Su Qiao popped a small red date cake into her mouth and said fiercely, "If you can't do that, then I'll make your current identity 'live up to its name.'"
"Ha."
Feng Han finally couldn't hold back his laughter. "That fierce?"
Su Qiao shot him a sidelong glance. "There's fiercer. You can try."
"I wouldn't dare!"
Feng Han reached out with a smile and pinched her chubby cheek. "Heh, I'm very happy."
Su Qiao slapped his hand away and rubbed her cheek herself. "What are you so happy about?"
"You're jealous." Feng Han looked at her with a smile, obvious amusement in his dark eyes.
Su Qiao: "..." What she had said really had sounded a little sour.
"Remember, according to the Admonitions for Women, jealousy is one of the seven grounds for divorce. You're actually happy that I'm like this?"
"Do you think I'm one of those vulgar people?"
Feng Han sat up straight, a trace of seriousness entering his expression.
"I married the woman I love. Of course I want her to value me just as much and feel affection for me. If all I wanted was someone to manage the household, I could simply hire a steward."
"And in this world, you're probably the only one bold enough to talk back to me to my face, provoke me, and treat me with complete disdain. Having you alone is enough for me."
After saying that, the seriousness on Feng Han's face faded, replaced by his usual teasing expression. "So from now on, feel free to be jealous and make all the sour, jealous remarks you want."
"..."
For this era, that fellow really was a strange one.
"That's more like it." Su Qiao was more or less satisfied.
Feng Han smiled broadly. "With a fierce wife at home,