My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot

Aurora Sinclair’s return was as festive as New Year’s.

Leigh Miles led the Morgan family’s daughters-in-law to the kitchen to cook.

Meanwhile, Aurora Sinclair and Alvin Morgan went to a small, specially built courtyard in the villa complex to offer incense.

This was the ancestral hall for the Morgan and Sinclair families, housing the spirit tablets of the deceased members of both families.

Cassius Morgan, Susan Warner, Preston Sinclair, Forrest Sinclair...

"They passed away peacefully," Alvin Morgan said, his arm around her shoulders.

A flicker of emotion, tinged with self-blame, appeared in Aurora Sinclair’s eyes. "I didn’t expect so much time to pass..."

"They all understood..." Alvin Morgan patted her shoulder comfortingly.

Aurora Sinclair turned and hugged his waist, burying her head in his chest. "Morgan," she said, her voice muffled, "I have to leave again in a few days."

Alvin Morgan’s hand paused. Stroking her hair, he asked, "Are you going into The Hidden Realm?"

"Mhm... Hector Lennox broke through to the Quasi-god level a long time ago. He’s been waiting for me to enter The Hidden Realm with him..."

"Have you contacted him?" Alvin Morgan asked, looking down at her.

"Not yet. I came straight back after I woke up..." Remembering her teleportation, Aurora Sinclair hesitated before looking up. "Morgan, I think I’ve gained a new ability..."

"What is it?"

To Alvin Morgan’s astonishment, Aurora Sinclair’s body vanished from his arms and reappeared outside the house in an instant.

After a long moment, Alvin Morgan looked at her with a complex expression. "Aurora, you may have mastered this planet’s Space Power."

Following that, Aurora Sinclair and Alvin Morgan began running experiments in the small courtyard.

Aurora Sinclair teleported while holding Alvin Morgan. Only Aurora moved; Alvin remained in place.

She teleported while holding an incense box. The box moved with her.

Next, she tried it with a potted plant. The pot moved with Aurora, but the plant itself did not.

...

Finally, Alvin Morgan made a preliminary deduction:

Aurora Sinclair could only teleport with inanimate objects, and the weight of the object had to be something she could physically carry...

To verify this hypothesis, the two became so engrossed in their experiments in the courtyard that they lost all track of time.

Until the gate to the small courtyard was pushed open from the outside.

"Dad..."

Graham Morgan, who had just returned from a trip, froze on the spot, dumbfounded.

Because his "liar" of a mother, whom he hadn’t seen in decades, was standing in front of his father holding a heavy stone stool in her left hand and a camellia pot from the courtyard in her right, while his dad was even making her hold a platter of offerings in her mouth.

’This is...’

"What are you two doing?"

Graham Morgan panicked. He rushed over, snatched the stone stool from Aurora Sinclair’s hands, and looked at his father in disbelief. "Dad, Mom is so thin! How could you make her carry all this stuff?"

He had held a lot of resentment toward his mother over the years, not just because she had broken her promise, but also because she had missed one major event after another in his life.

Out of respect for his father’s status, others didn’t dare mock him to his face, but they gossiped plenty behind his back.

But as he got older, he gradually came to understand what his mother had gone to do.

He was a Martial Artist himself, so he naturally understood that when High Rank Martial Cultivators entered seclusion, it could last for decades or even centuries. Still, he resented her. He resented her for being heartless, for only caring about her own Martial Cultivation and disregarding her family.

He had originally planned to come back and properly confront her, but seeing her carrying so many things still made his heart ache for her.

Alvin Morgan glanced at his eldest son and said flatly, "Give the stone stool back to your mom."

"Dad..."

Aurora Sinclair took the platter from her mouth and patted her son’s arm. "Your dad and I are running an experiment..."

"Huh?"

Under Graham Morgan’s confused gaze, Aurora Sinclair took the stone stool from his hands again and, on Alvin Morgan’s command, vanished on the spot.

