Love You for the Rest of My Life

Chapter 857: Are You Doraemon or SpongeBob?

The amount of commitment and courage needed for that sentence was immense, embodying the responsibility for another person’s entire life—a sense of responsibility that brings unparalleled peace of mind.

All she needed to do was to be a happy little joker, because with him by her side, there was nothing to fear.

It was like Doraemon’s pocket—seemingly able to make anything happen as long as she wished for it!

Gu Qibao’s heart was bursting with happiness and sweetness, and she couldn’t help but excitedly shake Di Mingjue, "Hubby, hubby, you’re my Doraemon!"

I would gladly let you spoil me silly, caring for nothing under your protection, just like this—happy, happy, happy.

Hearing Gu Qibao’s words, Di Mingjue couldn’t help but purse his lips in disdain, "Doraemon is ugly."

Fat and short, with stubby arms and legs, and no fingers at all! A big pancake face and an even bigger mouth—truly unbearable to look at!

When he smiles, his mouth is even bigger than his face.

How could he, so handsome, ever be Doraemon.

At the very least, he could be someone like Inuyasha.

"How is Doraemon ugly?" Gu Qibao pouted, "He’s super cute, okay!"

"Not cute at all," Di Mingjue complained, feeling a headache brewing. Where was the cuteness in that blue fatty? All he could see was ugliness, and the thought of Gu Qibao imagining him like that made him feel utterly incapable of accepting it.

"You don’t want to be Doraemon?" Gu Qibao bit her finger as she looked at Di Mingjue’s prideful face.

"What does Doraemon have to do with me?" Di Mingjue held his forehead with one hand, frustrated by the thought of becoming Doraemon, let alone cosplaying him!

Even if one were to cosplay, who in the world would choose Doraemon!

"If you won’t be Doraemon, then be SpongeBob SquarePants. He’s really cute, too, just without superpowers," Gu Qibao said, seemingly a bit regretful at the omission.

Di Mingjue felt an immense headache. So, he was taking a day off just to discuss with Gu Qibao whether he should be Doraemon or SpongeBob SquarePants?

He firmly rejected the idea!

And what on earth was this SpongeBob SquarePants?

He was completely baffled.

But stubborn Gu Qibao kept shaking him, "Choose one to cosplay as—Doraemon or SpongeBob SquarePants!"

Di Mingjue suddenly felt like crying—Doraemon and SpongeBob, could he say he didn’t want to be either of the desperately unattractive options!

To choose one for a cosplay?

He dared to say he had absolutely nothing in common with SpongeBob’s build—not those stubby legs!

"I choose neither," Di Mingjue turned over and pinned her down, "I’ll just be your husband, nothing else. Don’t make me choose anymore!"

Gu Qibao: "..."

Mr. Di, please don’t get so deep into character; it’s not good for you!

While Di Mingjue was fully resting and accompanying his wife, Di Mingzhe was clearly not as free.

Because Dan Youguo had assigned him to handle the international sports event.

The sports also fell under cultural activities, so it was within his job scope.

And with such tight deadlines, he was nearly as busy as a dog, working overtime late every day.

Although he verbally agreed that it was time to have a child, deep down, he felt genuinely willing but physically unable.

Yet today, he had still made a point to postpone some matters, returning home after lunch to take Di Xiaxia to Cliff of Love.

This was a place he had visited many years ago, also on a trip suggested by Fang Hao.

He remembered that he must have been sixteen then.

Back in those days, Cliff of Love wasn’t accessible by car; one could only climb up the mountain to get there.