My wife is a witch princess

Chapter 1 Bruce and the Witch, Longing for Each Other!

A two-legged creature stood in front of the lazy tabby cat for a full thirty minutes. This student neither offered dried fish nor scratched his chin.

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If it weren't for the fact that he was wearing a school uniform and had clear eyes, I would have already asked him to leave the store.

So why did you suddenly stop looking at cats? Is there something else going on?

Are you looking at me?

She's quite pretty; if she calls me "sister," I'll save him a hundred yuan when buying the cat.

"Sister, how much is this cat?"

"Two thousand...four."

"That's too expensive, how about two hundred yuan?"

"Purebred tabby cats are not cheap; the lowest price is 2,200."

"Purebred..." Song Che stroked the cat's head, his gaze falling on a misty label on its head.

"Bruce", "Attracting Wealth", "Ward Off Evil"

Is this cat...purebred?

This cat is definitely not purebred!

Song Che looked up and his gaze fell on the side of the receptionist.

"Soft-hearted, lustful, and easily deceived." "Not a good day to go out."

"Sister, I'm a high school student. My mother is unwell and waits for me to come home to cook. My father is a gambling addict and has a lot of debt. I also have an older sister who works at a massage parlor to support my schooling, and a younger sister who is still very young." Song Che lifted the celery in his hand, his voice trembling slightly, his eyes reddening. "This kitten... looks a lot like the one that died when I was little, for example, for example..."

If Bruce wouldn't come out, Song Che had no choice but to call out, "Bruce, come here."

"Woof, woof!"

The cat looked up and responded with three barks from the dog.

This thing is definitely not purebred; it absolutely has dog blood!

Song Che didn't expose her; he just looked at her and took out two crumpled banknotes.

"This...this isn't right, is it?" The receptionist looked at the cat in disbelief. Although it was a lie to say that it was a purebred tabby cat, it shouldn't be making a sound like a dog.

This cat is a stray from her neighborhood. She might have accidentally fed it some dog food. She brought it to the store to get vaccinated this time. When did it start acting like a dog?

"Woof woof!"

The cat meowed twice more.

"Alright, alright, I was just kidding you before. Here, take good care of it."

The receptionist softened her heart, turned around and brought over two bags of cat food, stuffing the two hundred yuan back into Song Che's pocket. "Save the money to buy some meat for your mom. If you ever have any difficulties, come to me. It's easy for me to treat you to a meal."

"Thank you, you're so kind."

He left a hundred dollars, put the cat food into his backpack, picked up the tabby cat, and slowly turned around. "By the way, tomorrow is the weekend. Sister, rest more at home. Working is exhausting, and sleeping on the weekend will prolong your life."

"Does sleeping on weekends prolong life?"

Is there such a saying?

However, going to work is indeed quite tiring.

She smiled and nodded. "Thank you for your concern. It's getting late, hurry home so your mother won't worry."

"Um."

Song Che took a few steps. Outside the door, the leaves were falling and two or three students wrapped in scarves hurried past. The image of going home overlapped with his memories in a daze. He hadn't been home for a long time.

A very, very long time...

So long that even the road ahead is blurry in my mind; I still feel a sense of unreality from just now until now.

No one could have imagined that this boy, who had just finished school, had traveled to another world, left home for decades, made a pact with a witch, and offered advice on several occasions, including a northern expedition against a forbidden kingdom.

He studied alchemy, magic, tasted potions, hunted dragons, and worked at the witch's castle for over a decade. Decades later, the witch remained forever young, while he grew old and nearing his end.

My last memory is of the witch feeding me potions. That damned witch seemed quite worried about me, and she pried open my mouth and kept feeding me dozens of bottles of potions, making me feel like my whole body was burning.

Song Che felt that he could have lived a little longer.

Song Che suspected that he had been drowned by a magic potion.

Song Che hopes that if he could be young again, he would definitely enjoy life to the fullest. He wants to go home and never work for that ruthless witch again.

And so, after closing his eyes, he miraculously found himself standing in the pet shop he had just been in, the very place he had been before he transmigrated.

Nanhui No.1 Middle School, a pet shop where cute pets don't cause trouble.

The decades of time travel flashed by like a revolving lantern, as if in a dream, making me wonder if I had really traveled through time.

It cannot be confirmed; it may just be a pipe dream.

Well, if it's true, it's good to be young all the time.

He rubbed Bruce's head, then stopped thinking about it. Now that he was back, he needed to consider some practical issues.

There's only one week left this month, and I only have 100 yuan left for living expenses.

Therefore, he bought Bruce for only one purpose.

Yes, it brings wealth!

Song Che picked up the celery and strolled along the path, the shouts and noise reaching his ears.

