Chapter 161: Chapter 158: Domineering Liu Hui
Pfft~
Xiaohuihui...
Heh heh.
Liu Hui’s mouth twitched. He suddenly felt that this reunion might have been a mistake.
"My dear wife, let’s not use a nickname from so many years ago, shall we?" Liu Hui said with a wry smile.
The name "Xiaohuihui" was just too damn embarrassing!
When Liu Hui said the word "wife" this time, it carried a completely different feeling than it had before.
An image from their childhood flashed through Nangong Yan’s mind.
A little girl with her hair in a high ponytail and wearing a red bodice had knocked a frail-looking little boy, who seemed a few years younger than her, to the ground.
She grabbed the boy’s ear, raised a small, pink fist, and threatened menacingly, "Xiaohuihui, if you don’t marry me today, I’ll beat you so badly your own mother won’t recognize you. Believe it or not?"
The boy looked like he was about to cry, utterly frustrated. ’How did I end up in this little she-leopard’s sights?!’
He quickly said, "Sister Xiaoyanzi, getting married is something grown-ups do. We’re just kids."
"Enough with the nonsense. Just tell me, will you marry me or not?"
The girl tightened her grip, and the boy’s ear was instantly twisted a hundred and eighty degrees.
"I’ll marry you! I’ll marry you! Sister Xiaoyanzi, let go! You’re going to pull my ear off!" The boy was in so much pain he was on the verge of tears.
Hearing his answer, the girl finally let go, satisfied.
Her little face turned red as she puckered her lips and closed her eyes, seeming to be waiting for something.
The boy rubbed his reddened ear. Seeing the girl’s strange behavior, he asked in confusion, "Sister Xiaoyanzi, what are you doing? Is this a new Cultivation method?"
At his words, the girl’s eyes snapped open, a look of thirty percent shyness and seventy percent fury in them.
’A girl closes her eyes and puckers her lips, and you fucking think it’s a new Cultivation method?!’
’This isn’t just low EQ—you’re a complete idiot!’
Furious, the girl smacked the boy right on his bottom.
"Xiaohuihui, are you trying to die?"
The boy still didn’t know what he had done wrong. He felt deeply wronged but didn’t dare ask.
The girl leaned down, wrapped an arm around the boy’s neck, and planted a firm kiss right on his lips.
After the kiss, the girl was clearly a nervous and shy wreck, but she feigned composure on the surface and patted the boy’s shoulder hard.
She declared in an extremely bossy tone, "You’ve been stamped by me now, so from now on, you’re my man! If anyone in this Imperial City dares to bully you, just drop my name!"
"Let’s go! Time to get married!"
And so, the boy was dragged away by the girl, stumbling as they disappeared down the street.
The memory ended abruptly there. Nangong Yan was unwilling to recall what happened next.
Her eyes grew hazy, covered by a film of mist.
’He must have suffered so much all these years!’
Seeing this, Liu Hui’s heart stirred. He puckered his lips, leaned in close to Nangong Yan, and teased, "My dear wife, you owe me eleven years, six months, and seven days of ’stamps.’ Don’t you think it’s time to make up for them today?"
Seeing how completely different Liu Hui was from his childhood self, Nangong Yan wasn’t disappointed at all. Instead, she was secretly delighted.
’This blockhead has finally gotten a clue!’
’He even remembers the exact amount of time we’ve been apart!’
’He hasn’t forgotten me. Not for a moment!’
Nangong Yan was suddenly overwhelmed with happiness.
If she knew that Liu Hui had just made up the "eleven years, six months, and seven days," one wonders if she would have plucked all his Dragon Scales.
"Xiaohuihui—"
"Don’t call me Xiaohuihui!" Liu Hui suddenly growled, cutting Nangong Yan off. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her fiercely.
SMACK!
"Remember, from now on, call me husband, or Brother Hui!" His tone was domineering, leaving no room for argument.
The crowd: "..."
’Subjecting us to your PDA is one thing, but what did we ever do to deserve being punished with such cringey lines?’
’We’ll change our ways, we promise!’
