Hearing the creaking sounds above her, she hesitated and asked, “It won’t suddenly fall, right?”

“Don’t jinx it…”

Xu Qing gazed at the horizon, trying to suppress the dizziness rising within him. They hadn’t even reached the 100-meter peak, and he was already panicking a little.

“You’re really not scared?” Xu Qing couldn’t help but ask.

“What’s there to be scared of? It’s not like they tie you to the chair.” Suddenly, Jiang He stood up. The slight movement of the cabin made Xu Qing instinctively grab the window frame.

She sat beside him, raised an eyebrow, and stared at him. “You’re terrified.”

“Just a little.”

“Afraid it might fall?”

“No,” Xu Qing shook his head. “It won’t fall. It’s just the height—it’s instinctual.”

He added, “Just don’t run or jump around, and it’ll be fine.”

Jiang He was more afraid of life and death being beyond her control. On a Ferris wheel, if she were to jump out, cling to the railing, or leap to the roof of the next cabin, it wouldn’t be too difficult for her.

“Oh.”

Jiang He made a nonchalant sound and leaned against the window to look outside. As their cabin reached the highest point, Jiang He pressed her baseball cap to the window, marveling at the height.

Xu Qing had already turned his gaze inward, pulling out his phone to snap a photo of Jiang He. With her cap on, she looked so stylish that it would’ve been a waste not to capture the moment.

“Isn’t it fun?” he asked.

“It would be even better if it were free,” she replied.

“What are you thinking? Do you think people spend millions building attractions like this just for you to ride for free?”

“Millions?” Jiang He was taken aback by the number, unable to grasp the enormity of it.

Even ten thousand yuan was an astronomical figure to her—it would take years of labor to save up that much.

“Yeah, these people invest a lot to create fun attractions, then we pay to enjoy them. They earn money to build even bigger and better ones. That’s the general idea—taking from the people, giving back to the people.”

Xu Qing glanced outside again. Visitors on other rides were screaming, but from this height, they looked small. Most amusement park rides were a few dozen meters tall, but the Ferris wheel was the park’s biggest attraction.

“I was just joking,” Jiang He murmured, “No pie just falls from the sky...”

She trailed off, recalling how Xu Qing had provided her with food and shelter. Maybe it wasn’t a pie; it was a trap.

Jiang He reached out and poked Xu Qing’s palm.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Nothing.”

The Ferris wheel slowly returned to its starting point. Xu Qing noticed Jiang He still seemed interested and hadn’t moved.

“Do you want to go again?” she asked.

“Let’s go again,” he replied.

“Aren’t you scared?”

“I’ve already gotten used to it,” Xu Qing said, turning his face away.

As their cabin left the ground again, beginning its second rotation, Jiang He blinked at Xu Qing and clasped his hand.

“What are you doing?” he asked, turning back.

“When you held my hand, did I question you?” Jiang He spread out his fingers and compared their hands, pressing her palm against his. His hand was significantly larger and felt warm, as if it was always like this.

Jiang He pressed her palm firmly against his, recalling how Xu Qing’s hand had felt hot when he held her foot, enveloping it entirely.

She pursed her lips and sneaked a glance at him. Xu Qing was leaning against the window, playing with her fingers absentmindedly.

What a weirdo.

Xu Qing suddenly felt a fleeting warmth on his finger and turned to see Jiang He looking up.

“Did you just kiss my finger?”

“I’m only doing what you did,” she said nonchalantly, adjusting her cap.

She wasn’t entirely sure what kissing meant, but she knew it expressed strong affection—something she had sensed from Xu Qing during dinner.

“That’s… kind of creepy,” Xu Qing frowned.

???

This guy was turning the tables on her?

“It’s different for men and women,” he explained. “You can hug my neck and kiss me, but kissing my fingers is... obsessive, you know?”

“…”

Jiang He didn’t hug his neck. Instead, she pressed his arm against the window and glanced outside. With no one able to see them from this height, she leaned down, only for the brim of her cap to jab him.

She took it off and tossed it aside, leaning down again to kiss his lips.

After giving Xu Qing a thorough “lesson,” she finally pulled back, wiped her lips, and leaned on his shoulder. Whispering into his ear, she asked, “What do you mean by… obsessive?”

“It’s… a little too intimate.”

“That doesn’t sound like a good thing.”

“It’s not. But ‘lady knight’ is a good term.”

Xu Qing closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the experience. “I feel like it’s my duty to be your guide, showing you all the sights you’ve never seen before, helping you experience the beauty of life and this wonderful journey. It’s a mission bestowed upon me by fate.”

“Aren’t you already doing that?” Jiang He replied, gazing at the distant scenery. From up here, everything below was in plain view. The high-altitude perspective was breathtaking.

“Yes… I suppose. A guide for a small company,” Xu Qing said. Though his "guiding" included plenty of ulterior motives.

He chuckled lightly, “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For how well I’m living now.” Jiang He fiddled with Xu Qing’s palm, kneading the pad of his finger.

“You said it yourself yesterday—neither of us are good people.” Xu Qing’s voice carried a playful tone.

Jiang He didn’t respond. She suddenly thought it wasn’t such a big deal to let Xu Qing touch her feet. After all, they’d end up married anyway, as long as he didn’t do anything weird with her shoes.

They stayed on the Ferris wheel until the afternoon. When the sun dipped lower, they collected their prizes, including a giant white bear plush, and exited the park, drawing curious glances from passersby.

