Xian Hui assumed the young girl had simply raised a pig named A’Mo. Seeing how upset she was, he kindly tried to comfort her. “Miss, since A’Mo is just a pig, why get so angry over it?”
“Who gave you permission to call him a pig?” Fengguang finally looked straight at him. Pointing the branch at him, she snapped fiercely, “Only I’m allowed to call him a pig—what right do you have?”
For a moment, Xian Hui was completely baffled. “Miss… but you were the one who said—”
Before he could finish, the girl’s expression suddenly turned fearful. She quickly stood up and turned to leave, as if she had just seen something terrifying.
Xian Hui also rose to his feet. Turning to the side, he saw a man dressed in white. The man stood tall and elegant, as refined as jade—just standing there, he was already a sight to behold. Especially his eyes—they seemed to carry a constant hint of a smile, yet also held an effortless ability to see straight into a person’s heart.
What was most unsettling was that, even under his gaze, one couldn’t feel fear or intimidation. It was as if… a man this gentle could never possibly harm anyone.
The man in white spoke softly, “Fengguang.”
Xian Hui watched as the girl in red froze, her steps halted as though she could no longer run.
The man continued, “You’ve been ignoring me for two incense sticks’ worth of time. Normally, you can only last one before talking to me again.”
“S-So what?” Fengguang turned back, trying to muster an angry front, though inside she felt completely unsure.
The man smiled, gentle as polished jade. “Since you’ve reached your limit, stop sulking, alright?”
She pressed her lips together, looking at him without speaking.
He sighed softly, then extended a hand. “Come here. I want to hold you.”
“We’re still in the middle of a cold war…” she said with a firm expression, though her eyes wavered. After a moment, she muttered, “Well… since you’re asking like this, I guess I’ll take pity on you…”
She walked over, took his hand, and fell into his arms. Breathing in his familiar, pleasant scent, she let out a contented sigh and nuzzled against his chest. “Just so we’re clear… this time, it counts as you losing.”
“Alright, I lose.” His eyes were filled with the utmost tenderness. After all, whenever she declared a “cold war,” it always ended with him giving in. Usually, she couldn’t last more than one incense stick, but this time she had endured nearly two—only because he had gone “too far.” Not only had he taken her osmanthus cakes, he had also found all the snacks she had hidden.
Though he didn’t really want to make the comparison, when he discovered boxes of sweets hidden in her wardrobe, her dressing table, and even in the corners of her desk… he couldn’t help but think she was like a squirrel hoarding food for the winter—a squirrel that knew the most dangerous places were often the safest.
He had truly underestimated her obsession with food.
After quite some time, Xian Hui finally came back to his senses. Seeing the couple completely ignoring him as they openly displayed their affection, he eventually found his voice again. “May I ask who you two are?”
The man in white smiled faintly. “My name is Liu Nianfeng, and this is my wife.”
“Your wife?” Xian Hui paused. “You’re married?”
Lucien On ABRWF Chapter 34.1