FRGNM -Chapter 76 Explanation

“Chang’e—Chang’e is the woman who lives on the moon. Dad, let me tell you the story of Chang’e Flying to the Moon. In the legends, there was a man who split open heaven and earth named Pangu. After he died, his body transformed into all things in the world…”

With a knife, Ling Ruoxi cut off the candle, pulled out the wick, and used a red-hot wire to fasten the candle securely. Holding the tools, she walked outside. Seeing the three of them playing together, she casually cut the cloth and draped it over the woven frame.

A thin iron wire was tied beneath the small Kongming lantern, and the candle was placed on the wire.

“Mommy, what are you doing? If you put the candle there, won’t it burn the cloth?” Yimeng blinked her big eyes, watching Ling Ruoxi as she lit the small candle.

Hot air rose, filling the inside. Ling Ruoxi held the lantern herself and looked at the red cloth. “Hold this for me.”

“Sure.” Luo Mingyu smiled lightly, holding the Kongming lantern and looking it over from left to right, still unable to tell what was special about it.

Ling Ruoxi picked up a brush, dipped it in ink, and began writing on the red cloth. Standing to the side, Fang Xu burst out laughing.

Six years had passed, yet Ling Ruoxi’s handwriting was still just as ugly. Used to pens, she disliked brushes and knew nothing about calligraphy. The crooked,叉-shaped characters she wrote on the red cloth looked like a beginner’s scribbles.

Even Luo Mingyu nearly cried when he saw it. “My dear aunt, what are you writing? ‘Luo Mingyu is—’”

Before he could finish, Ling Ruoxi grabbed the lantern and released it. Lifted by the hot air, the Kongming lantern flew straight up.

Against the sky, the big black characters were especially conspicuous:

“Luo Mingyu is a pig head?”

After reading it several times, Luo Mingyu finally deciphered the ugly characters. He abruptly grabbed the woman who was about to run away. “Ling Ruoxi! Are you blind?! Which eye of yours saw my name written like that? Listen carefully—my Luo is the Luo of the Goddess Luo, Ming is the Ming of the Netherworld, and Yu is the Yu of Hongyu!”

“It all reads the same anyway—it’s still you,” Ling Ruoxi said weakly. With her collar being held, she was completely helpless. The man behind her was a head taller; held like this, she couldn’t even turn around—just like a chicken being lifted.

The corner of Luo Mingyu’s mouth twitched. He grabbed her wrist, shoved the brush into her hand, forced her hand down, and pointed at the red cloth. Elegant characters unfurled across it—each stroke bold and domineering, carrying the aura of a king.

Luo Mingyu.

His flowing handwriting radiated power. Compared to his, Ling Ruoxi’s characters looked as if they’d been gnawed by a dog—no, even a dog would probably do better.

So this was how his name was written.

“Don’t tell me you’re only realizing this now,” Luo Mingyu said helplessly, rubbing his forehead. “What is your brain filled with? You don’t even know how names are written—can’t you look them up in a book? Then do you know how Fang Xu’s name is written?”

“Of course I do!” Using her pen-grip habit, Ling Ruoxi leaned over the table and confidently wrote two characters:

Fang Xu.

“Pfft!” Luo Mingyu was sure now—this woman must have had her head slammed by a door. Fang Xu’s name was famous across the Dragon-Soaring Continent, yet she even got that wrong.

“Xu—as in ‘the rising sun,’” Fang Xu said with a faint smile. He picked up the brush and wrote his name on the red cloth. Compared to Luo Mingyu’s domineering style, his writing was more casual and light, lively yet refined—perfectly matching his temperament.

“Enough about how your names are written. Write your wishes on these now. Yizhui, Yimeng—you come too!” Ling Ruoxi quickly tore the red cloth into pieces, laid them on the table, and pasted them onto the lanterns.

When Luo Mingyu saw the crooked,叉-shaped characters written by Yizhui and Yimeng, he nearly spat blood. What were those simple strokes? Some characters he didn’t even recognize—what country’s script was this?!

“What—what is this nonsense?” Luo Mingyu pointed at Yizhui’s writing. Those strange symbols were completely incomprehensible.

Yizhui, however, grinned smugly. “What, Dad? You don’t recognize it? Mommy taught me this—it’s foreign writing only foreigners know. My dream is to Schwarzenegger!”

“My dream is to… Schwarzenegger?” Luo Mingyu’s head hurt. What on earth was this? Besides teaching the kids basic Dou Qi, he clearly still had to make them study—study properly!

Turning to Yimeng’s writing, Luo Mingyu twitched and asked, “Yimeng, what did you write?”

“Mommy says Schwarzenegger is the strongest man, with the perfect body and strength, so big brother wants to become a man like him. As for me, I want to become Snow White from fairy tales—waiting for my prince to ride a white horse to my castle and wake me with a kiss…”

“……”

Forget it. Luo Mingyu realized his way of thinking was completely different from the children’s. He grabbed Ling Ruoxi’s wrist. “What exactly are you teaching them? Who is this Schwarzenegger—some barbarian? Can’t tell, but you like savage men?”

