Chapter 46: Its a male god? (1/2)

[Eight Years Later | Venue: Hotel Room]

Sung Jun skips the details, but he tells her about how he got the marriage certificate and how he got her signatures on documents for their marriage registration with the council when she was drunk. He also mentions how the council had to approve their marriage because of the certificate from the god of marriage. How their marriage was automatically registered in the human world because of their registration with the council. Finally, marriage dates different because humans cannot legally get married before eighteen.

Finally, he tells her about her mother to see her reaction. But Fang Aisa is oddly quiet. She isn't surprised at all. She isn't angry either. She is calm. She probably already knows about her mother.

Too calm for his likings.

”Wife, are you angry?” He asks. He cannot see her expression. Her head is low. It feels like she is emitting hot angry waves from her body. It is probably not a good question to ask an already angry woman.

Suddenly, she gets up and lifts the chair over her head. She tosses it in Sung Jun's direction.

He leaps to his right, narrowing escaping a 'his near-death' thanks to quick reflex. He can barely manage to understand what's going on before his angry wife picks up the table like it weighs nothing and throws it in his direction.

He escapes his death again. His forehead beads with perspiration. His wife is rather violent.

He smiles at her brightly. ”Wife, are we having our first marital fight?”

Fang Aisa suddenly squats down and covers her head with her hands. She doesn't move or speak. He ruffles her hair and waits.

”You are an idiot.”

”For you.”

”So cheesy.” She peeks at him. ”Jun, are you out of your mind? You should have lived on happily without me. You and I stand on the other ends of the spectrum. You are a freaking shaman and I am the daughter of evil wanted witch.”

”Is that why you left?” He cocks his head. ”Did that god tell you these things?”

She hides her face again and doesn't answer him. He pats her head lightly. Her anger is long gone.

”Did you make a deal with that god to take your father's curse away?”