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Seeing his wife glaring at him with displeasure, Shang Fuyan immediately apologized.

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again next time."

"Hmph, that's more like it."

The little girl was finally satisfied and withdrew her hand. She rolled onto the bed and leaned against the brocade quilt behind her.

Seeing the allure she inadvertently revealed with her movements, the man's eyes darkened slightly, before he could say anything.

The girl stretched out her slender, fair legs and kicked the man's strong, lean waist, giving the order as if it were perfectly natural.

"I'm hungry, go cook me some food."

Her kicks weren't very strong; they were like a tickle when they landed on him. Shang Fuyan wasn't angry at all; instead, the action made her heart flutter with a strange, pleasant sensation.

When he came to his senses again, the other person had already stood up and stepped to the door.

Looking at the world outside the wooden door, which resembled a paradise, Shang Fuyan's gaze wavered. Then, an indescribable sense of unfamiliarity and doubt rose in his heart.

After a moment's pause, he turned to look at the girl behind him without changing his expression, and called out in a deep, clear voice with perfect naturalness:

"Wife, where is the kitchen?"

Sang Huan picked up a book of miscellaneous essays from the bamboo shelf by her bedside and started reading. Hearing this, she casually raised her delicate chin and pointed to the side.

"Turn right after you leave, and be careful not to set the house on fire."

"……good."

When he returned next time, Shang Fuyan was already carrying two bowls of noodles.

A fried egg was placed on top of the noodles, sprinkled with fresh green scallions. A gentle breeze suddenly rose outside, and the rich aroma swirled into the room.

Sang Huan, who was still reading a novel, was so enticed by the aroma that she immediately put down her book and turned to run towards the noodles placed on the small wooden table.

Before she could even settle down, a tall figure loomed over her, completely enveloping her.

Then, a pair of strong arms slipped under her slender waist and knees. In the next instant, she was easily lifted up by the man.

Sang Huan blinked, not showing any surprise, and casually stretched out her arm to wrap around the man's neck to steady herself.

Before she could even ask a question, the man had already spoken first.

"The ground is cold, and you'll easily get sick if you don't wear shoes."

After he finished speaking, he came to the table, pulled out a soft pillow from somewhere and placed it on the chair before carefully putting the girl in his arms on the wooden chair.

As he stood up, he noticed that Sang Huan was pursing her lips, looking somewhat unhappy.

He paused, then reached out and pinched the tip of her nose, his deep, clear voice tinged with helplessness.

"If you don't like wearing shoes, I'll go to the market and buy some carpets to put on them, okay?"

Upon hearing this, Sang Huan's previously unhappy face became much more satisfied, and she glanced at the man with her bright, watery eyes.

She snorted and then reluctantly nodded.

"Alright."

Seeing that she didn't mind the food, but instead took the bowl and ate the noodles gracefully, he noticed that she didn't complain about the food.

Shang Fuyan remained silent for a moment before suddenly speaking again.

"My wife, I'm sorry."

"Huh? What?"

It must be said that although Shang Fuyan's face and overall demeanor seem ethereal, his culinary skills are exceptional.

The noodles were chewy and smooth, and the aroma of eggs was combined with the fresh fragrance of scallions. The moment it entered her mouth, Sang Huan was captivated by the culinary skills.

Hearing that Shang Fuyan was so nice, she was a little confused and slurped the noodles in her mouth.

She tilted her head in confusion. "Why do you need to apologize?"

Meeting her very sincere eyes, Shang Fuyan remained silent for a while before speaking honestly.

"I only found noodles and eggs in the kitchen. We'll go to the market later when we have some free time and buy some more ingredients to cook for you, okay?"

Shang Fuyan's thinking was simple: his little wife was so beautiful, she should have delicacies at every meal.

But now she can only eat noodles with him, which is his dereliction of duty and incompetence as a husband, unable to even satisfy his wife's appetite.

What kind of man is he?

Clearly, Shang Fuyan had already accepted his identity as Sang Huan's "husband" as a matter of course. He was only beginning to reflect on his failure to take good care of his young wife.

"It's okay, I like any noodles you make."

Looking at the man's serious expression, Sang Huan felt a rare sense of guilt.

In fact, not only the kitchen, but also the houses nearby were all temporarily built by her using magic. The fact that there were eggs and noodles in the kitchen was because she stole them from the bandits' lair on her way there.

otherwise……

She coughed, held the noodles in her bowl to show her satisfaction, and even ordered Shang Fuyan to sit down in a fierce tone, worried that he might ask more questions.

Shang Fuyan listened to his wife very much and immediately sat down without saying anything more.

For a moment, only silence remained.

After finishing the small portion of noodles in her bowl, Sang Huan felt quite full, so she simply pushed the bowl in front of the man and asked him to finish it.