“I’ve got three bears now,” Jiang He remarked.

“Three?”

“This one, my bear-shaped bag, and the one you’ve hit a few times.”

“Oh. I could wear a bear costume and become the fourth one to keep you company at home,” Xu Qing joked, adjusting her hat.

“No need.”

Jiang He didn’t even look at him, instead using her fingers to play with the bear plush’s ears.

When they got home, Jiang He was still in high spirits. Seeing this, Xu Qing decided against pulling out the textbooks. Instead, he opened his computer to organize the photos they had taken during their trip.

The next day, May 8th, Jiang He went exploring in Jiang City, wandering aimlessly and continuing to avoid studying.

On May 9th, she lounged around.

By May 10th, the stack of textbooks that had been sitting idle for days finally made its way in front of her.

“This is my gift to you,” Xu Qing declared, patting the pile of books.

It wasn’t just textbooks but also workbooks and standard A5-sized practice materials with exercises aligned with the language and math content in the textbooks.

“Aren’t these the same type Xiao Yan uses?” Jiang He asked, picking up one of the books. The size and design were eerily similar.

“Exactly. You need to study. This way, when you’re buying groceries, you won’t have to count on your fingers and mumble.”

At his words, Jiang He grabbed a math book and sat cross-legged on the couch, placing the book on her lap and flipping it open.

“There’s also scrap paper. Many problems need calculations,” Xu Qing reminded her, pushing the scrap paper and a pen the shop had included as freebies toward her. “Experience the joy I once had in school.”

“Why are you smiling like that? It’s unsettling,” Jiang He muttered, sensing something ominous.

“It’s not unsettling at all. If you don’t understand something, just ask me,” Xu Qing said, pointing to the workbooks. “The goal is to complete them all without making any mistakes.”

He paused for dramatic effect and added, “By the way, I’ve already torn out the last few pages with the answers. And no Baidu searches—you’ll need to rely on yourself.”

He was joking about being a teacher, but now Xu Qing was genuinely taking on the role.

He picked up his long sword and headed to a more open area to practice, leaving the couch and table for Jiang He. Each went about their own tasks.

Had ten-year-old Jiang He shown up back when Xu Qing was a teenager, the situation would have been reversed: Xu Qing hunched over the table doing homework, while Jiang He practiced martial arts with her sword. Of course, it was just a thought—there was no way Xu Qing’s parents would have approved of Jiang He back then.

A small pang of regret crossed his mind. The mental image was so endearing: a younger Jiang He, perhaps with tiny straw shoes, climbing trees and rooftops like a little monkey.

That afternoon, Xu Qing received a call from Qin Hao, complaining about how Xu Qing had "corrupted" his father, Qin Maocai. Apparently, the old man no longer took his dog for walks and instead spent all day with pliers, crafting chainmail.

“And he’s making an oversized one because of his large frame,” Qin Hao lamented.

“Well, to be fair, this is on you,” Xu Qing replied.

“Me? How’s it my fault?” Qin Hao nearly choked with indignation.

“Think about it. Your dad used to walk the dog and hang out in the residential complex. Nice and simple, right? Then you taught my dad how to use that broken site—Bilibili. Isn’t that true? My dad learned it, taught it to your dad, and now your dad watches my videos and decided to make chainmail himself. So, logically, isn’t this your fault?”

“…”

Qin Hao was at a loss for words.

It was true. The chain of events traced back to him teaching Xu Wenbin how to use the site during the Lunar New Year.

“Karma works in mysterious ways. Heaven spares no one~” Xu Qing sang smugly.

“Stop being smug. What should I do?!” Qin Hao interrupted with a frustrated yell.

“What do you mean, ‘what should you do’?”

“My dad spends all day messing with that thing!”

“Let him be. It’s a hobby. He’s enjoying himself. Would you rather he carry around a giant thermos and wander outside in this heat? At least now he’s at home, enjoying the fan and doing what he loves.”

“Well…” Qin Hao couldn’t find a good counterargument. Xu Qing had a point.

“Besides, I like tinkering with stuff too. It’s not a big deal.”

Xu Qing twirled his sword leisurely. Suddenly, he held his phone away from his ear and pointed the mic toward himself.

Shwing!

The clear, ringing sound of the sword echoed.

“Did you hear that?” Xu Qing asked proudly. He had finally mastered creating that crisp sound when slicing through the air.

“What was that?” Qin Hao sounded puzzled.

“I’m practicing with my sword!”

“… Practicing what?”

“You heard me.”

“I already think you’re insufferable. Bye!” Qin Hao hung up.

Xu Qing tossed his phone aside and resumed practicing. He fantasized about donning a chainmail suit, wielding his sword, and becoming a modern-day superhero—complete with an eyepatch, a skintight suit, and a flowing cape.

In his imagination, he stood alongside Qin Maocai, both dressed as generals, striking heroic poses for the camera.

Men’s joys were simple, indeed.

“Jiang He! Watch this!” Xu Qing called out.

“Hm?” Jiang He, deep in a battle with math problems, raised her head.

Xu Qing attempted a strike. No sound.

He adjusted his grip and tried again. Still no sound.

On his third attempt, the sword let out a satisfying shwing!

“Cool, huh?” he asked with a grin.

“Very cool,” Jiang He replied in a deadpan voice, her tone flat as a board.

After a pause, she pointed at the book in her lap. “Why is this guy filling a pool with water while draining it at the same time?”

For a moment, Xu Qing was tempted to stab this math problem right in the middle.

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