And yet, this was exactly the kind of thing Nangong Yan fell for. She fidgeted with the hem of her clothes, her head hung low against her chest, looking just like a shy girl next door.
Her and Liu Hui’s roles were now completely the reverse of what they were in their childhood.
This scene played out before the eyes of Qian Duoduo, Zhu Fan, and Zhao Zijun, scaring the daylights out of all three of them.
’Oh my heavens, is that really Nangong Yan? The same Nangong Yan who has beaten up half the young masters in the Imperial City?’
In the span of just a few breaths, she had transformed from a formidable tomboy into a gentle girl who could blush, cry, and even act tenderly after being kissed so forcefully!
’My head is spinning! We must be dreaming!’
"Little... Brother Hui, where have you been all these years?"
In the end, Nangong Yan couldn’t bring herself to call Liu Hui "husband." They weren’t children anymore, after all, and as a young woman, she knew she had to maintain a certain level of modesty and propriety.
Liu Hui smiled. "We can talk about that after we leave this place. My portly brother and I have something to take care of first. Don’t worry, I’ll come find you!"
With that, Liu Hui gently stroked Nangong Yan’s hair and turned to leave.
"Oh, right!" Before he left, something occurred to Liu Hui. He sent a voice transmission to Nangong Yan, "If that Wealth-Bringing Boy goes looking for trouble with my master, don’t get involved. My master is incredibly strong. Let’s just say, he could suppress me with a single hand."
After saying that, Liu Hui blew her a kiss and left with Jin Sanpang.
For Nangong Yan, if not for the lingering taste of Liu Hui on her lips, she would have thought everything that just happened was a dream.
Watching the departing backs of Liu Hui and Jin Sanpang, she sighed and thought, ’Your powerful return is going to cause a lot of people some sleepless nights. Back then... Sigh... No matter what, I won’t miss my chance this time!’
Just then, Qian Duoduo dragged his bruised and battered body to his feet.
"Those two robbers are finally gone. But in the end, you’re still too naive! Hahaha!"
He pulled his old trick again, spitting a Storage Ring out of his mouth.
He slid it onto his finger with a great show of pride, and it shimmered with a radiant glow.
He took out a new set of clothes and put them on, then gave a set each to Zhu Fan and Zhao Zijun.
"Let’s go, let’s go! We’ll avoid those two and go straight for Mo Qi! We’ll take back everything we lost from him!"
Qian Duoduo seemed to have forgotten his pain, once again full of vigor.
"Don’t worry, I’ll cover everything that was stolen from you. I’ll compensate you after we get out of here. I won’t let you suffer a loss."
Having been robbed of their possessions and stripped of their clothes, Zhu Fan and Zhao Zijun were also furious and eager for revenge, so they didn’t refuse.
"Are you sure that Mo Qi only has a Qi Refining Cultivation?" the two of them asked again and again.
They had been traumatized by their beating from Jin Sanpang and were terrified of being screwed over by Qian Duoduo again.
Qian Duoduo slapped his chest. "I’m absolutely, one hundred percent positive! If I’m wrong, my name isn’t Qian Duoduo!"
"Alright then, let’s go!"
Nangong Yan watched them with a sympathetic gaze. "..."
She didn’t warn them about Mo Qi’s true strength. Since Liu Hui had told her via voice transmission, it meant he didn’t want her to reveal it.
"Nangong Yan, I never thought you had an old flame with such... unusual tastes, hahaha." Qian Duoduo walked over with a smile, a teasing look on his face.
Nangong Yan composed herself. The corners of her lips curled up as she cracked her knuckles, which let out a series of CRACK, CRACK, CRACK sounds.
Her gentleness was reserved for Liu Hui alone.
"What was that? I didn’t quite hear you. Could you please say it again?"
"Heh heh, nothing! Nice weather we’re having today, huh?"
Qian Duoduo laughed nervously and scurried away, breaking out in a cold sweat.
’Damn it, I was almost fooled by that brief moment of tenderness!’
’A tomboy is still a tomboy, after all!’
