Chapter 320 - 321: Is this girl here to make him laugh?
"Feeling shy?" Di Mingjue looked at her, coolly asking, "Can Gu Xiaoqi stop being such a wuss?"
"When have I ever been a wuss!" Qibao’s fighting spirit ignited, she posed confidently, "The location isn’t right now! How about we chance place and try, huh!"
"Big talker." Di Mingjue looked particularly disgusted.
Qibao huffed and pushed him away, "I don’t need your hug."
Di Mingjue frowned, his eyes cooled. Was she mad?
Just as he was about to speak, Qibao took his hand, seeming like an experienced driver as she caressed his hand. "A couple should hold hands when they go out for a walk."
"You little brat." Di Mingjue’s face was cold, but his large warm hand unconsciously held her fingers tight.
Qibao stood proud and spirited, "Let’s go, follow your sister for a tour. A countryside day tour starts now!"
Disgust filled Di Mingjue’s eyes, yet his face couldn’t conceal his amusement. Was this girl sent by heaven to amuse him?
His life, which had been dull and cold for over twenty years, seemed to become colorful.
My darling, you must strut joyfully like this. I will do my best to protect you from the world’s storms, keep you free from wind and rain, and fill your world with happiness, joy, and laughter as radiant as springtime.
Di Mingjue and Qibao walked hand in hand, fingers tightly interlaced, as they strolled down the country road, attracting many envious glances.
Because other groups of friends and relatives were trekking and navigating the hills and waters, they were still far away. It would take at least an hour or two before they could reach.
And Qibao had already met her family, which obviously invoked jealousy.
However, what made them most envious was that the person with her was Di Mingjue.
Which student here didn’t comprehend the background, power, and excellence of the Di Family?
But Qibao didn’t care about these things. She only cared about Di Mingjue, the person himself.
Even if he weren’t as outstanding, she would still love him because she’s not outstanding either.
Qibao held Di Mingjue’s hand, walking with great excitement and a lofty manner, chattering to him all the way.
"Honey, did you see, I just found out that thing is called wheat, not garlic sprout!"
"And this one, look at this grass, the big fat pigs love eating it."
"And that, that, that grass is called cotton grass, you can mix it with flour, it tastes even better than scallion pancakes."
As she enthusiastically shared her ’agricultural knowledge’ with Di Mingjue, she was so self-satisfied, as if she knew it all.
Di Mingjue felt amused but showed little emotion on his face, letting her bounce around and chat incessantly.
Qibao looked at his usual cool, aloof, and incredibly amazing demeanor, and felt in a playful mood. "Di Mingjue, let me sing a song for you. I guarantee it’ll make you laugh."
"Hmm? Which song?" Di Mingjue raised an eyebrow languidly, looking a bit surprised on his handsome face. His wife could sing?
And it would be guaranteed to make him laugh?
Could this song be... poisonous?
"I don’t know what the name of the song is," Qibao said seriously, "but it’s the song that people who collect grains play on their motorcycles."
A song played on motorcycles? Di Mingjue frowned. Full of contempt, he refused immediately, "I don’t want to listen."
"Oh, come on, listen, it’s very catchy." Qibao pleaded, pulling his hand coquettishly, "I guarantee you’ll beg me to teach you to sing it afterward!"
Di Mingjue: "..."
Unable to fend her off in the end, Di Mingjue nodded, seemingly on alert as he watched her.