On her wedding day, Jiang Xuelin, who had eloped, received good news – her fiancé, the heir of Prince Ping, Fu Hanlai, was also dissatisfied with the marriage and had eloped.
Jiang Xuelin ...
Just as Fu Hanlai was somewhat satisfied with Jiang Xuelin's actions and opened his mouth to eat the cherry, he suddenly felt a shiver, as if he had been struck by something, starting from the soles of his feet, rushing all the way to the top of his head, and then exploding there...
"What nonsense are you spouting? Who is, who is your husband! Don't shout like that!"
This...this!
Does this mean Jiang Xuelin is planning something bad again?
Jiang Xuelin thought about it and agreed. Although she and Fu Hanlai had done everything they were supposed to do, it was indeed a bit of a surprise that Fu Ashou would be so resistant to it.
She wasn't one to make things difficult for anyone. Since Fu Hanlai was unwilling to acknowledge their marital relationship in public, she decided to use a different form of address.
It's not a big deal anyway.
So Jiang Xuelin changed her mind.
"Yes, brother."
Fu Hanlai: "..."
Silence fell.
"Brother, you should eat too."
Fu Hanlai: "..."
After a while, Jiang Xuelin went back to talking to the woman beside her, asking about her situation after the New Year. Fu Hanlai finally spoke up slowly again.
"...It wouldn't be wrong to call him 'husband,' well...after all, we're traveling...um, it'll be more convenient to address him that way..."
Brother? What brother? Who is your brother?
Hearing that "brother" made him want to vomit blood!
"Yes, my husband."
Jiang Xuelin nodded and addressed him again.
Fu Hanlai: "..."
Another wave of tingling sensation washed over me, along with a strange feeling.
I don't know how to describe it.
But since their public identity is that of husband and wife [although they are indeed husband and wife], he naturally can no longer address him by his given name as before.
"Hmm... Madam, this looks like it will be sweeter." Fu Hanlai awkwardly picked up a cherry, deliberately trying out a way to address her.
Jiang Xuelin: "..."
You picked the lightest color, so it doesn't look sweet.
Intentional?
"No need, husband, you can eat it yourself. Here, I'll feed you." With that, she stuffed the cherry that looked unappetizing into Fu Hanlai's mouth.