Chapter 389

Eating and taking, ah-woo, taking a bite.

The spirit fruit, similar to a peach, had plenty of juice. He Yan took a handkerchief and wiped the little dumpling's mouth.

The little dumpling loved beauty, emphasizing in a milky voice: "Cute."

Don't look at how he got his mouth all messy eating the spirit fruit; he was cute.

He Yan: "..."

Yan Guogong, who was drinking tea: "..."

Yan Guogong's wife loved him dearly, smiling and praising: "Yes, cute, too cute."

The little dumpling was beautiful, gnawing on the spirit fruit with his little mouth, having only two little teeth, yet eating very seriously. The little dumpling had many things to do; it wouldn't do for Yan Guogong's wife to be the only one praising him.

The little dumpling looked at He Yan, who was wiping his mouth: "Cute."

He Yan laughed in anger, helpless: "Hmm, you're cute."

The little dumpling was satisfied and turned his little head toward Yan Guogong.

Yan Guogong put down his teacup and immediately coaxed: "Rong Chi is the cutest."

Ah-woo, the little dumpling hugged the spirit peach and took a big bite, milky and fun. Everyone, including Yan Guogong and He Yan, laughed. It was a pity to have missed the time when Rong Yang was born.

Fortunately, they could do it again; Rong Yang just watched them raise Rong Chi.

If they raised him poorly, it showed they didn't raise Rong Yang well either.

Currently, Rong Yang seemed satisfied.

In the living room, it was full of smiles. Everyone teased the little dumpling. The adults were happy, and the children were happy. Rong Chi hugged the spirit fruit and gnawed on it, with a small storage bag still clutched in one little hand.

Who wouldn't love such a child!

Just then, Fubao arrived, and the young girl entered the living room.

"He He Bo Fu Fu," Fubao said: "Have you returned from the Beast Realm's small space?"

He Yan nodded: "Hmm."

Fubao asked: "Did you collect any good things?"

He Yan held the little dumpling, lowered his eyes to watch the child eat the spirit fruit, and wiped his mouth, not answering Fubao's words. Yan Guogong also drank tea, slowly savoring the spiritual energy in the tea.

Subsequently, He Zu and a few other clan members also arrived.

Several people didn't expect Fubao to be there, took a look, and found seats. In noble families, those in power were always surrounded by capable people, ready to arrange things at any time.

"Look at what Rong Chi is eating," He Zu teased: "Give your little uncle a bite of spirit fruit."

"Little He He Bo Fu," Rong Chi took the messily gnawed spirit fruit and handed it toward He Zu.

He Zu grinned and took a bite in the air: "Ah-woo, alright, you eat it. Eating it is good for a child's spirit mansion."

The little dumpling continued to gnaw on the spirit fruit. He Zu even leaned over lovingly and tugged at his little hand. The Heir Apparent Rong's child was raised well; the more he looked, the more he loved him, so cute.

Fubao looked at this one and then at that one.

"He He Bo Fu Fu," Fubao ran over: "Was the harvest big this time going to the Beast Realm's small space?"

He Yan then raised his eyes, and He Zu and the others also looked over.

Yan Guogong's wife restrained her smile a bit and asked: "Fubao, why did you come to my Yan Guogong Manor? Where are your elders?"

"I heard He He Bo Fu Fu returned from the Beast Realm's small space, so I specially came to the Yan Guogong Manor." Fubao's eyes brightened as she turned her head: "He He Bo Fu Fu, is the spirit fruit Rong Chi is eating something you collected?"

Without waiting for He Yan to answer, the little dumpling nodded while gnawing on the spirit fruit: "Yes."

Fubao pursed her lips and smiled. Rong Chi was already eating spirit fruit; He He Bo Fu Fu must have had a big harvest this time. She didn't know how many spirit fruits he had collected. Among all spirit fruits, the spirit peach was considered quite delicious.

"I want to eat spirit fruit too," Fubao said, opening her mouth to ask.

