Chapter 110 Strict Wife Control [Subscribe Request]

The old lady watched and fumed, accusing incessantly like a chain of firecrackers.

"Can't you even make the bed properly? Are you regressing with age? Are you only good at stealing? What good are you even for?"

"And this, can't you use your aura to wrap up the smell before cleaning? What on earth did you cultivate during your Daoist practice? What's the use of your improved spiritual cultivation now that your injuries have healed?"

"And what's this on the window? Why does it smell so foul? Is your nose broken? Can't you smell it?"

"And this!"

"And this, this, this, this...."

The old man's face turned ashen. He suddenly missed the years of his paralysis, which to him, were the most comfortable and happiest days of his life.

Now, his recovery just meant falling back under her thumb, back into a life dominated by her demands.

Finally, after frantically tidying up, the whole room smelled fresh and fragrant, filled with a warm, domestic air thanks to his wife.