Shang Fuyan looked at the bowl with more than half a bowl of noodles left, then looked up and met Sang Huan's gaze. Sang Huan frowned and spoke fiercely.

"What! You're my husband, what's wrong with eating my leftovers!"

Seeing her like this, Shang Fuyan could only nod silently. He pushed his own bowl away, ate from the girl's bowl, and then went to show off the noodles in his own bowl.

Seeing that he was so sensible, Sang Huan smiled with satisfaction.

She leaned back in the chair with her slender and petite body, and only spoke lazily after Shang Fuyan had almost finished eating.

"Since you've been so good, I'll give you a chance to ask a question. Don't miss this opportunity!"

As she spoke, her legs, which were resting on the armchair, swayed gently, causing her emerald green gauze skirt to fall and reveal large expanses of her smooth, alabaster-white skin...

The man, who had just finished drinking noodle soup, suddenly felt a surge of heat in his throat and inexplicably became thirsty...

"Fusang, are you even listening to me?"

A disgruntled, coquettish voice rang out, and Shang Fuyan slowly came back to his senses, looking at the girl who was puffing out her cheeks and glaring at him angrily.

Shang Fuyan's fingertips trembled slightly, his Adam's apple bobbed, but he remained expressionless and sat back down.

"I'm sorry, I was completely captivated by your beauty."

Sang Huan paused, only then noticing the man's deep, burning gaze, so fierce it seemed he wanted to devour her whole.

She paused for a moment, then quietly sat up straight and pulled her skirt down to cover her calves.

He was inwardly somewhat amazed. Everyone said that the Fusang God was rigid and serious, but how come he was so easily provoked...

But that's fine too, it saves her from having to pretend and act like it was an unintentional seduction.

Seeing her like this, Shang Fuyan readily looked away.

Shang Fuyan began to ponder what Sang Huan had just said. He wasn't stupid, even though he had inexplicably lost all his memories.

Shang Fuyan was also certain that he should not have had much of a relationship with the woman in front of him before he lost his memory.

After all, subconscious physical reactions don't lie. If what "wife" said is true, there shouldn't be such a estrangement between him and her.

At the very least, it's impossible for only the wife to be so passionate towards the husband in a marriage.

If that's just his personality...

That's even more impossible. He slept with his young wife the moment he saw her, so how could he be the kind of person who pretends to be distant while pretending to be something he's not?

With such a beautiful wife, he would definitely cherish her with all his might, and there would be no way he would feel any sense of unfamiliarity or distance.

Since the other party deliberately lied to her, she must have her own reasons.

As for what the other party is plotting...

He is now an amnesiac man, and the clothes he wears are all given to him by his young wife. His own clothes are piled up in the woodpile in the kitchen, and they are coarse linen clothes that are tattered to the point of being worn out.

The bamboo basket he carried contained only a few tattered books, so he was definitely not a wealthy or noble person.

Since it's not for the money...

While Shang Fuyan was cooking, she inadvertently passed by the noodles and saw her own face.

Well, he's not bad looking. If his wife isn't after his money, then she must be after his face.

His clothes were so tattered before, he must have suffered a serious injury.

But now she is completely clean and her wounds have healed, so she must have put in a lot of effort.

Thinking of this, a hint of emotion flashed in Shang Fuyan's eyes. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he suddenly spoke.

"You must have had a tough time before."

"What?"

"I..." Shang Fuyan hesitated for a moment, then changed her approach to a more tactful one. "I saw a damaged set of clothes in the kitchen; I suppose it's from when I accidentally fell off the cliff?"

Sang Huan had prepared countless responses, but she never expected Shang Fuyan to suddenly ask this question.

She hesitated for a moment, then looked up and met the man's dark eyes, which were filled with undisguised worry.

Then, without any psychological burden, she hummed in agreement.

"It's good that you know you're causing trouble. Remember to listen to me from now on, okay? But that's nothing, is there anything else you want to ask?"

Seeing that she was about to take over the topic, Shang Fuyan's heart softened even more.

Look how considerate his little wife is. Knowing that he would feel sorry for her, she deliberately avoids the topic to prevent him from worrying.

Really...

I absolutely love it!

Shang Fuyan remained outwardly calm, but his fingertips, resting under the table, couldn't help but gently rub against each other, suppressing the surging emotions within him. His cool, elegant voice rang out.

"To be honest, my wife, I lost all my memories after falling off the cliff. I don't even remember my own name... let alone yours, or how we met and got to know each other. Could you tell me all about it, my wife, so I can see if I can recover some of my memories?"

She was someone who snatched him away halfway through; there was no real acquaintance or meeting between them.

Moreover, the reason the man in front of her had amnesia was because she deliberately fed him the Forgetfulness Pill.

