Chapter 12: I Am Your Father, Listen to Me

At thirty, with no family and no career, he remained by Feng Xiaohan’s side as a guard and housekeeper.

The debt of gratitude from years ago had long been repaid.

“What are you talking about, Your Highness?” Qing’an smiled as he placed a bowl of soup in front of Feng Xiaohan.

Yu Yu curiously looked at this older brother.

Who is this brother?

He looks so good! Yu Yu stood on her stool, stretching her neck to see Qing’an’s face.

Feng Xiaohan frowned. What’s this? Is Qing’an really that good-looking that she needs to lean in to see?

“Qing’an, you may leave now,” Feng Xiaohan ordered.

“Yes, Your Highness.” Qing’an bowed and stepped back.

Yu Yu stared at his retreating figure.

“Feng Wuyu, is he good-looking?” Feng Xiaohan asked with a smirk, watching his daughter with a teasing expression.

“You’re stretching your neck so long, do you want to become a turtle?”

“Father, you’re the turtle!” Yu Yu retracted her gaze.

“Who is better-looking, Qing’an or me?” Feng Xiaohan asked, picking up a lamb chop with his chopsticks.

“Father looks good, and that brother just now looks good too.” Yu Yu stated that both were good-looking.

“You’d better choose one that you think is the best-looking.” Feng Xiaohan held the lamb chop in the air.

Yu Yu stared longingly, wanting him to drop the lamb chop into her bowl!

“Of course, Father is the best-looking!” Yu Yu said with a flattering smile.

“Really?”

“Really!” Yu Yu nodded vigorously.

More sincere than the lamb chop!

Feng Xiaohan, satisfied, placed the lamb chop into his daughter’s bowl.

Yu Yu quickly took a bite of the lamb chop.

Delicious!

“They’re all good-looking.” Yu Yu whispered.

Feng Xiaohan: …………

Spit out the lamb chop!

“Medical Immortal Brother is also good-looking.”

Feng Xiaohan: ……… This girl is such a smitten fan.

“Eat your food.” Feng Xiaohan picked up a piece of green vegetable for her.

“Father, I don’t want to eat vegetables.” Yu Yu protested against the greens.

“Eat.”

“Okay.” Yu Yu obediently ate the vegetables in her bowl.

After finishing her meal, Yu Yu patted her little belly.

“So full.”

“How has work been these past few days?” Feng Xiaohan began peeling an orange.

“Super tiring~” Yu Yu sighed.

“I had to prepare medicine, deliver medicine, and teach them to line up.”

“Father, they were too much!”

Yu Yu started to chatter on about her experiences over the past few days.

Feng Xiaohan just listened quietly, handing her the orange segments after peeling.

Yu Yu broke half off to give to her father.

Feng Xiaohan took a bite of the orange; it was really sour.

“Father, is it sweet?” Yu Yu asked.

“Very sweet.” Feng Xiaohan gave a serious nod.

Yu Yu popped a segment into her mouth.

The sourness made her face scrunch up.

“Father is lying! It’s sour!” Yu Yu glared at her father with an angry expression.

“I didn’t lie to you; maybe the half you took was sour while mine is sweet.” Feng Xiaohan tried to persuade her.

The remaining orange segments were set aside.

“Really?” Yu Yu started to believe him a bit.

“Really.” Feng Xiaohan nodded.

More truthful than the orange.

Yu Yu: Alright then.

“There’s a box over there, Qing’an found it while cleaning the storeroom. It’s just sitting there, so take it and play with it.” Feng Xiaohan casually pointed to a box.

Yu Yu followed her father’s gaze to see a big box.

“What is it?” Yu Yu jumped down from the stool and ran over to open the box.

“Masks!” Yu Yu exclaimed happily, picking up a mask to put on her face.

“Father, look!” Yu Yu turned her head toward her father.

Feng Xiaohan looked at his daughter, who was happily wearing the mask, a hint of gentle amusement flashing in his eyes.

“Is this a clay figure?” Yu Yu said, looking at the somewhat ugly yet cute little clay figure.

“Right, doesn’t it look like you?” He had made it especially.

“Where does it look like me? I look in the mirror every day!” Yu Yu examined the little clay figure, realizing it didn’t resemble her at all. What kind of eyes does Father have?

