Those Days When I Was Taken Care of by My Witch Wife

[Urban daily life + fighting + funny + soft-boiled male + single female protagonist] Most people may enter the Strange Bureau to slay demons and save the common people. I, Qin Bai, am different. I, Qin Bai, will never be a slave unless I have five insurances plus one gold, including food and shelter. After all, my "weak and unable to take care of myself" witch wife eats rare and exotic animals, using thousand-year-old chalcedony, and even the Bruce she raises eats canned Spirit Beast brand - relying on my dead salary? It's been sucked dry (literally)! During the day, I would rather die than surrender: "I won't catch this monster, but I will catch whoever wants to catch it!" "Whoever likes to make this money can make it, even dogs can't make it!" In the evening, I said with a flattering look on my face: "Your Majesty Queen, what do you think of this month's 'pocket money'?" Until one day, the ancient evil object that the bureau was tracking suddenly appeared in my living room, being patted and played with by my "virtuous" wife with her slippers. It's over. My career as a soft-loan and the iron-clad job of a civil servant seem to be about to explode together? "Leader! I was wrong! If the dog doesn't make money, I make it. You know that! I have no other hobbies. It's easy to make money. I love making money. I like making money!" This is a fantasy "sand sculpture" story about soft food but hard work, greed for money and lust.