Only the camellia tree was left behind, which nearly fell on Graham Morgan’s foot.

Alvin Morgan spoke into his watch. "Total weight of carried items: 63.3 kg. Stone stool: success. Platter: success. Flowerpot and soil: success. Camellia plant: failure..."

Graham Morgan was completely stunned. Especially when he saw his mother walk out of the house carrying everything, he began to question reality itself.

’What did I just see?’

’Spatial teleportation?’

’My mom really is an Ancient Martial Superman!!!’

Graham Morgan was stupefied, staring blankly at the woman who hadn’t changed a bit in decades.

"Go weigh the flowerpot over there..." Alvin Morgan pointed to a Ditto Miles brand infrared sensor scale set up nearby, unceremoniously putting his eldest son to work as manual labor.

And so, Graham Morgan, dressed in slacks and a dress shirt, found himself doing the most menial hauling work.

"Dad, wait, let me get some other things..."

Once Graham Morgan understood what their experiment was about, the scientific brain he’d inherited from his father kicked into high gear. His eyes lit up, and his entire demeanor became fervent.

Unexpectedly, Alvin Morgan just shot him a look. "Isn’t your mother tired?"

"Huh?"

"Clean up the courtyard."

Then, his dad took his mom’s hand and left the courtyard without a backward glance, leaving a complete mess for him to clean up.

Graham Morgan: ...

***

The reunion dinner was at eight in the evening.

Several large round tables were set up beside the man-made lake in the villa complex.

Aurora Sinclair wasn’t one for words, nor was her personality as severe and unaccommodating of jokes as other High Rank Martial Cultivators.

As a result, she had barely taken a few bites of food before Leigh Miles and a few other familiar female relatives toasted her with several glasses of wine.

When the others saw she didn’t put on any airs, they also relaxed and came forward one by one to offer toasts.

Seeing that their father wasn’t stopping it, Graham Morgan and his two siblings started to worry.

The Morgan brothers began taking turns standing up to intercept the toasts for her.

"Mr. Ford, I’ll drink this one for my mom. I’ll finish mine, you can drink as you please..." Graham Morgan clinked his glass against Mr. Ford’s and tilted his head back, downing the drink in one go.

After that, anyone who came to toast Aurora Sinclair was intercepted by the three siblings and their significant others.

It made everyone joke that Aurora Sinclair had a strong "toast-blocking team."

The dinner party continued late into the night before people gradually dispersed.

Aside from Aurora Sinclair and those who didn’t drink, everyone was drunk.

After getting everyone settled, Alvin Morgan hurriedly pulled Aurora Sinclair back to their room.

The moment they were through the door, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her lips.

It was a fiery, lingering kiss that spoke of more than thirty years of longing.

He had waited for her for too long—so long that every night, he didn’t dare sleep for too long.

He was afraid that if he couldn’t wait until her return, he would never open his eyes again.

Thankfully, she had returned, and while his body was still strong and healthy.

"Wait..." Aurora Sinclair, who was now lying on the bed, said suddenly.

Alvin Morgan’s body froze, his gaze slightly displeased. "What’s wrong?"

Aurora Sinclair raised a hand and tapped his Energy Sea Acupoint, infusing his body with a great deal of Vitality and Wood Attribute Energy.

She said softly, "Don’t just take random medicines."

Alvin Morgan: ...

Martial Artists generally live longer than ordinary people. Alvin Morgan had also been very careful about his health over the years, dedicating himself to scientific research on life extension, all so he could extend his own life and spend more time with Aurora Sinclair.

But this heartless little thing was accusing him of taking random medicines.

At that thought, Alvin Morgan lowered his head and gave her shoulder a light bite, saying through clenched teeth, "Who do you think I’m taking all this medicine for?"

Aurora Sinclair wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled his head down, and whispered against his ear, "I won’t let you leave me so easily..."

The room was filled with tenderness, a testament to their long-awaited reunion...