OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess
Chapter 207: From now on, I’ll call you Xiao Mei, and you’ll call me A Ping

Chapter 207: Chapter 207: From now on, I’ll call you Xiao Mei, and you’ll call me A Ping

The little one sat stably beside Feng Fuce.

She blinked her round, dark eyes, and curiously asked, "Brother Fu Ce, why are you here?"

Feng Fuce said casually, "I was nearby on business, happened to pass by, and Chu Ping saw Qingmei here, so I came over to inquire."

After speaking, he lowered his gaze and looked at Bai Zhi’er, seemingly asked casually.

"Where are you planning to go? I happen to have some free time and can take you there."

Bai Zhi’er fluttered her long eyelashes, her small face round and adorably cute.

She said softly, "I want to go to the Wang Family!"

The family with the surname Wang in the Capital cannot be called the Imperial Mansion, otherwise, it would clash with the Princes.

Bai Zhi’er’s tone was charming, "Their family has Hundred years old ginseng, which can help sister and brother of the Fang family."

"Additionally, I met Uncle Wang, the Historian, this morning, and he said he wanted to show Zhi’er what he wrote!"

Saying this, Bai Zhi’er pretended to sigh like a small adult.

"I don’t even know, in the Historian’s home, how many people he ranks, will he agree if I ask him for a few ginseng babies?"

Feng Fuce thought for a moment, "Lord Wang, the Historian, is the Master of the second branch of the Wang Family. Nowadays, the Family Head is his eldest brother with the same father and mother."

"From what I see, the Historian Wang wants to make up for past mistakes. He shouldn’t refuse you and can make the decision."

After hearing this, Bai Zhi’er’s little face bloomed into a relieved sweet smile.

"That’s good! Brother Fu Ce, let’s go now!"

Feng Fuce ordered calmly to the outside, "To the Wang Family."

Chu Ping answered happily, "Alright!"

Qingmei, thinking of how talkative Chu Ping was, originally didn’t want to sit beside him.

But she was concerned about the Princess’s safety.

So she had no choice but to sit beside the shaft.

Sure enough, while driving, Chu Ping babbled, "The pastries Miss Qingmei gave last time were so delicious, just like my grandmother’s craftsmanship!"

Qingmei looked speechless.

Seeing her not speaking, Chu Ping hurriedly added, "They reminded me of the taste of home."

Qingmei looked at him, somewhat curious, "Is Young Master Chu’s ancestral home outside of the Capital?"

"No, it’s right in the Capital, just that I’m busy with matters and only go back once a month!"

Thinking he missed home, it turns out he simply doesn’t go back.

Qingmei felt she asked an unnecessary question!

Chu Ping smiled at her, his bright eyes and white teeth making him look sunny and cheerful.

"Calling me Young Master Chu is too formal, Miss Qingmei. From now on, you call me A Ping, and I’ll call you Xiao Mei!"

Qingmei abruptly said, "That can’t do!"

"Why not?"

"My family’s second uncle once kept a yellow oriole bird named A Ping!"

Chu Ping, upon hearing this, didn’t get angry and instead laughed heartily.

He said, "That’s easy, you can call me Ping Ping."

Qingmei: ...

She shouldn’t have responded to this!

Inside the carriage.

Bai Zhi’er was enjoying some pastries on the table.

Feng Fuce’s eyes were cool and dark as he watched her for a while.

He suddenly said, "There’s some dirt on your cheek."

"Hmm?!" Bai Zhi’er’s small face was puffed, her mouth stuffed with pastries, big eyes filled with confusion, like a cute little squirrel.

"What’s this?" She wiped her clean, soft face with her sleeve.

Feng Fuce took out his own handkerchief, pressed her hand and said, "I’ll help you."

Then, he gently wiped her cheek twice with the handkerchief.

He wiped the spot where Fang Wushen had pinched earlier.

Feng Fuce retracted his hand, glanced downward, "It’s done."

Bai Zhi’er, unaware, continued to hold pastries in both hands, enjoying them without a hitch.

She didn’t forget to say softly, "Thank you, Brother Fu Ce~"

Feng Fuce subtly raised his thin lips.

He looked calmly out the carriage window, "You’re welcome."