Chapter 1577: Call Me Husband, Not Consort

Before coming here, Bai Zhi’er had imagined what the so-called future world would be like.

Feng Fuce said that it’s a bizarre and fantastic place.

People there have a spirit full of exploration for life.

Countless scholars devote their lives to the happiness of the country.

Moreover, one cannot judge people by their social status there.

Wealthy people aren’t necessarily good, and those without money might not be bad.

Material desires run rampant, yet almost everyone harbors the best hopes for the future deep inside.

It is an era where life is both precious and quite frivolous.

Bai Zhi’er was full of fantasies about it.

When she actually stood on the land of the year 2023, gazing at the bustling B City, she fell into a long daze.

Here, she could feel that the breath of God had weakened, and Feng Fuce’s power was evidently stronger.

This is because he had more followers here.

Perhaps too many people were driven to the brink, unable to wait for the appearance of miracles, they reached a point of no return, preferring to pay a painful price in their hearts to make deals with Demons.

They stood on the peak of the mountain, watching the brightly lit modern city.

The night wind blew gently, Fen Linxing lay lazily in his father’s arms and said, "Is it autumn here?"

The Demon World did not have distinct seasons, only the distinction between day and night.

The little guy, since birth, had never seen the golden fallen leaves of autumn.

He had only read about it in books.

Bai Zhi’er lightly pinched her son’s small hand and said with a smile, "Yes."

Fen Linxing’s bright and handsome eyes blinked as he tilted his head and smiled lightly, "Then I’m starting to like it here a little."

A breeze blew by, Feng Fuce wrapped his hand around his wife’s shoulder.

"The person I arranged to pick us up is late," he said calmly.

Bai Zhi’er heard a hint of dissatisfaction, so she curiously asked, "Whom did my husband arrange to meet us?"

"The richest man in B City," he said lightly, and then smiled at Bai Zhi’er, "I hear the custom here is not to call your husband ’夫君’, but to call him ’老公’. "

"Husband?" Bai Zhi’er pondered these two words.

An old grandfather? That doesn’t sound very nice...

Fen Linxing twisted his little body and excitedly asked, "Then what about me? Do I have a different name?"

Feng Fuce lowered his gaze and looked at his son in his arms, "I think you won’t like your name."

"Why? I don’t care, Father, tell me, I want to hear!"

"Young parents here sometimes call their children ’baby,’ and sometimes ’dog son.’

Fen Linxing immediately wore a sulky smile, his eyebrows furrowed tightly.

"What?! People here are so strange, I certainly won’t be a dog son, nor do I want to be called ’baby,’ that’s sometimes what Father calls Mother as a pet name."

Bai Zhi’er’s face turned red, "Xingxing!"

Feng Fuce raised his eyebrows with a light smile.

At this moment, the sound of a roaring engine came from the other end of the mountain road.

Feng Fuce narrowed his eyes, "He’s here."

The family of three looked up and saw a long black car driving from the end of the dark road.

Fen Linxing looked at it and curiously tilted his head, "Oh? A running iron Demon Beast?"

Bai Zhi’er smiled and pinched her son’s small hand, "This is a sedan, available in various colors. As for its function... it’s similar to a Prison Beast."

The car stopped in front of them.

The driver, a bodyguard in a black suit, was the first to get out. He quickly walked to the side of the car and opened the door.

An elderly man with graying hair, inhaling oxygen, sat inside the car with poor spirits.

His turbid eyes looked at Feng Fuce with astonishment.

"President Feng...you are still as young as eighty years ago, unchanged."