"You already knew I was joking, yet you still deliberately teased me," Little Wei muttered under her breath.
That was just how it was.
"I didn’t," Ji Cheng replied.
"I’m not that kind of humorous person."
Little Wei found the line oddly familiar—wasn’t that her own original line?
Whatever. Since Ji Cheng was her wife, there was no need to dwell on it.
"How about buying some ice cream before we leave?" Little Wei had a craving.
Unlike before, after becoming a deity, she no longer had to worry about things like periods. Now she could devour ice cream to her heart’s content.
"If you like it, then let’s buy some," Ji Cheng wasn’t particularly opposed to the idea.
"Let’s get a lot." Little Wei wasn’t someone easily satisfied.
Ji Cheng: "..."
"As long as you’re happy."
Ji Cheng didn’t know what else to say. She just felt that if things continued like this, Little Wei would soon become the only pig deity among all the livestock that had ascended to godhood.
Little Wei sneezed violently, rubbing her nose as she glared at Ji Cheng.
"Feels like someone’s bad-mouthing me. It must be Chi Mu. Next time he comes looking for us, you have to help me beat him up."
Ji Cheng agreed instantly. "Sure."
Even though she was the one secretly cursing Little Wei in her heart, beating up Chi Mu was a no-lose situation.
Worth executing.
"Oh, and that Gu Yu—he acts like my dad picked him up off the street. Usually so serious, but when it comes to roasting me, he never misses. We should teach him a lesson when we get the chance."
"Sure," Ji Cheng agreed again.
But she would never actually lay a hand on Gu Yu. At most, she’d scold him verbally.
After all, no one would seriously argue with a brat like Little Wei.
Not even a little loli.
Ji Cheng took Little Wei to a hotpot place near the company. The place was lively at night, with a great atmosphere. Ji Cheng booked a private room, finally giving their ears some peace.
Little Wei piled her plate high with ingredients, forcing Ji Cheng—who had originally planned to grab some herself—to stay seated.
If she took any more, they’d never finish it all.
They’d end up having to waddle out, and while Ji Cheng had grown up poor, she wasn’t about to let a meal reduce her to that state.
But the ingredients at Void Realm restaurants were all top-tier, cultivated in pocket dimensions with the densest spiritual energy. Most were supplied by Leap Void Corporation, each vegetable crisp and fresh.
"I think the best decision I ever made was meeting Ye Jin," Little Wei said, popping a cherry tomato into her mouth, her eyes crinkling with delight.
Ji Cheng smiled at her.
"Mhm."
Little Wei immediately realized her mistake.
"Wait, no—the best decision was meeting you." She mentally facepalmed.
Ugh, why did she keep saying such things? She sounded like some lovesick fool.
Ji Cheng: "?"
"I didn’t say I minded. I’m not that petty," Ji Cheng murmured, her eyes fixed on the boiling pot, unfazed.
If she were the jealous type, Little Wei would’ve driven her to an early grave decades ago.
"Oh, really?" Little Wei propped her chin on her hand, studying Ji Cheng across the table.
She didn’t buy it.
If this were just the usual Ji Cheng, maybe.
But "A-Si" had a memory like an elephant when it came to grudges.
So, Little Wei snatched Ji Cheng’s favorite tripe right off her chopsticks.
"I want this."
Ji Cheng felt Little Wei was testing her patience, but she handed it over anyway.
"Give me all of it, okay?" Little Wei pushed her luck.
Ji Cheng: "..."
She could see it now—Little Wei was deliberately provoking her.
"No," Ji Cheng refused flatly. "Don’t be greedy. I want some too."
Little Wei was about to plug her ears and chant "la la la" when Ji Cheng suddenly slid into her side of the booth, cornering her.
"You want to hog all the food and ruin my mood?"
Ji Cheng chuckled softly, her smile not reaching her eyes, sending a chill down Little Wei’s spine.
Whimper. Big sis is scary.
Before Ji Cheng could say another word, Little Wei leaned up and pecked her on the lips.
Ji Cheng froze.
Her brows furrowed as she instinctively pulled back.
"What was that for?"
Little Wei kept teasing and flirting with her, and Ji Cheng was losing her composure.
She really wanted to teach this reckless little brat a lesson.
Too bad they were in public.
But a small punishment was doable.
Ji Cheng pinched her thigh, and Little Wei’s leg went numb.
Nooo.
Fine, fine, she’d behave!
"Don’t resort to violence. That’s no fun," Little Wei whined.
That was just mean.
Ji Cheng: "..."
"If I don’t, will you ever listen to me?" Ji Cheng almost laughed.
This brat wouldn’t obey unless disciplined.
Little Wei pouted, sulking.
Whatever. She’d just eat quietly.
"Here, take it all." She meekly slid the tripe back to Ji Cheng’s plate.
But Ji Cheng stood up, took the plate, and set it in front of herself—right next to Little Wei.
Little Wei’s instincts screamed danger.
She had a bad feeling about this.
"I’ll eat here," Ji Cheng said, sitting down beside her.
Little Wei: "..."
She regretted everything. She never should’ve teased Ji Cheng. She was sorry, okay?!
"Could you, uh, maybe sit back over there? Please?" Little Wei was on the verge of tears.
Having Ji Cheng this close was way too much pressure.
"Hmm, I don’t think so," Ji Cheng said airily.
Little Wei: ?
Since when did Ji Cheng sound so smug?
Ugh, she wanted to punch something.
"Come on, if you move, we won’t be so cramped," Little Wei wheedled, her voice sugary sweet.
"Don’t bother whispering sweet nothings. It won’t work," Ji Cheng said, eyes downcast. If not for the fact she was eating, Little Wei would’ve thought she’d entered monk-like meditation.
Little Wei: ???
Fine. Whatever.
Wait—who was whispering sweet nothings?!
They weren’t even in bed! That phrasing made it sound so sketchy.
"I’ll just eat," Little Wei gave up arguing.
She might as well get a job with all this wasted effort.
Ji Cheng watched Little Wei’s frustrated pouting and couldn’t help but smile.
This girl was too adorable.
The meal ended awkwardly. Once they got home—Gu Shengsheng was staying at Gu Yu’s place since it was closer to the city center for school—only the two of them remained.
Little Wei tensed, but before she could react, Ji Cheng’s arms circled her waist.
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