“Feng Wuyu, are you secretly mocking me in your heart?” Feng Xiaohan saw through her little expression at a glance.

Yu Yu was shocked. How did Father know!

Can Father read minds? How impressive!

“Father, can you stop calling me by my full name?” Yu Yu said, as hearing her full name from her father made her a bit anxious.

Because whenever the naughty sister’s father called her by her full name, she would end up getting spanked.

“No,” Feng Xiaohan shook his finger.

Yu Yu: Hmph, bad dad.

“You’re mocking me again in your heart.”

Yu Yu quickly covered her mouth; how did Father know again?

Feng Xiaohan: Little rascal.

Yu Yu continued rummaging through the things in the box.

There were a rattle drum, wind chimes, hairpins, and also a small bag!

“Father, this little bag is so pretty!” Yu Yu exclaimed with delight as she looked at the small bag.

“Father, is this a gift for Yu Yu?”

“Hmm.” Feng Xiaohan nodded calmly.

Last time she came, he had seen that her old bag had a little tear.

“Thank you, Father! Yu Yu loves you the most!” Yu Yu hugged her father’s leg and acted cute.

“Oh? Who’s better looking, me or that brother from earlier, or your Medical Immortal brother?” Feng Xiaohan asked.

“Father looks the best! Father is the most handsome man in the world!” Yu Yu happily flattered her father.

“Is that the truth?”

“Of course! Little kids can’t lie.”

Feng Xiaohan felt pleased.

Yu Yu began to put the things from her small bag into the new bag.

Feng Xiaohan watched as she pulled out various interesting items.

A piece of red cloth?

What does she need a piece of red cloth for?

Papers and pens were common items, nothing surprising.

But why did she put a colorful feather in her bag?

And a stone as well.

Is she not heavy? No wonder she’s so short, she’s being weighed down.

“Father, what should I do about this old bag? It has a hole in it.” Yu Yu looked at the hole in her old bag.

“I’ll handle it.” Feng Xiaohan reached for her old cloth bag.

The bag was severely worn; it was clear she used it often.

There was even a name embroidered on it, but he didn’t know who had done it.

“Father, I’m so tired,” Yu Yu said, feeling exhausted.

“Then take a break; there’s no rush to earn money.” Feng Xiaohan gently patted her head.

“But what about your medicine…” Yu Yu worried about her father’s medicine.

“Don’t worry. We’ll rest for a day or two, and I’ll take you to the market; there are many fun things there.” Feng Xiaohan comforted Yu Yu.

Let alone a little girl over two years old, even an adult wouldn’t be able to handle working for such a long time.

“Really?” Yu Yu still hesitated a bit.

“I am your father; listen to me.” Who listens to whom?

“First, take a nap. After you wake up, I’ll take you to meet your sister.”

“Father, but my sister can’t see me.” Only Father can see her.

“It’s fine; you can see her, and that’s enough.” Feng Xiaohan said it was no problem.

Alright, if Father says it’s fine, then it’s fine.

Yu Yu kicked off her little shoes, rolled up the blanket, and went to sleep.

Feng Xiaohan arranged his daughter’s shoes neatly.

Afterward, he looked at his daughter, who had already fallen asleep; it seemed that she was truly worn out during this time.

Her once chubby face had slimmed down a bit, no longer as round as before.

Feng Xiaohan pushed his wheelchair out.

“Qing’an, push me to Mingzhu Courtyard.”

“Yes.”

When they arrived at Mingzhu Courtyard, the maple leaves were slowly beginning to turn red in early autumn.

The cool breeze blew, sending a few leaves fluttering down onto the mirror-like surface of the lake.

Gu Zhu sat by the window, with an abacus and account books in front of her.

Her hair was tied up with a hairband, and there was a hint of fatigue in her brows and eyes, as if her soul was about to leave her body.

Hearing the sound of the wheelchair rolling, Gu Zhu looked outside.

“Your Highness, you’re here.” Gu Zhu stood up and stepped out to bow slightly.

“Qing’an, you may leave.”

“Yes.”

Qing’an retreated.

Gu Zhu pushed Feng Xiaohan inside while guessing what he wanted.