Chapter 389: Even Rong Chi Is Eating Spiritual Fruits

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

The spiritual fruit, similar to a peach, was full of juice. He Yan took a handkerchief to wipe the little milk bun's mouth.

The little milk bun loved being pretty and insisted in a milky voice, "Cute."

Don't let him get juice all over his mouth while eating the spiritual fruit; he is still cute.

He Yan: "..."

The Duke of Yan, drinking tea: "..."

The Duchess of Yan, doting on him, smiled and praised, "Yes, cute, so very cute."

The little milk bun was happy, nibbling the spiritual fruit with just two little teeth, eating very seriously. The little milk bun had many demands; the Duchess of Yan praising him alone wasn't enough.

The little milk bun looked at He Yan, who was wiping his mouth, and said, "Cute."

He Yan laughed in exasperation, helplessly, "Mm, you are cute."

The little milk bun was satisfied and turned his little head toward the Duke of Yan.

The Duke of Yan put down his tea bowl and immediately coaxed, "Rong Chi is the cutest."

Ah-wu, the little milk bun hugged the spiritual peach and took a huge bite. The milky sound was so amusing that the Duke of Yan, He Yan, and others all laughed; missing Rong Chi's birth was truly a pity.

Fortunately, they could do it all over again. Rong Chi would just watch them raise Rong Chi all over again.

If they raised him poorly, it would show that they couldn't raise Rong Chi well either.

For now, Rong Chi seemed satisfied.

In the living room, everyone was smiling. They were all teasing the little milk bun. The adults were happy, and the child was happy too. Rong Chi held the spiritual fruit, gnawing on it, while a tiny hand still clutched a small storage bag.

Who wouldn't dote on a child like this?

Just then, Fu Bao arrived, the young girl entering the living room.

"Uncle He," Fu Bao said, "You have returned from the small space in the Demon Beast Realm?"

He Yan nodded, "Mm."

Fu Bao asked, "Did you collect anything good?"

He Yan held the little milk bun, looking down as the child ate the spiritual fruit and wiping his mouth. He did not answer Fu Bao. The Duke of Yan also drank tea, leisurely savoring the spiritual energy within the tea.

Shortly after, He Zu and several other clan members arrived.

The few of them did not expect Fu Bao to be there. They glanced at her, found seats, and sat down. In great aristocratic families, capable people always surrounded the leaders, ready to be assigned tasks at any moment.

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

"Little Uncle," Rong Chi held out the messy, half-eaten spiritual fruit to He Zu.

He Zu grinned, pretending to bite the air, "Ah-wu, alright, you eat. It's good for a child's spiritual foundation."

The little milk bun continued gnawing the spiritual fruit. He Zu doted on him, leaning in and tugging his tiny hand. Rong He Shizi's child was raised well; the more he looked, the more he doted on him. So cute.

Fu Bao looked at this one, then that one.

"Uncle He," Fu Bao ran over. "Was the harvest from this trip to the small space in the Demon Beast Realm great?"

He Yan finally looked up, and He Zu and the others looked over too.

The Duchess of Yan restrained her smile slightly and asked, "Why has Fu Bao come to my Duke of Yan's residence? Where are your elders?"

"I heard Uncle He returned from the small space in the Demon Beast Realm, so I came specifically to the Duke of Yan's residence," Fu Bao said, her eyes bright as she turned her head. "Uncle He, did you collect the spiritual fruit that Rong Chi is eating?"

Before He Yan could answer, the little milk bun nodded while chewing the spiritual fruit, "Yes."

Fu Bao pressed her lips in a smile. If even Rong Chi was eating spiritual fruit, Uncle He must have had a great harvest this time. She didn't know how many spiritual fruits he had collected, but among all spiritual fruits, the spiritual peach was considered quite delicious.

"I want to eat spiritual fruit too," Fu Bao opened her mouth and asked.

