Chapter 147: with translation of chapter title

A pretty purple‑white Ragdoll cat is hanging on his carefully woven hammock, tearing and biting; the leaves used to make the bed have all been thrown out, scattered everywhere.

He, somewhat dazed, steps forward, supporting Ye Xi'an's cat butt, to prevent her from hurting her teeth under her own weight.

Ye Xi'an notices that Ji Jiangci has returned, feels no guilt at all, only hoping that Ji Jiangci will be driven mad by his anger and then wake from this dream.

Her teeth still biting the hammock's vine, she glances at Ji Jiangci, but sees only his tender, affectionate gaze—no trace of anger.

Ye Xi'an realizes this trick has failed, and her sharp teeth release the poor hammock.

As soon as she lets go, the whole cat sits on Ji Jiangci's hand, dejectedly placing her paws on her own belly.

"Had enough biting?" Ji Jiangci asks softly.

"Why bite?"

Ye Xi'an doesn't want to speak; she's thinking of ways to make Ji Jiangci upset, but as a cat she can't do anything.

"Here, take this."

Ji Jiangci opens his hand and hands Ye Xi'an the sour fruit she had eaten earlier.

During this time he has been hoping Ye Xi'an would turn back into human form, but she hasn't; so he thought of this fruit— that day Ye Xi'an turned human after eating it.

Seeing the fruit, Ye Xi'an also thought of it and quickly ate it.

Sure enough, not long after eating, Ye Xi'an turned back into human form; she joyfully jumped down, but being naked made her uncomfortable.

"Can you make me clothes out of vines?"

"Clothes? What are those?"

Ye Xi'an doesn't know how to tell Ji Jiangci: "Anyway, just wrap me in vines."

Ji Jiangci hears Ye Xi'an's words, his ears instantly turning red; the vines intertwine, and he wonders if Miaomiao wants him to mate with her.

"Do you want to mate with me?"

Without waiting for Ye Xi'an to speak, Ji Jiangci directly says: "I'm willing."

As he speaks, Ji Jiangci produces several slender, soft vines from his root system, which instantly wrap around Ye Xi'an's limbs, chest, and waist.

"Holy shit! Ji Jiangci, what are you doing?!" Ye Xi'an looks at herself, utterly embarrassed, her snow‑white body bound with green vines—she can't even bear to look at herself.

"Mating."

The vines bind Ye Xi'an and send her into Ji Jiangci's embrace; their naked bodies collide, leaving both stunned for a moment.

"Ji Jiangci, I don't want to mate with you," Ye Xi'an says, barely daring to look at him, burying her face in his chest to explain properly.

Ji Jiangci presses his lips; this is already the fourth time Miaomiao has called his name wrong— who is this 'Ji Jiangci'? Another blade of grass? Or a creature like Miaomiao?

"Miaomiao, I'm called Meng, not Ji Jiangci; I'm angry, I'll punish you."

Ye Xi'an blinks, looks up at him: "How will you punish me?"

Ji Jiangci's eyes dark and deep, his tone flat yet unignorable: "I'll hang you up and mate."

Ye Xi'an: …… but he said to call him Ji Jiangci— will he get angry?

She thought of a good plan. (A good plan that's suicidal.)

"You are Ji Jiangci," Ye Xi'an says, throwing her arms around his neck; anyway, the vines support her, so she doesn't worry about falling.

She lies on Ji Jiangci, pokes his nose tip with her finger, then traces his thin, smooth lips: "Look, your nose and mouth are exactly like Ji Jiangci's— how could you be just a dream? You are Ji Jiangci, you are my husband Ji Jiangci!"

Ji Jiangci suppresses his inner anger, stiffens his neck and stares at Ye Xi'an: "Miaomiao, I'll give you one more chance to call my name right, or else…"; he isn't sure what he'll do to Miaomiao.

Ye Xi'an doesn't let Ji Jiangci finish, closes her eyes and kisses his mouth, saying resolutely: "Ji Jiangci, I love you!"

The surrounding vines, once soft, instantly become extremely hard; besides the vines on Ye Xi'an, the stems of other vines, including those on Ji Jiangci, grow many extremely sharp thorns.

The vine stems begin to shake wildly; this shaking makes leaves fall even more heavily.

Ye Xi'an swallows, realizing Ji Jiangci is on the verge of violent rage— what to do, should she increase the dosage?

At this point, prolonged pain is worse than short pain.

"Even if I have to mate, I'll only mate with Ji Jiangci, not with Meng!"

"Even if Meng and Ji Jiangci look alike, it's still not allowed!"

Ji Jiangci's originally green eyes grow lighter, faintly turning azure, then instantly back to green; blue and green keep shifting, finally green prevails.

"Miaomiao, I gave you a chance." His voice is so cold it makes one shiver; Ye Xi'an can't help but shiver.

"Ji Jiangci, you…" Ye Xi'an wants to keep provoking him, but can't make a sound because a vine has bound her mouth.

Ye Xi'an widens her cat eyes, round eyes looking fearfully at Ji Jiangci; she knows she's gone too far.

Can she beg for mercy now? Please, release her mouth, give her a chance to make amends.

Green thin branches spread densely over Ye Xi'an's naked body, not even sparing her face, ultimately submerging both in green leaves.

The green leaves tremble; with a muffled hum, the vine stems sprout tiny pink‑white translucent flowers, each the size of a fingernail.

When Ye Xi'an emerges from the vines, her consciousness is already somewhat fuzzy, but her mouth still calls Ji Jiangci's name, urging him to go slow, to wake quickly…

And this time, hearing Ji Jiangci's name again, he won't get angry anymore; instead he feels a bit ashamed, realizing he's been jealous of himself.

He holds Ye Xi'an's body, recalling recent moments.

In a daze, he seems to have become another person, using that person's identity to get along with Ye Xi'an; when Ye Xi'an couldn't bear to give herself up, a cool liquid suddenly doused him awake.

His memory has returned; he is now Ji Jiangci, and this is thanks to Ye Xi'an.

Ji Jiangci's broad, soft palm gently caresses Ye Xi'an's slightly flushed, warm face; a sense of satisfaction wells up.

This is the satisfaction that housework can't give him; the corner of his mouth lifts slightly, his eyes shine with bright light— good, he's still Ye Xi'an's husband.

When Ye Xi'an wakes up, she sees Ji Jiangci smiling, his face full of a dreamy smile.

At this moment, the vines spreading across Ji Jiangci's face are covered in pink‑white flowers, almost half his face hidden by blossoms, only revealing eyes of pale azure like glass.

His rosy lips curl up flirtatiously, matching his long hair, like a dashing ancient rake intent on seducing virtuous women.

But Ye Xi'an delightedly throws her arms around him, because she knows the person before her is no longer the Ji Jiangci with dream memories, but the truly complete Ji Jiangci.