“What?” Ling Ruoxi didn’t understand what he was talking about at all. She released another lantern into the sky. “Relatively speaking, I prefer gentle men. If we’re talking about savage—who’s more savage than you?”

Every time, he just tore her clothes apart. She never even got the chance to explain. She had seen through this man’s viciousness long ago—he smiled all the time, but if you looked closely, there was no warmth in that smile at all.

If not for the completely different aura of the man in black that night, she would have suspected everything had been done by the man in front of her.

“So beautiful!” Yimeng lifted her head, gazing at the starlit sky. Beneath the fiery red cloth, the yellow glow flickered, swaying with the wind. The Kongming lanterns carrying their dreams drifted away.

Looking up at the lanterns, Ling Ruoxi clapped her hands and hugged Yimeng. “Alright, let’s go—bath and sleep. You two little ones, we—”

“Go!” Luo Mingyu scooped Yizhui up from the ground, took a long stride forward, blocked Ling Ruoxi’s path, grabbed her slender wrist, and dragged her out.

“What are you doing? I—”

“Come with me. Fang Xu has other matters.” Holding the woman tightly in his arms, Luo Mingyu raised an eyebrow and looked at the man in the courtyard. “Thanks for the trouble during this time. But my woman—I know how to take care of her myself.”

“What do you know? Let go!” Fear spread in Ling Ruoxi’s heart. She pushed him away and instinctively retreated.

Luo Mingyu grabbed her again. “Go back. That’s all.”

“No. This is where I live—”

“Go!” Luo Mingyu snorted coldly. His hand landed on Ling Ruoxi’s shoulder as purple Dou Qi erupted. In an instant, the two figures vanished.

Fang Xu could only smile helplessly. Looking at the mess in the courtyard, he pinched the bridge of his nose indifferently and looked at the man standing ahead. “Is it done?”

“It’s been found out. Miss Ling’s true identity is all here… but this secret has too great an impact. She absolutely must not be allowed to know.”

She struggled almost the entire way back. That cold, unfeeling man tossed her straight onto the bed, slamming her so hard her backside nearly split open.

“Mom—Dad, what are you doing? Why are you so rough—let go—”

“Ting Hai!” Luo Mingyu frowned and set the two children down at the doorway.

The black-clad figure standing to the side took Yizhui and Yimeng and led them away. This time belonged to the two of them—those children absolutely could not interfere.

He shut the door quickly and set up a formation. Luo Mingyu walked over with a frown. “Ruoxi, tell me—what have you done these past few days?”

“What do you mean?” Her face sank as Ling Ruoxi hugged the blanket and shrank toward the foot of the bed. Did this man know? She…

Thinking of that night—the masked man who suddenly appeared—Ling Ruoxi shuddered and wrapped herself tighter in the blanket.

“When I left back then, where did you go?” Cold light flashed in Luo Mingyu’s eyes. Sitting on the bed, he looked at the tightly wrapped woman, pressed a hand to her shoulder, and touched the bite mark there. “What happened to this wound!”

“……” Silence. Ling Ruoxi lowered her head, not daring to look at him. His eyes were too fierce.

“Do you like Fang Xu? The moment I left, you got together with him? And the mark on your neck—he bit that, didn’t he? There’s another aura on you now. You should know—I hate my woman betraying me. Whether intentional or not, I hate it…”

His cold tone was like an icy abyss thousands of years old, mercilessly shattering her defenses. At that moment, tears fell from her eyes.

The curled-up woman cried, bloodshot eyes blazing. “What do you know? What do you understand!”

Her grief exploded. Ling Ruoxi grabbed Luo Mingyu’s clothes and pressed her hand to his cheek. “You’re a Purple Sovereign, a Dou Qi master. After you’re done, you can just pat your but and leave after you are done. But do you know about me?! I have no Dou Qi at all—I can’t even beat low-level magical beasts! You left me there alone!”

“I told you my dreams give omens! I knew Huangfu Xuan had fallen off the cliff. I went back alone—alone—from the mountain, fighting my way through. Hundreds of magical beasts surrounded me—I nearly died there! I went to get help, and still didn’t even know whether Huangfu Xuan was alive or dead! And you? Where were you then?! You’re a man—can’t you have even a bit of responsibility?!”

She shoved him away and choked with sobs.

Almost instinctively hugging the blanket, Ling Ruoxi let out a bitter laugh. “I thought you were just joking. I knew you were jealous, and I know my own personality. In my heart, friends and lovers are different. I thought you knew your limits—but I didn’t expect you to be so childish! Yizhui and Yimeng were kidnapped. I searched everywhere and found no clues at all. In the end, it was Ye Ningfeng who helped me find them. At that time, I hated you—hated that you weren’t there. They’re your own children too! Are you really that heartless?”