Chapter 329: I Like It When You Call Me

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Huo Sicheng looked at Gu Qingcheng with a hint of complexity in his eyes.

“Do you really have no recollection at all?”

“Um?” Gu Qingcheng was puzzled by Huo Sicheng’s words. “What should I remember?”

Huo Sicheng’s eyes flashed, “It seems you really have forgotten.”

“I forgot?” Gu Qingcheng thought for a moment and then asserted confidently to Huo Sicheng, “I haven’t forgotten. In my memory, we met and got to know each other at school, introduced by Qin Jun.”

Huo Sicheng shook his head, “It wasn’t Qin Jun who introduced us. You forgot me; only I remember.”

Gu Qingcheng, puzzled and curious, urged, “Stop beating around the bush. Since you say I’ve forgotten, tell me where we first met.”

Huo Sicheng gazed tenderly at Gu Qingcheng, gently stroking her hair with his fingertips, and spoke softly, “At Mt. Dragon Cemetery.” Gu Qingcheng was taken aback, “Mt. Dragon Cemetery?”

Huo Sicheng nodded. “Mm.”

Gu Qingcheng racked her brain but couldn’t recall ever meeting Huo Sicheng at Mt. Dragon Cemetery.

In her memory, the first time she and Huo Sicheng were at the cemetery together was a couple of days ago, on the anniversary of Mu Xia and her parents’ death. Other than that, she didn’t recall being there with him at the same time.

“This…” she furrowed her brows in doubt, murmuring, “Impossible… How could we have first met at that cemetery? I can’t remember.”

Seeing Gu Qingcheng frown, Huo Sicheng raised his hand to her forehead, speaking softly, “You can’t remember because you’ve forgotten.”

Gu Qingcheng felt the warmth of Huo Sicheng’s fingertips on her forehead, his gentleness easing her furrowed brows.

“What happened then?” she asked, “When did we meet at Mt. Dragon? Why don’t I remember? And was our meeting just a passing by where you recognized me?”

Huo Sicheng shook his head. “We didn’t just pass by each other; we talked face to face.’

“Ah…” Gu Qingcheng was stunned again, searching her memory but failing to recall meeting Huo Sicheng. She couldn’t help but ask, “What did we talk about?”

Huo Sicheng looked at Gu Qingcheng with affection. “You said, ‘My name is Gu Qingcheng…”‘

“That’s it?” Gu Qingcheng was surprised. “I just introduced myself to you that simply?”

“No,” Huo Sicheng softly replied to Gu Qingcheng, “There was more than just an introduction.”

Gu Qingcheng pursed her lips, looking at Huo Sicheng. She realized he was the type of person who only answered what was asked.

However, this was just how Huo Sicheng was. If she didn’t ask, he wouldn’t say a word.

“I did more than just introduce myself, then what else did I say?” she pressed Huo Sicheng, “And where in Mt. Dragon Cemetery did we meet? Why did we meet?”

Huo Sicheng, facing Gu Qingcheng’s continuous questions, patiently replied, “We met in front of your mother’s grave.”

Gu Qingcheng urged him, “Continue.”

Huo Sicheng said, “You know my parents and your mother share the same death anniversary, which means they died on the same day. So every year on this day, there’s a chance we might meet…”

Gu Qingcheng nodded, agreeing with Huo Sicheng’s explanation.

“Yes, even if we didn’t know each other, just by visiting the cemetary on the death anniversary, we could have met one day.”

“Right,” Huo Sicheng agreed, “But the day I went there wasn’t the anniversary of my parents’ death. I just missed them a lot and went alone to visit them. I was distraught that day, and I stayed in the cemetery all day, until the evening when the sunset turned half the sky red. I knew I had to leave, or else it would be dangerous if someone found out I wasn’t at home.

“But as I was about to leave, I heard a song, a very, very beautiful song. It was like I was enchanted, and I walked towards it until I reached your mother’s grave, and then I saw you.”

“Me? Singing?” Gu Qingcheng looked incredulously at Huo Sicheng. “I was singing at my mother’s grave? That’s impossible, I’ve never sung before, I…”

She suddenly became uncertain because if she couldn’t remember what Huo Sicheng was saying, she also couldn’t be sure whether she had sung or not.

And Huo Sicheng wouldn’t lie to her—she believed what he was saying—it was just that she had no memory of it.

“You did sing. It was a nursery rhyme,” Huo Sicheng, seeing the complex emotions in Gu Qingcheng, spoke softly, “I listened to you sing the nursery rhyme to the end, your voice sweetly calling for your mother, until you noticed me and turned to look at me…”

His gaze on Gu Qingcheng grew even more doting and affectionate, “Qingcheng, you smiled at me, your smile was the most beautiful and happy one I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Gu Qingcheng was dumbfounded, “Me? I sang a nursery rhyme and smiled at you?”

She felt her brain short-circuiting, unable to comprehend how she could sing and smile at Huo Sicheng, especially at her mother’s grave.

In her memory, every time she went to her mother’s grave, she was always very sad.

“Yes, you smiled at me.” Huo Sicheng’s eyes, gentle as water, looked steadily at Gu Qingcheng, saying word by word, “You are my angel, from the moment you appeared before me, you were the angel who saved me.”

Gu Qingcheng was astonished, then softly said, “You’re exaggerating. I don’t seem like your angel; I’m more like your creditor, not only bullying you but also beating you, and we even quarrel. If I were an angel, I definitely wouldn’t bully you, beat you, or quarrel with you.”

“You have the right to bully me,” Huo Sicheng told Gu Qingcheng seriously, “It’s a right I give you, not to anyone else, past, present, or future. Only you can hurt me.”

Gu Qingcheng was touched, her heart filled with warmth.

“Sicheng…”

“Call me hubby,” Huo Sicheng corrected Gu Qingcheng. “I like it when you call me ‘hubby.”‘

Gu Qingcheng smiled sweetly, tender, and obedient. “Hubby.”

Huo Sicheng enjoyed being sweetly addressed by Gu Qingcheng, responding. “I’m here.”

Gu Qingcheng continued, “Hubby, keep going. What happened after I smiled at you? Is there more?”

“Yes,” Huo Sicheng told Gu Qingcheng gently, “You spoke to me first, asking my name, but I didn’t tell you. You noticed I was in a bad mood, didn’t ask why, just told me a joke, and then said that your mother told you when you’re sad, you should sing and dance. Singing makes people happy, and dancing lets out emotions.”

Gu Qingcheng had no memory of this, just quietly listening to Huo Sicheng’s revelations.

Huo Sicheng continued, “I still didn’t respond to you, and you pointed to your mother’s tombstone, telling me, ‘I came to visit my mother because I miss her.’

Then you asked me why I was there.”

He remembered the past and couldn’t help but smile softly. “At the time, I didn’t answer any of your questions.”

“Later, as it got dark and you were about to go down the mountain, you said you had sneaked out and needed to go home, or else your stepmother would scold you. As you were leaving, you said something to me that I still remember to this day.”

Gu Qingcheng eagerly asked Huo Sicheng, “What did I say?”