Chapter 448: What Right Does Fang Hong Have?

The three of them chatted on the phone, Yu Xian's usual posturing had offended both of them, and now he was backed into a corner by Liu Tianxian and Fang Hong.

But Yu Xian begged for mercy, pleading with them to let him off—this was also pretty funny.

"Alright, we won't make things hard for you. We'll let you off this time," Liu Tianxian smiled, finding it amusing.

This guy just loves to put on airs—that's all there is to him.

"Thank you, Immortal Sister, you're so generous and magnanimous," Yu Xian flattered, showering praise like it cost nothing.

"So you're saying I'm not magnanimous, then?" Fang Hong deliberately said.

"No no, you're magnanimous too," Yu Xian spoke quickly now, dropping his act.

"Then tell me, who's more magnanimous—me or her?" Fang Hong repeated his trick.

"You're putting me in a tough spot—if I answer, I'll offend one of you again. Let's drop this topic." Yu Xian didn't want to dwell on it.

Clearly, Fang Hong was doing this on purpose.

Liu Tianxian tapped Fang Hong's arm, signaling him to drop it; Fang Hong fell silent—he was just teasing.

"I'm not joking anymore. I called to congratulate you on winning the Oscar, and secondly, to tell you—we're getting married. You have to come back to China for our wedding." Liu Tianxian stated her purpose, her voice soft and sweet.

"Getting married?!" Yu Xian was stunned.

"Yes, we're telling you today on purpose." Liu Tianxian felt such a close relationship deserved special notice.

"Wait, you're getting married already?" Yu Xian was bewildered—she was his goddess.

"What? You don't seem happy about it," Fang Hong said.

"No no, I'm thrilled! Congratulations!" Yu Xian felt dazed—his goddess was getting married. Why did his chest feel so tight?

It still felt unreal—she was his goddess. Even though he'd witnessed their love story, he still thought it shouldn't happen.

"I'm warning you—you can't miss it," Liu Tianxian ordered.

"Don't worry, I'll climb mountains of knives and walk through fires of hell to come to your wedding," Yu Xian vowed.

"Good, it's settled. Go ahead and get back to work. We're hanging up now. Take good care of yourself over there," Liu Tianxian instructed.

"Alright."

Yu Xian hung up, still feeling a pang of sadness.

Back then, he'd chased after his Immortal Sister, idolizing her as his white moonlight—and now, that white moonlight was about to marry someone else.

The thought of his goddess doing laundry, cooking, and having children made his heart ache.

What right does Fang Hong have? He just got lucky!

This feeling is easy to understand: when you develop affection for someone, you hope they belong only to you; when they choose to marry another, you feel a sense of loss, as if something was taken from you—your possessiveness unfulfilled.

Of course, Yu Xian had long anticipated this—he'd watched them grow together.

Still, he couldn't help feeling a little sad.

After hanging up, Fang Hong tossed his phone aside, pounced on Liu Tianxian, and rubbed against her, cooing: "Baby."

Then he gazed at her adoringly, reverting to his clingy habit.

"Go wash up," Liu Tianxian pushed him, knowing exactly what he wanted—don't be so obvious, acting like a child.

"First, give me a kiss," Fang Hong pouted.

Liu Tianxian pouted back, leaned in, and kissed his lips deeply, then pulled away, whispering softly: "Go!"

"Stinker, wait for me," Fang Hong cheerfully got up.

But as he turned, Liu Tianxian kicked his butt, sending him stumbling.

"You're a bad guy," Fang Hong said.

"Who told you to give me weird nicknames?" Liu Tianxian lifted her chin, looking defiant.

"I'll settle accounts with you when I get back," Fang Hong said, heading for the bathroom.

Liu Tianxian smiled gently, pulled the blanket over herself, lay still, and mentally prepared.

Every time, she needed to stir up her emotions first.

After watching him for a while, she picked up Fang Hong's discarded phone, unlocked it, and checked his private messages.

Fang Hong had just unlocked it in front of her, so she accessed it easily—opened his contacts: Yu Xian, Chen Zhixi, and others.

There was also a contact named "Liu Xing." Seeing this name, she frowned.

She tapped the name and saw the phone number—it was hers.

"Hmph!" Liu Tianxian instantly flew into a rage!

"Baby, I'm back."

Fang Hong bounced onto the bed, wrapped his arms around Liu Tianxian's soft body: "I'm going to show you how powerful I am."

"Who is 'Liu Xing'?" Liu Tianxian's tone turned hostile, her face icy as she interrupted.

"What?!" Fang Hong was bewildered.

"This one—'Liu Xing,'" Liu Tianxian held up his phone, pointing at the name on screen.

"I can explain," Fang Hong stammered, reaching for the phone to destroy the evidence.

He'd named it that long ago and never changed it.

"Slap!" Liu Tianxian slapped his hand away: "Then explain."

"I'll say I typed it wrong—will you believe me?" Fang Hong had no shame.

"What do you think?" Liu Tianxian stared at him.

They locked eyes—Fang Hong surrendered: "It's my fault. I'll change it right now."