The people of the Yan Guogong Manor remained silent, as if they hadn't heard. He Zu only glanced at Fubao and continued to turn his head to talk to his clan brother. This time going to the Beast Realm's small space, their harvest was not small.

"Grandmother," Fubao turned to find Yan Guogong's wife: "I want to eat spirit fruit."

Yan Guogong's wife sat in her chair and said: "You are already a big child. Spirit fruit is for Rong Yang and Rong Chi to eat."

Fubao was bewildered, and she said: "I want to eat spirit fruit."

He Zu handed Fubao a plate of ordinary fruit: "Spirit fruit is very rare; generally, people don't give it to anyone other than their own children. If you want to eat fruit, eat ordinary fruit. Young ladies of noble families should have upbringing."

Fubao didn't eat the ordinary fruit, so He Zu placed it on the table.

Everyone continued to chat, talking about the opportunities in the Beast Realm's small space. No one paid attention to Fubao, but Fubao didn't leave and just played in the living room. Seeing Rong Chi gnawing on the spirit fruit, she slowly walked over.

Fubao hadn't eaten high-grade spirit fruit for a long time. The fruit smelled so good; Fubao swallowed her saliva.

Rong Chi finished gnawing a spirit fruit, took the handkerchief from He Yan's hand, wiped his own mouth, and called Fubao "Sister." He Yan held the little dumpling, took a look, and continued talking to the He clan members.

Rong Chi crawled over to play with Fubao. Fubao said to him: "Give me the spirit fruit to eat."

The little dumpling covered his face with his little hands and scrambled up: "Father."

He Yan was only distracted for a moment, lowering his head nervously: "What's wrong?"

The little dumpling poked his little face for He Yan to see: "Pinched me."

He Yan looked carefully, finally finding a red mark on the child's tender little face. In another moment, it would probably be invisible, but what did that matter? He Yan's face sank.

"Did you pinch Rong Chi?" He Yan questioned Fubao.

Fubao was stunned, retorting: "I didn't."

Everyone looked over. The little dumpling stretched his little hand toward Yan Guogong.

He Yan gave Fubao a cold look, stood up, and gave the little dumpling to Yan Guogong.

The little dumpling pinched his little face and complained to Yan Guogong: "Like this, pinched."

Fubao was furious: "I didn't."

The little dumpling looked at Yan Guogong: "Did."

Fubao retorted loudly: "Didn't."

The little dumpling stopped crying and lay in Yan Guogong's arms, feeling wronged.

This little green tea; did Yan Guogong care if Fubao pinched Rong Chi? He didn't care at all; he only cared that the little dumpling said Fubao pinched him, even if it was already invisible.

The problem was, Yan Guogong didn't even look!

With so many people here, how could Fubao pinch the child? It was most likely the child pinched himself. The one who is favored is the treasure; Fubao could only be considered the Xue Prince Manor's Fubao.

In the Yan Guogong Manor, ever since the day Rong Yang returned, there was no room for Fubao.

The Xue Prince Manor didn't know how to be decent and stop while they were ahead; who could they blame for that?

"Where are the people from the Xue Prince Manor?" Yan Guogong was biased and even suspected Fubao really pinched Rong Chi, immediately saying: "Call the people from the Xue Prince Manor to take their Little Junzhu away."

"I didn't pinch him," Fubao argued.

The Xue Prince Manor's maid didn't even dare to raise her head, pulled Fubao, and left. Fubao was heartbroken and cried loudly. The maid felt sorry for their First-Rank Little Junzhu and coaxed Fubao all the way.

Fubao cried all the way home, even alarming the Xue Prince Consort.

"Fubao," Qin He asked: "What happened?"

Fubao mimicked: "That's just a little green tea; I didn't pinch him."

"Yes," the maid said: "I looked, and there wasn't even a red mark on the child's face."

Qin He was annoyed. The Xue Prince Consort asked: "Fubao, didn't you explain to Yan Guogong and his wife?"