Putting aside the fact that she didn't want the man to regain his memory, even if Sang Huan deliberately brought up Shang Fuyan's past, it wouldn't make a difference.

She was worried that there might be residual power from the God's divided soul, so after feeding him one pill, she felt uneasy and put in three more to ensure he could move around normally before stopping.

In this situation, it's already a miracle that he hasn't become an idiot, let alone regain his memory?

But given the current situation, Sang Huan couldn't possibly voice her thoughts.

She paused for a moment, then casually made up a story about a scholar in distress who was rescued, and how the two fell in love in a bamboo forest and vowed to spend the rest of their lives there.

The memories of several lifetimes were fused together, and the story she made up was roughly coherent, but some details couldn't stand scrutiny, which Sang Huan would always gloss over when she talked about it.

Shang Fuyan didn't speak, but smiled and nodded occasionally in agreement. Only after he finished speaking did she nod.

His eyes were gentle as water, and his voice was low and clear, filled with an unconcealed sense of guilt.

"So that's how it is. It's I who have been a burden to my wife."

Seeing that she wasn't following the script and was instead looking at her with guilty eyes, Sang Huan felt a little uncomfortable.

Her eyes drifted guiltily out the window, her tone somewhat unnatural.

"It's nothing, we're husband and wife, why bother? Alright, hurry up and wash the dishes, we need to go to the market to buy groceries later."

"it is good."

Seeing that she was telling him to leave, Shang Fuyan did not refuse. He turned around with a smile on his lips and left leisurely.

Huanhuan has been taking care of him tirelessly these past two days, and now she's even going so far as to fabricate such a flawed story just to keep him around. She must be head over heels in love with him.

How could he possibly betray such a sincere and passionate heart?

Thinking of the food that seemed so out of place with his exquisite appearance, Shang Fuyan secretly made up his mind that he would definitely make sure his little wife lived a good life.

We absolutely cannot let her suffer!

Thinking of this, the curve of the man's thin lips gradually flattened, and a look of determination appeared in his eyes.

Sang Huan had no idea what he was thinking. She sat in the armchair and watched Shang Fuyan turn and enter the house.

She twirled a strand of dark hair between her slender fingers, then turned her gaze back to the beautiful scenery outside, recalling the plot that had entered her mind a couple of days ago.

Shang Fuyan, Fusang.

After the creation of the world, it was transformed from the Fusang tree, which was nurtured by the essence of the sun and stars. Later, in the ancient war between gods and immortals, gods and demons were annihilated, leaving only some immortals who were transformed by spiritual energy in later generations.

Because he did not understand the rules of the world, he caused great harm to the human world, which aroused the resentment of the people. He was moved by the Fusang tree, which was hidden in the depths of chaos.

The Fusang Tree has appeared in the world to re-establish the rules of the world, separating immortals and mortals into their respective realms, so that they may not interfere with each other.

When faced with resistance from the immortals, he simply waved his hand and established rules.

Only those who successfully overcome the tribulations of the seven emotions and six desires in the mortal realm can be reincarnated as immortals; those who fail will be reborn into the animal realm and reincarnate.

Faced with its overwhelming power, the immortals harbored resentment but dared not utter a word.

It was at this time that the female protagonist, who had been pampered by her parents and had never been criticized for her mistakes, stepped forward.

She felt that gods are born powerful and should act as they please, so why should they have to worry about mortals!

This world should rightfully belong to them! The actions of the Fusang God are nothing more than a deliberate attempt to oppress these immortals and gods, to make himself appear aloof and superior!

The little princess, who had never experienced the harshness of the world, made a bold decision.

She plotted against the god, wanting him to be banished to the mortal realm and suffer the torment of being schemed against by mortals.

In this way, when he returns to the immortal realm, he will lose face and witness the filth among mortals, thus turning against them!

Therefore, the naive little princess even humbled herself to descend to the mortal realm, preparing to personally set the fire.

The deity underwent three tribulations in the mortal realm.

In his first life, he was the governor of Kyushu. He discovered that a corrupt official in the cities surrounding the king was using the wealth and happiness of the people to create a dream of peace and prosperity.

He risked his life to find her, and just as he was about to return to the capital after collecting evidence, the little princess informed the corrupt official of his actions. The official was shocked and sent assassins to intercept and kill him.

He desperately tried to escape, and was about to go to the capital to report on his duties when the little princess broke his limbs and imprisoned him in her mansion. The so-called letter was torn up by her.

The deity, driven by hatred, refused to yield. So the little princess brought a commoner's head to her every day, including a child who had begged the deity to heal his mother.

He had promised before he left that he would soon be freed from this place.

But now, when they meet again, the child has lost his life because of him!

In his rage, the god stabbed the innocent princess with all his might, and then committed suicide in anger!