"The Spirit Cat God would be a half-step God King, of course."
Fang Fan looked at Zhu Zhuqing's cool, breathtaking face, his tone as casual as if he were asking what she wanted for dinner.
"With your foundation, a half-step God King is well within reach.
"I'm already a God Emperor. Opening a path to a Divine Position for you would take no more than a wave of my hand."
A brilliant light flashed through Zhu Zhuqing's deep-blue eyes.
She was always reserved and never showed much emotion in front of others. But now her lips pressed together, and her expression softened, like warm rain rippling across a frozen lake.
Without hesitation, she stepped forward, wrapped her arms around Fang Fan's waist, and rested her cheek against his chest. Her voice was soft but certain.
"All right. Thank you, husband. I love you."
She made no attempt to hide the words.
Everyone in the hall heard them.
Zhu Zhuqing had never cared to show vulnerability in public, much less speak so tenderly.
Yet today she did, openly and naturally, as though she had finally taken out something she had kept tucked away for a long time and laid it before him.
Qian Renxue turned her head slightly. The corner of her mouth curved, but she said nothing.
Bibi Dong folded her arms, a softness rising in her eyes that she might not have noticed herself.
Ning Rongrong's eyes shone as she watched, while Shui Bing'er quietly curled her fingers.
Fang Fan looked down at Zhu Zhuqing in his arms and rubbed the top of her head. He said nothing more, merely drew her to his side and rested a hand against her back.
He held her as though protecting something precious, yet did it so casually that it seemed he