(Black-haired Di Cangli!)
"Little thing, do you have a name?"
"If not, how about I give you one?"
Di Cangli was soaking in the Spirit Spring, holding Little Mofeng in her arms.
After the two of them had splashed around and played in the Spirit Spring, Di Cangli held Mofeng close. When the topic turned to giving him a name, Di Cangli looked at Mofeng with those alluring, beautiful eyes, which actually held a hint of eager anticipation.
Meanwhile, he was lying back leisurely and contentedly on Mount Everest, with his hands propped behind his head. Di Cangli was supporting the rest of his body with her hand while he crossed one leg over his other short leg, swinging them back and forth in a carefree manner with a smug expression on his face.
At that moment, he really looked like he was missing a blade of foxtail grass to dangle from his mouth.
When Mofeng heard Di Cangli's words and looked into those shining eyes, which were filled with anticipation as she gazed at him, a sudden chill washed over him.
Seeing the gleaming look in Di Cangli's eyes, Mofeng's lips twitched slightly. His intuition told him that this fierce woman would definitely not come up with any good name for him.
Just as Mofeng was wondering how to reply so as not to hurt Di Cangli's feelings, Di Cangli watched Mofeng remain silent, and the light in her eyes grew even brighter.
"Wait, wait, wait!"
"I have a name!"
Seeing Di Cangli's eyes shining brighter and brighter—and having a strong feeling that this fellow was about to spit out something terrible—Little Mofeng, who had been lounging so comfortably on Mount Everest, instantly sat straight up.
Looking at Di Cangli before him, he spoke up: "Mofeng!"
"Mofeng, as in: 'Borrow two liang of ink from the mortal world, to paint all the old mountains and rivers beneath the heavens.'"
"Mofeng, as in: 'Put down the brush and cease writing of lovesick yearning, as the late autumn scenery intoxicates the human heart.'"
"Oh."
Di Cangli, who had still been full of enthusiasm, instantly saw her exquisite and stunning little face fall at Mofeng's words.
Seeing Di Cangli's fallen expression, Mofeng smiled and said, "My future wife, we've already been through all that, and I've told you my name."
"What about yours? I still don't know your name."
To deflect Di Cangli and her ill intentions, Mofeng decided to shift her focus and asked the question.
"W-Wife?"
Hearing Mofeng's words, Di Cangli, holding Little Mofeng, looked at Mofeng with a gaze full of confusion and asked, "Wife, what is that?"
"Sigh~"
Seeing the utter confusion in Di Cangli's eyes, Mofeng reached out and slapped his own forehead.
The generational gap was just too wide. He'd completely forgotten.
With that thought, Mofeng looked at Di Cangli and explained, "A wife simply means a spouse and a lady of the house."
Hearing Mofeng's explanation, Di Cangli, whose little face had just fallen, instantly lit up with shining eyes and a bright, radiant smile. She hugged Little Mofeng and giggled foolishly.
*Wife... he called me his wife!* And Little Mofeng, held by Di Cangli right there on Mount Everest, looked at the silly-smiling Di Cangli in front of him, his mouth twitching slightly.
Perhaps this easy-to-get wife of his wasn't just a bit fierce; she also looked downright silly.
*Sigh~* At this thought, Mofeng sighed helplessly in his heart and shook his little head.
Truly, the ancients never lied. Big chest, empty head—big chest, empty head.
Given that scale, her brain mass, even magnified a thousand times under a magnifying glass, would probably only reach the size of a sesame seed.
Little Mofeng, sitting atop Mount Everest, shifted his little bottom and agreed with this thought wholeheartedly.
It wasn't until Di Cangli finally snapped out of her silly giggles that she looked at Mofeng with a smile as bright as flowers: "I am Di Cangli."
"Di as in the female emperor, Cang as in the vast blue heavens, and Li as in the water-moon glazed crystal."
"That's a fine name!"
Hearing Di Cangli state her own name made Mofeng feel a bit like it came straight out of an anime.Regardless, no matter how foolish or dramatic his future wife might be, she was still his future wife. Mofeng had intended to offer a insincere compliment, never imagining that his silly wife, Di Cangli, would actually take it seriously.
Hearing his praise, Di Cangli’s eyes sparkled as she looked at Mofeng, filled with expectation. "Right? Right?"
"Hurry, tell me, what makes my name so good?"
"If you can't come up with anything!"
"Hee hee."
As she spoke, Di Cangli looked at Mofeng, seemingly thinking of something delightful, and chuckled. She waved her hand playfully in front of him, mimicking a spanking gesture.
Then, she followed it with a motion that made Mofeng nearly jump out of his skin, his hair standing on end.
He watched as Di Cangli’s slender hand, which had been mimicking the spanking gesture, curled its middle finger and pressed it against her thumb, forming the motion of flicking his manhood. She then licked the corner of her lips.
"..."
Mofeng was rendered speechless. Looking at her, he realized exactly what this seemingly airheaded wife of his was plotting.
He stared at Di Cangli, who was blinking her large, shimmering eyes at him with such intense expectation. He realized that no matter what he said, he was likely destined for "punishment."
Thinking this, Mofeng felt he still had a chance to save himself. His brain raced, frantically searching for the right words.
As his round eyes darted around, a plan formed in Mofeng’s mind. He grinned at Di Cangli and said, "I can't put it into words, and it's impossible to describe."
"But it just sounds good."
"Hmm?"
"How should I put it?"
"The moment I heard your name, I knew: my future wife is none other than you!"
"It doesn't matter what anyone else says! I, Mofeng, have declared it!"
"Even if the King of Heaven himself were to show up, I would still say that the moment I heard your name, I knew you were my wife!"
With that, Mofeng clapped his little hands together, pointed at Di Cangli, and said with absolute certainty, "That’s right. Hearing your name told me that my future wife is you."
"You little thing, you're quite crafty."
"However, if the 'King of Heaven' you speak of dared to object, I would make him regret ever coming into this world!"
When Mofeng had been praising her, the words "as fake as it gets" might as well have been written across his face. Thus, feeling playful, Di Cangli had decided to tease the little fellow.
Hearing Mofeng’s reply, Di Cangli laughed.
Watching Mofeng secretly breathe a sigh of relief, Di Cangli placed him on the bank and stepped out of the Spirit Spring herself.
Her graceful, alluring, and alabaster body was fully exposed to Mofeng’s gaze. Watching Di Cangli leisurely and elegantly put on her clothes, Mofeng swallowed hard.
White. It was incredibly white.
As a certain famous person once said: it is a mysterious jungle; some enter and some leave. Those who enter must eventually leave, and once they leave, they no longer wish to enter—that is life. But what met his eyes was no jungle.
It was a mesmerizing, otherworldly paradise, smooth as a mirror, a narrow path to heaven. Regrettably, before he could truly appreciate the view, Di Cangli had already scooped him up.
"Let’s go, little one. I’m taking you back to make an announcement..."
"To announce my man!"