Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Su Chen glanced at him and said softly, "This vase can't be kept. Even if it's dealt with properly, it won't stay. It's something that should be buried. If you insist on taking it back, Uncle."

"You might get entangled with some things. If you like it, take it back. If something really happens, come find me. But let me make it clear first, you might suffer some physical harm."

Uncle Qin thought he would be able to give a reasonable explanation, but he just gave a vague answer, picked up the box, turned around and left. He glanced back at them and scoffed, "Then let's give it a try."

"This is a treasure I bought at a high price. No one is allowed to touch it, or I'll turn on them."

He left quickly after saying that.

Qin Wushuang watched his retreating figure and asked calmly, "What would be the bad consequences if Uncle continued to keep him?"

Su Chen peeled an orange and ate it, saying gently, "If your yang energy is drained, your body will be weak and you will have no energy. If this continues for half a month, you will die. Of course, if it only lasts for two or three days, it will be fine."

"She'll be weak for a while and need some rest."

"Well, let him be. He was obsessed with painting before and didn't care about anything at home. He finally managed to quit, but now he's starting to mess around with underground stuff. He's going to die sooner or later."

"Never mind him. If there's a problem, he can find it himself. If not, so be it."

Uncle Qin carried the box into the car, opened it, and reached out to stroke it, looking at it with fascination: "The pattern is so beautiful. It's no wonder it cost me millions to buy this treasure. Come on, I'll take you home."

"Wushuang is getting more and more confused. Pregnant women really do become stupid. What could be wrong with the treasure I paid such a high price for? She's making a big fuss over nothing."

"Come on, I'll take you home."

Uncle Qin brought the box home and placed it directly in his bedroom, where he also put his favorite flowers. He would glance at it from time to time and feel very happy.

Wang Lin pushed open the door and immediately saw her husband holding the vase, his expression so greasy it made her want to vomit. She frowned slightly and said, "What are you doing here? The children are back, aren't you going down to see them?"

"Hmm? Honey, you're back. Come and see if you like the blue and white porcelain I bought. It's an antique."

"Antiques? Aren't they just burial goods of our ancestors? What's so interesting about things from the dead? If you want something interesting, you might as well just go to Jingdezhen and buy a bunch of them."

"By the way, how much is this vase?"

Uncle Qin was a little unhappy. What do you mean by "things from the dead"? This is something that's over a thousand years old, a treasure that has been preserved for so many years. You can't just buy this kind of charm.

"Three million! I bought all of this with my allowance. This is my only hobby now. You won't object anymore, will you? Honey, don't be so domineering, it's suffocating."

Upon hearing that it cost three million, Wang Lin's face immediately darkened, and she angrily rebuked, "Are you crazy? You were messing around with those lousy paintings before, saying you wanted to open an art gallery, but have you opened it yet? You don't care about family matters or the children."

"Okay, now that you've finally given up drawing, you're starting to mess around with these dead people's things again. What, do you like these dead people's things that much? Can't you do something serious?"

Uncle Qin was scolded and lost face. He said angrily, "That's enough. I don't play around with women like the second brother. I just do what I like. Why are you scolding me again?"

“You criticize everything I do. You criticize me when I paint, you criticize me when I fish. Fine, I've given them all up. Now I only occasionally buy antiques to collect, and you still scold me.”

“Wang Lin, I’m your man, not your subordinate. Don’t yell at me like that. I have my pride too. Tell me, what else can I do if I don’t do these things?”

Wang Lin was furious: "You can go to university to teach. You like painting, so why don't you teach students? That would at least keep you occupied."

Uncle Qin stubbornly replied, "I'm not going. I'm socially awkward and don't like teaching. Those students are so stupid. It would be too much to bear teaching them."

“I teach music to support my family, and you spend so much money all at once. Do you even want to live a normal life anymore?”

“I’m spending the Qin family’s dividends. I only took a small portion to support my hobbies. I’ve given you the rest. The kids are all grown up now, what do you need me to do with them?”

The two started arguing loudly, and the children downstairs heard the commotion and rushed upstairs to try and calm them down.

Wang Lin was so angry that she wiped away her tears and moved to the guest room next door to sleep. The two started sleeping in separate rooms and neither of them wanted to talk to the other.

As night deepened, Uncle Qin lay in bed still sulking. In his half-asleep state, he felt the bed sink slightly and assumed Wang Lin had returned. He muttered, "She's back after all."

He turned over, not wanting to pay attention to her. He didn't think he had done anything wrong. He felt like he couldn't breathe if she wouldn't even allow him this little bit of hobby.

There was a woman in red on the bed, who looked exactly like Wang Lin, but was more charming and alluring, and no longer had that domineering, suffocating feeling.

She placed her cool fingers on the man's chest, leaned close to his ear, and whispered, "Honey, turn around and look at me."

"Humph."

"Oh dear, I was wrong. Look back and see if I like it. I'm wearing your favorite red pajamas. If you don't look, I'm leaving."

Uncle Qin sat up and looked over, and once he saw it, he couldn't take his eyes off it.

His wife was wearing a sexy red nightgown, looking incredibly alluring. She was gazing at him tenderly, speaking in a gentle tone she had never used before: "Honey, do you like me like this?"

"...I like it. Why did you choose to dress like this? You used to hate it. You're like a completely different person today."

"Hehe, you're always joking with people. You had a fight with your husband, and after calming down, I realized I was wrong. I shouldn't have kept pushing you to be so ambitious."

Wang Lin sighed, "Actually, with our family's financial situation, we can live comfortably with the Qin family's dividends every year. There's no need to strive. Enjoying life is the real thing."

Uncle Qin's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Wife, you've finally figured it out! I told you we should have done this a long time ago. None of us in the family are cut out for business. It would be so much better to just enjoy the dividends and eat and drink."

"There's no need to take risks and do business if you have a guaranteed income regardless of drought or flood. If you fail, you're finished. Besides, life is only a few decades long, so why make it so tiring?"

Wang Lin leaned softly against him and said gently, "Yes, husband, I'm not young anymore. I haven't achieved much after all these years of hard work. Why don't we just relax and enjoy a peaceful life together?"

As she spoke, she circled her fingers around his chest, deliberately seducing him. Soon, Uncle Qin succumbed to her charms, spending the entire night immersed in his gentle wife's praise, feeling blissful. Yes, this was the life he had always wanted.