Chapter 391 - 0247 Go with the flow needs careful thought about what to call it (two-in-one)

Xu Chang’an felt like he was a strange person because he had the courage to tease a girl, yet he didn’t dare to call her "wife."

How could there be someone like him in the world?

Thinking about it carefully, the problem wasn’t really courage... It was mostly because he was used to calling her "miss," and it was difficult to change that habit suddenly.

At this moment, Xu Chang’an could see Miss Yun smiling, genuinely happy. Why?

It must be because she realized he enjoys teasing people, as he is evolving towards "husband," no longer just a steward.

Therefore, even just to make Yun Qian happy, he must try... to satisfy the lady.

But as various names flashed through his mind... he couldn’t find a good one for the time being.

Some sounded more pleasant, like the ancient titles of Shaojun, Xiao Jun, Xijun, but he hadn’t used them before and didn’t know how they would feel.

Ah Qian, this name was impossible to call out, always feeling like he was calling his younger sister.

Wife?

In his dreams, he did call her that quite a bit, but Xu Chang’an didn’t understand why it felt awkward to use such a common term for a wife that almost everyone uses.

It seemed that just calling her "wife" lowered Miss Yun’s aura.

Ultimately, calling her "miss" seemed the most natural.

Or... Miss Yun?

Of course, calling her "Miss Yun" felt the most comfortable.

But he seldom called her that in front of Yun Qian... After all, would a husband truly come home and call his wife "lady" and have her reply with "sir"?

Oh.

It seemed like there really could be such couples.

One "sir," one "lady," not cheesy, but full of respect, equality, and courteousness.

Perhaps... this is the proper way couples should interact?

But Xu Chang’an believed that he was a plain person, unbearably so. Otherwise, Miss Yun wouldn’t have been able to fish out his dark thoughts and lay them bare in the sun.

He almost wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

So, he shouldn’t be the one using such elegant terms.

It’s not that he couldn’t use them at all. At least he could call Yun Qian "Miss Yun," but he absolutely didn’t want to hear the term "sir" coming from Yun Qian.

Xu Chang’an felt he was unworthy.

Then...

What should he call her?

Xu Chang’an starting to struggle with this matter was quite normal since he had been thinking about it for a long time. He wouldn’t call Yun Qian "miss" forever.

This matter needed careful consideration now, but before that...

Xu Chang’an walked to the dressing table, stopped behind Yun Qian, leaned on her shoulder, and looked at the scene in the mirror, saying, "Miss, I have something... I’d like your opinion on."

"Ask me?" Yun Qian blinked, thought of the breakfast she had eaten, looked down, and said, "Am I... getting a bit plump recently?"

When she went down the mountain, he had to carry her.

"...?" Xu Chang’an was thrown off by Yun Qian’s logic, stared for a while before coming back to himself, and looked down...

He thought about the beautiful snowflakes in his dream yesterday.

Xu Chang’an coughed, reached out to help Yun Qian straighten her collar.

Very helpless.

He had no idea what the lady was thinking; how could she be plump... not to mention her taller-than-average figure, but Xu Chang’an had prepared her balanced meals, how could she possibly be lacking?

"Miss, I wasn’t talking about that, moreover... you’re quite fine." Xu Chang’an said helplessly.

"Hmm." Yun Qian nodded casually, "You stood in front of the dressing table to see me... I thought..."

"Serious business." Xu Chang’an interrupted Yun Qian, speaking seriously.

"Serious business, hmm." Yun Qian thought about how usually when Xu Chang’an had serious business, he wouldn’t tell her. Even if he did... It would be more like a "notification," just like when he told her he was leaving Beisang City for Chaoyun.

It’s her reliance, so... the lady knew very well that Xu Chang’an wouldn’t discuss serious matters with her.

Yun Qian continued looking at her reflection in the mirror, thinking about what kind of makeup she should wear when going down the mountain.

But Xu Chang’an’s approach wasn’t without effect, as the lady was sitting rather tiredly, leaning her head against his chest to recuperate some energy.

Yun Qian, leaning against Xu Chang’an, lightly pinched a delicate rouge lip color with her fingers, asked: "What do you want to say?"

Xu Chang’an was accustomed to Yun Qian’s "perfunctory" response, he coughed: "Miss, what do you think of Miss Yun?"

"...?" Yun Qian blinked, looked strangely at Xu Chang’an through the mirror, asked him: "Are you asking me... to talk about myself?"

She had said it early on.

In general, not a good person, doesn’t really care for her husband, overall... not a competent wife.

"No, I mean... the term Miss Yun, doesn’t it sound more pleasant than ’miss’?" Xu Chang’an asked earnestly.

He might not have realized that usually people don’t ask the involved parties like this.

But since he and Yun Qian were not ordinary people, he asked, Yun Qian would think about it carefully... Only, unfortunately, Yun Qian thought hard but couldn’t come up with anything.

Yun Qian said earnestly: "I think anything sounds pleasant."

As long as someone is calling her, it sounds good.

"... I guess I shouldn’t have asked you." Xu Chang’an was somewhat headache, so he didn’t ask Yun Qian what kind of title she preferred.