"Fine, if you won't call me Dad, then call me Godfather!"
Wang Xian could only settle for the next best thing.
The little girl stared at Wang Xian, then finally shook her head with great determination. Her meaning was obvious: she absolutely would not call Wang Xian Godfather.
Wang Xian was deeply depressed. Over the next hour or so, he tried everything—building rapport, acting familiar, reasoning with her—but the little girl simply refused to call him Godfather.
Perhaps Wang Xian's shameless persistence had begun to annoy her. Extremely reluctant and aggrieved, she finally called him, "Uncle."
"Good girl!"
Wang Xian reluctantly accepted being called "Uncle."
"Little cutie, what's your name?"
Nangong Wu finally managed to get a word in and asked the little girl's name.
Wang Xian's body immediately stiffened. After all this time, he had actually forgotten to ask the little girl that question.
Upon hearing Nangong Wu, the little girl lightly furrowed her brow, as if trying hard to remember something. But in the end, she merely shook her head at Nangong Wu and said dejectedly, "Big Sister, I forgot what my name is."
Nangong Wu was about to comfort the little girl when Wang Xian beat her to it. "Why call her Big Sister? You should call her Auntie!"
Nangong Wu's expression instantly froze.
Auntie?
What kind of demonic form of address was that?
Without the slightest hesitation, Nangong Wu raised her right hand and punched Wang Xian flying. Then she looked gently at the little girl. "You can call me whatever you want. Big Sister is fine, Auntie is fine too, but don't listen to that guy and call me Auntie."
"Mm."
The little girl nodded heavily.
"Why can't she call you Auntie? That's what everyone in my village used to call women!"
Wang Xian flew