Night. Outside the window, the azure sky was deep black with a bright, pure moon. Inside the room, the lamplight was intoxicating, with light and shadows swaying.

Ji Fengli sat at his desk reviewing memorial reports, while Hua Zhuyu lay on the bed thinking of names for the two children.

“The peach tree is young and fresh, its blossoms burning bright! Sister Taoyao, brother Zhuohua, how about that?” Hua Zhuyu asked proudly.

Ji Fengli sat at his desk, and upon hearing this didn’t even lift his head, saying indifferently, “Not good!”

“What about Zijin and Qingyang?” Hua Zhuyu asked again.

Ji Fengli lazily raised an eyebrow, his jet-black phoenix eyes glancing at her lightly, “Suicide? You really thought that up!”

“Green, green is your collar—this is a line from the Book of Songs, such a beautiful name, but in your mind it becomes suicide.” She muttered quite dissatisfiedly.

Hua Zhuyu had worn out several books searching for names. In the end, she thought of more than ten names she considered quite satisfactory, but they were still all rejected by Ji Fengli.

This night, Hua Zhuyu finally became angry.

“Ji Fengli, tell me what’s wrong with these names?” Hua Zhuyu waved the paper with names written on it in her hand, asking.

Ji Fengli set down the memorial report, looked at her with an elegant smile and said, “Can’t you tell from these names who the children’s mother is?”

Hua Zhuyu was stunned.

This was the first time she’d heard that naming children should allow people to tell who their mother was.

“What kind of names would show that?” Hua Zhuyu asked with a furrowed brow. Could it be that Ji Fengli would actually let the two children take her surname?

“Stupid! The brother will be Huangfu Ying, the sister will be Huangfu Shu.” Ji Fengli tossed down the names and continued reviewing his memorial reports.

This time Hua Zhuyu was completely stunned.

Huangfu Ying, Huangfu Shu—Ying Shuxie.

Ji Fengli had actually directly appropriated her name. Could he be any lazier? However, these two names were really quite good. Anyway, she didn’t plan to use the name Ying Shuxie in the future, so she might as well give it to the children.

“Ji Fengli,” she asked, slapping the table, “you didn’t think of these names long ago, did you? Keeping them secret and hidden, making me think in vain for so long.”

Ji Fengli curved his lips without speaking. If he didn’t keep her busy, wouldn’t he be tormented to death?

“Hearing these names, people really can tell they’re my children.” Hua Zhuyu smiled charmingly.

While Ji Fengli continued reviewing memorial reports, a gentle and elegant smile spread across his lips. Actually, the reason he chose these two names for the children was more because calling the children’s names would remind him of her.