Pampered by the Toughest Man After Divorce
Chapter 899: Will You Make It Rain for Me?

Chapter 899: Chapter 899: Will You Make It Rain for Me?

"..." Nan Feng glared at Tuoba Lie again, "First, I’m not marrying you. Second, I’m not accepting the original owner’s influence. Just look at yourself, haven’t you had a marriage before? And what happened after that? Didn’t you immediately divorce Huahua?"

"You, woman," Tuoba Lie put his arm around Nan Feng’s shoulder, "If you won’t marry me, then who do you want to marry? In this era, a woman who isn’t married by thirty is going to be drowned in a pig cage."

Nan Feng shook off Tuoba Lie’s shoulder, "Who are you scaring? Even at forty, if one doesn’t marry, they won’t be drowned in a pig cage. Straight man cancer, disgusting," she retorted.

Tuoba Lie stepped forward again, trying to put his arm around Nan Feng’s back, but she kept dodging him. He remained persistent, so it was a game of him chasing and her evading, making it seem to any onlooker as if they were a couple playfully bickering.

...

The next day.

Tuoba Lie continued to enter the Palace.

With the two countries on good terms, apart from holding a wedding banquet and organizing some large performances, there were endless ceremonies, meetings with ministers, and discussions about future cooperation and development between the countries to promote economic growth, as well as considerations regarding the surrounding smaller countries to see if there was any necessity for collaboration.

Meanwhile, Nan Feng still resided at the posthouse. Sometimes she would dress up like a local from Dajin and wander around, but she never went back to the Inn, as passing by it always made her feel depressed.

Aside from the Inn making her uncomfortable, Nan Feng didn’t have any other peculiar feelings. She spent the rest of her time roaming around as she pleased, treating it like a sightseeing holiday.

That night, Nan Feng returned from a leisurely stroll outside, with several sticks of candied haws in her hand.

These were snacks she had really wanted to buy.

She couldn’t understand why she felt compelled to buy them upon seeing them—perhaps it was because of watching ancient dramas in a past life, where candied haws were always part of the props.

However, she didn’t eat them outside; she planned to take them back to the posthouse to eat. They were too sticky, and she didn’t want to make a mess everywhere. It would be just the right time for her to wash her hands after eating.

She had barely taken one bite when a sour and sweet flavor exploded in her mouth, and she found them exceptionally tasty.

But quickly, images started to flood her mind again: a tall figure carrying several sticks of candied haws, walking ahead of her. She was following behind, trying to catch up, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t.

Yes, that tall figure had flashed through her mind several times now. Who was he, exactly?

Nan Feng pondered blankly until she heard a voice from outside, "Little treasure, what are you eating?"

It was Tuoba Lie who had returned.

Nan Feng snapped back to reality, only to feel something cold and wet on her face. Touching it, she realized they were tears.

"What happened to you? Sighing over a stick of candied haws, are they that delicious? Give me one to try," Tuoba Lie reached to snatch one of Nan Feng’s candied haws, but she quickly dodged.

"Nan Feng, you can’t be serious, are you really that stingy? Not even one stick of candied haws for me?" Tuoba Lie appeared quite downcast.

"I only bought enough for myself; there’s none for you," Nan Feng said indifferently.

"Such a miserly woman, you must have had neither good food nor warm clothes before becoming an undercover agent, huh? You’ve developed a real pettiness about you. When will you ever love me even a fraction as much as I love you? My love for you is like the boundless ocean, but you..."

Before he could finish, Nan Feng interjected, "Don’t even have a drop of water."

"Hehe," Tuoba Lie was still not upset, "That’s okay, the sea is also formed from droplets of water, and as long as your heart is willing to rain down for me, then one day it can form into a vast ocean."