"Some people," Liu Tianxian pouted, sounding wounded, "call you 'baby' and 'wife' so sweetly in front of others, but behind their backs, they call you 'Liu Xing,' 'Liu Xing'—insulting you."

She no longer looked cold at all.

"I never insulted you—I never did! That's my pet name for you," Fang Hong cradled her face, soothing her.

"Liar, I'm not talking to you anymore." Liu Tianxian pouted, shoved him away, and rolled over, pulling the blanket over her head.

"I'll change it right now—to Xiao Feifei, look." Fang Hong pulled back the blanket and showed her his phone. Liu Tianxian closed her eyes, pretending not to see or hear.

"Alright, don't be mad anymore. I apologize to you." Fang Hong leaned close to her face and kissed her lightly.

Yet Liu Tianxian still looked like that.

"I put up with you calling me Fang Gouzi, and I never said a word."

"When did I ever call you Fang Gouzi?" Liu Tianxian denied it, sounding a little guilty.

In her phone, Fang Hong's contact name was: Fang Gouzi.

"Didn't I? Let me check your phone." Fang Hong reached for her phone.

He knew her phone password.

"Don't you dare take it." Liu Tianxian panicked, suddenly hugging him and pulling him back.

Clearly, she was extremely guilty.

"You little rascal—you're allowed to set fires but I'm not allowed to light lamps, right?" Fang Hong pounced on her, bumping his nose against hers.

"Yes, I can do it, but you can't, Gouzi." Liu Tianxian pouted, biting down slightly on the last two words.

"Little rascal, I'm going to punish you." Fang Hong tickled her.

"Ahahaha, lighter, don't be so rough." Liu Tianxian wriggled wildly.

"Aren't you the one who likes roughness?"

"Now I like gentleness—the gentler, the better."

"Then I'll be gentle, softly."

"Turn off the light!"

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The room's lights went out; they felt each other's warmth and love.

After some time, a bedside lamp turned on. Liu Tianxian lay in Fang Hong's arm, her face flushed, curling her body tightly, as if craving more tenderness.

Her gaze drifted to the ceiling as she whispered: "Xiao Hong, do you think we should buy a house for our wedding?"

"Of course—we need a new home for marriage. Are we going to keep living in that old place?" Fang Hong sounded still dazed, as if he hadn't fully recovered.

Living in a rented apartment all the time wasn't right. Liu Tianxian deserved a good new house when she married him.

The old house was outdated and not good enough.

Liu Tianxian nodded, seeking his opinion: "Should we put both our names on it? As joint ownership—it would mean something."

"Whatever you want," Fang Hong said.

He was already at this level—he didn't care about houses anymore. He could own one anytime. His property in the United States was practically his personal asset; he could pull out tens or hundreds of millions at will.

Besides, he'd just received over a hundred million from Yutu. He could let Liu Tianxian do whatever she wanted.

"Just tell me how much money you need," Fang Hong added.

"I don't need you to pay. I have money," Liu Tianxian said.

"This time, no. This time I have to pay. You're marrying me, not me marrying you. If you pay too, wouldn't that turn heaven upside down? I'd truly become a gold-digger."

"Oh come on, you know you're a gold-digger?"

"So what if I am? Some people want to be one but can't."

"Hahaha." Liu Tianxian slapped his chest.

"Do you care that I'm a gold-digger? Eating your food, drinking your water, wearing your clothes."

"I don't care. I know you're not really a gold-digger—you just don't want to show off," Liu Tianxian smiled.

"Ah, my wife understands me best." Fang Hong tightened his arm, pressing their faces close.

After chatting a while longer, they returned to discussing the wedding house. Liu Tianxian spoke in her usual soft voice: "How about we buy the new house somewhere farther away? Away from the city?"

"Sure, that's what I thought too—somewhat quieter, better air."

"Then where do you suggest?" Liu Tianxian asked.

"Whatever you like. I'm fine anywhere—as long as you're happy," Fang Hong said.

"You're really that willing to follow me?" Liu Tianxian turned her head to look at him.

"Hasn't our household always followed you?" Fang Hong said as if it were obvious.

"Do you ever feel I control you too much? That it embarrasses you?"

"No, it's fine," Fang Hong said.

Although Liu Tianxian often scolded him and managed him, she always maintained propriety in public and never acted unreasonable.

Even when they had disagreements, they discussed them privately—not in front of others, except when joking.

That was good—she understood the bigger picture and knew her limits.

Fang Hong added again: "Besides, you're the one who gave me a life—comfortable, smooth, fulfilling. With you, our home has color. Without you, it's colorless."

"You didn't have a life before?" Liu Tianxian asked, puzzled.

"How to put it? My life was dull. It wasn't living—it was just existing. You made my life rich and colorful." Fang Hong kissed her forehead.

He was simple, especially in daily life—he didn't live as meticulously as Liu Tianxian, who always said work was work, but life must be enjoyed.

For him, a roof over his head was enough.

"Then we must enjoy life properly from now on," Liu Tianxian said gently, as if she understood. "Let go of what needs letting go. Don't overthink."

"Alright," Fang Hong nodded.

That night, they talked for a long time, and before they knew it, fell into deep sleep.

(End of Chapter)