Street vendors, the aroma of cooking, moss growing on the stone slabs of the alley, lights shining from door to door, and green plants displayed by the windows, the smell of fried and grilled skewers filling the alley.

Memories of the past gradually surfaced, a feeling both familiar and strange.

The rented room is not far from the school, but the conditions are average. There are residential buildings upstairs and shops downstairs. Although there are many snacks, sleeping at night is a problem.

There's no one at home to take care of me; I have to go to school and cook for myself.

Two bedrooms and one living room, not too big or too small, rent is four hundred per month, just enough to make ends meet.

The school is a private high school with high tuition fees, and most of the money my parents earn is spent on tuition.

Song Che's grades are average, and his scores are close to the threshold of a 211 university, but he might accidentally stumble and fall right into that threshold.

There's no way around it; these days, you have to pay a threshold to do anything. Once you get past that threshold, you can have anything.

After walking for about ten minutes, a simple iron gate appeared in front of us on the small street. Behind the gate, two rows of bicycles were parked haphazardly. The lights of the shops downstairs were soft, and several stray cats were sitting obediently eating cat food.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks as something hard pressed against the sole of his shoe.

He squatted down, put down the celery, and reached under his feet for something.

A coin covered in dirt.

After wiping away the dirt, its original appearance was revealed.

The gold coin is engraved with a tree, its branches and leaves forming gold coins that seem to be jingling and swaying.

None of that matters. What matters is that it's made of real gold.

It was left on the ground and no one picked it up.

"How pitiful, nobody wants you."

"I'm a member of the group, I want you."

He suddenly stopped, glanced at Bruce, and it lazily glanced at Song Che.

"I apologize for doubting your breed before. You are a cat, a lucky cat."

"Woof woof!"

Bruce was happy. Bruce wagged his tail. Bruce wasn't a dog.

……

Several bicycles were leaning to one side on the ground, a Shaxian snack shop was packed with customers, and steaming oden was being served in front of the shop.

Lin Xiali, clutching a broken broom, her face filthy, limped along the unfamiliar street. Her wide, pointed hat fell to the sidewalk, gathering dust, and her chest heaved with rapid breathing.

Just now... it really didn't take off.

Not only did it fail to take off, it also took a solid fall.

She looked down at her torn stockings and calves, her fingertips twirling as she silently chanted a spell, but the pain in her chest and legs persisted. She could no longer sense the magic she once knew so well, and the unpleasant feeling of hunger filled her mind as she lost the magic that sustained her life.

She touched the small pocket of her bra; the spot where she kept her gold coins was empty, presumably lost when she climbed over the iron gate.

I have no money, so I can't buy anything.

Stealing is not my style.

She wanted to ask for help, at least to find out who the king was, but most people avoided her, only glancing at her out of the corner of their eye.

Sure enough, the silver-haired witch, a jinx, is unwelcome everywhere she goes.

Lin Xiali held this view as always. Her peach lips were pressed into a straight line, her eyes were cold, and the dust on her face could not hide her aura of keeping people at a distance.

Having lived for nearly a hundred years, this witch, who is rather slow-witted in some ways, is completely unaware that the problem might lie in her unapproachable aura.

The silly witch has never been popular.

She held the broken broom in her arms, bent down to pick up her hat, but the movement pulled on her injured leg again, causing her to stagger and lose her balance.

Ouch, my leg...it hurts so much.

An elderly man in a security guard uniform couldn't bear it and stepped forward to help her pick it up, but Xia Li, who was stumbling, stepped precisely on his instep. The little girl was dressed as a witch, and her boots had heels.

That kick really hurt.

Xia Li realized she was wrong, and a sense of apology welled up in her heart.

But having been addressed as "Witch Princess" for so long, her tone and aura remained unchanged, carrying an arrogant and commanding tone... She accidentally uttered two words.

"Apologize."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he froze in shock.

The old man, clutching his foot, was clearly stunned. He looked helplessly at the fierce-looking but flustered silver-haired girl and instinctively replied, "I...I'm sorry, young lady, did I bother you?"

The old man had a good temper and didn't pay much attention to his strange words and attitude.

Xia Li paused, then added two more words, her tone still carrying a hint of strangeness, "I want to apologize."

The old man was stunned. "Then...then apologize?"

"sorry."

"It's okay."

I have a few questions for you.

Her tone was flat and monotone.

"You... no, you're asking?"

"Who is the king here? What place is this? What year is it?"

"A king? Young lady, there is no king in the Republic. This is the Xia Kingdom, the 21st century. You are... a foreigner?"

What kind of people are "foreigners"?

Lin Xiali wondered to herself if this foreigner was edible, like almonds.