The people of the Duke of Yan's residence remained silent, as if they hadn't heard. He Zu only glanced at Fu Bao, then turned back to speak with his clan elder brother. This trip to the small space in the Demon Beast Realm had yielded a great harvest for them.

"Grandmother," Fu Bao turned to look for the Duchess of Yan. "I want to eat spiritual fruit."

The Duchess of Yan sat in her chair and said, "You are already a big child. Spiritual fruits are for Rong Chi and Rong Chi to eat."

Fu Bao looked confused. She said, "I want to eat spiritual fruit."

He Zu handed Fu Bao a plate of ordinary fruit. "Spiritual fruits are very rare. Usually, families don't give them to children who aren't their own. If you want fruit, eat ordinary fruit. Young ladies of noble, meritorious families must have good upbringing."

Fu Bao refused to eat the ordinary fruit, so He Zu placed it on the table.

Everyone continued chatting, discussing their opportunities in the small space of the Demon Beast Realm. No one paid attention to Fu Bao. Fu Bao did not leave; she played in the living room. Seeing Rong Chi gnawing on the spiritual fruit, she slowly walked over.

Fu Bao hadn't eaten high-grade spiritual fruit in a long time. The fruit smelled so good. Fu Bao swallowed her saliva.

After finishing one spiritual fruit, Rong Chi took the handkerchief from He Yan's hand and wiped his own mouth. He called out to Sister Fu Bao. He Yan held the little milk bun, glanced over, and continued talking with several members of the He clan.

Rong Chi reached out to play with Fu Bao. Fu Bao said to him, "Give me the spiritual fruit to eat."

The little milk bun covered his face with his tiny hands and squirmed, "Father."

He Yan only blinked, then looked down in alarm, "What's wrong?"

The little milk bun poked his cheek for He Yan to see, "Pinch me."

He Yan looked closely and carefully, finally finding a red mark on the child's tender little face. In another moment, it probably wouldn't be visible anymore. But what of that? He Yan's face darkened.

"Did you pinch Rong Chi?" He Yan accused Fu Bao.

Fu Bao was stunned and denied, "I didn't."

Everyone looked over. The little milk bun reached his tiny hands toward the Duke of Yan.

He Yan gave Fu Bao a cold look, stood up, and handed the little milk bun to the Duke of Yan.

The little milk bun pinched his own cheek and complained to the Duke of Yan, "Like this. Pinch."

Fu Bao was furious, "I didn't."

The little milk bun looked at the Duke of Yan, "Yes."

Fu Bao loudly denied, "No."

The little milk bun stopped making noise, lay in the Duke of Yan's arms, and felt aggrieved.

This little green tea, does Marquis Yan care whether Fubao pinched Rong Chi? He doesn't care at all; he only cares that the little milk bun said Fubao pinched him, even though there's no sign of it anymore.

The problem is, Marquis Yan doesn't look either!

With so many people present, how could they let Fubao pinch a child? Most likely, the child pinched himself. The one favored is the treasure; Fubao can only be considered the Xue Wang Fu's Fubao.

In Marquis Yan's mansion, since the day Rong Yang returned, there has been no room for Fubao.

If Xue Wang Fu didn't know when to stop for the sake of dignity, who can be blamed?

"Where are the people from Xue Wang Fu?" Marquis Yan is biased; he even suspects Fubao really did pinch Rong Chi, so he immediately said, "Tell the people from Xue Wang Fu to take their little princess away."

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

The maid from Xue Wang Fu didn't dare lift her head; she pulled Fubao away. Fubao was heartbroken, crying loudly. The maid felt sorry for their first-rank little princess and coaxed Fubao all the way.

Fubao cried all the way home, even alarming Xue Wang Fei.

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

Fubao repeated, "That's just a little green tea. I didn't pinch him."

"Yes," the maid said, "I saw it. The child's face isn't even red."

Qin He was angry. Xue Wang Fei asked, "Fubao, didn't you explain to Marquis Yan and his wife?"