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“Qing’an, take one hundred thousand taels of silver and place them in Wangchuan Courtyard,” Feng Xiaohan instructed.
“Understood.”
After finishing his breakfast, Feng Xiaohan went to the study.
“Xu Shu,” Feng Xiaohan called out.
From the hidden compartment in the study, a well-dressed and refined man appeared.
“Xu Shu,” the man bowed respectfully to Feng Xiaohan.
“Rise.”
Xu Shu began reading the memorials to Feng Xiaohan.
Feng Xiaohan quietly listened, wondering what Little Girl was doing. Was she still working?
One hundred thousand taels—she wouldn’t be able to earn that amount for a long time.
“Xu Shu, I have finished reading,” Feng Xiaohan replied distractedly, noticing that Xu Shu was somewhat lost in thought.
“What is it?” Feng Xiaohan asked.
“Mm.” Feng Xiaohan responded faintly.
Xu Shu handed the red pen to Feng Xiaohan. Feng Xiaohan fumbled with it before writing down his comments.
Xu Shu picked up the second memorial and began reading.
After finishing the last one, Feng Xiaohan reviewed and commented on it.
As noon approached, the memorials were finally finished.
“Send them to the palace.”
“Understood.”
Xu Shu took the memorials and left for the palace.
Qing’an came in to pour tea for Feng Xiaohan.
“Would Your Highness like to have lunch now?”
“Mm.” Feng Xiaohan responded with a low hum.
After Qing’an left, Feng Xiaohan began calling out to the Little Girl.
[Please use the correct name for summoning.]
Who is Little Girl?! The system administrator, Huahua, was fuming in the background.
Feng Xiaohan: ……Oh.
“Yuer.” His cold, deep voice called out.
Hearing her Father summon her, Feng Wuyu was momentarily conflicted—she was still working.
But not answering would make Father angry, and an angry Father was scary. Father could be quite temperamental when he got mad.
Father was totally a grumpy father.
“Father~” Wuyu appeared, hugging a large bouquet of red roses, looking at him with sparkling eyes.
Feng Xiaohan glanced at the flowers, a rare hint of amusement tugging at his lips. More flowers again.
She was sending them far too frequently—his bedchamber was almost out of space to store them.
“You’re still working?”
“That’s right.” Wuyu nodded earnestly.
“Don’t worry, Father. Wuyu will work hard to earn money and buy medicine for you.”
“No rush.” Feng Xiaohan replied calmly. He wasn’t in a hurry—after all, he had been blind for quite some time already.
“Why aren’t you wearing the dress I bought for you?” Did she not like it?
“Father, I’m working! I’d get the new clothes dirty.” Wuyu was tired from standing, so she sat cross-legged in the air.
Feng Xiaohan looked at her with mild surprise. That chubby little body of hers could actually sit cross-legged? And still hugging a bouquet? Others might carry fish statues—she looked like a flower child holding blossoms.
“If it gets dirty, we’ll just buy more.” Just a few dresses, that’s all. Buy!
“That’s wasteful.” Wuyu protested. Money was hard to earn—she couldn’t waste it.
Feng Xiaohan didn’t argue with her. He’d just buy her a few more later.
“These flowers are quite pretty,” Feng Xiaohan complimented casually.
“Ah!” Wuyu suddenly remembered that she hadn’t finished her task.
She still hadn’t delivered the flowers to the pretty big sister.
“Bye-bye, Father!”
After saying goodbye, Wuyu vanished in an instant.
Feng Xiaohan hadn’t even gotten the chance to say anything before his daughter’s figure disappeared from sight.
Why did she leave in such a hurry?
Wait… she didn’t even give him the flowers.
Oh—so the flowers weren’t for him after all.
Feng Xiaohan felt a touch of frustration at his own wishful thinking.
A flicker of annoyance crossed his cold and handsome face.
“Prince, please enjoy your lunch,” Qing’an said as he brought in the meal.
“Mm.” Feng Xiaohan returned to his usual unaffected demeanor.
After lunch, Feng Xiaohan returned to Wangchuan Courtyard. With Qing’an’s help, he lay down and Qing’an quietly withdrew.
Lying in bed, Feng Xiaohan browsed the items in the mall, his fingers tapping away non-stop.
Then he completed the payment.
Administrator Shuishui felt deeply gratified: Mm, finally starting to show some love for his little girl.
When Wuyu returned home from work and opened the door, she found that her little bamboo house was now filled with many new things.
The small cottage was now a bit crowded.
[These were bought for you by your Father,]Shuishui reminded her.
“Wow!” Wuyu’s eyes sparkled with joy as she looked at the beautiful little shoes and hair accessories.
[Your Father has unlocked Level two for you, so you’re rewarded with one thousand taels.]
Wuyu checked her balance: one account held the money her Father had given her—still more than two thousand taels. Another held the money she had earned herself—now up to one thousand and ten taels. A third account held money gifted to her by others—eighty-nine taels.
Hehehe, now Wuyu was a little rich lady—so much money!
“I’m going to find Father!”
Wuyu immediately went to find her Father.
At this moment, Feng Xiaohan was taking his afternoon nap.
“Father, I’m here~” Wuyu appeared and reached out to poke his cheek.
Feng Xiaohan opened his eyes and saw the rosy-cheeked Little Girl.
“Finished working?”
“Yep! Today Wuyu earned three taels of silver.” Wuyu held up three chubby fingers.
Feng Xiaohan looked at her plump little hand showing three fingers.
She earned that much?
“Were you moving bricks?”
“No, no! A kind uncle asked me to keep an old grandma company,” Wuyu said as she flew to her Father’s side and sat down.
Feng Xiaohan frowned slightly when he saw her stepping on his blanket with her shoes.
Wuyu, without hesitation, pulled the blanket over herself.
Feng Xiaohan: She really doesn’t know what being polite means.
“I played with the grandma for half an hour, and the uncle gave me three taels of silver.”
Feng Xiaohan couldn’t figure out how her jobs worked—moving bricks all day earned three taels, yet playing with someone for half an hour also earned three taels.
“Father, I really like the things you bought me,” Wuyu said, hugging his arm.
“Wuyu loves Father the most!”
Feng Xiaohan snorted arrogantly, Hmph, who doesn’t know how to say sweet things?
“Father,” Wuyu called out again.
Feng Xiaohan looked over, his eyes asking, What is it this time?
“Don’t you notice anything different about me?” Wuyu asked. Why isn’t Father complimenting me? I specially put on a pretty outfit just to see him!
“No difference. Still as silly as before,” Feng Xiaohan replied sharply.
“Father!” Wuyu stood up, hands on her belly, glaring with her round eyes at her sharp-tongued Father.
“I’m very angry!”
“Eh, you have no waist,” Feng Xiaohan continued his teasing.
Wuyu looked down at her waist, then confidently pointed at her tummy.
“Isn’t this a waist? Father, look clearly!”
“There’s a phrase, I wonder if you’ve learned it—‘pointing at a deer and calling it a horse.’ You’re doing the same—pointing at your tummy and calling it your waist,” Feng Xiaohan chuckled as he looked at Wuyu.
This Little Girl was just too amusing.
“Father,” Wuyu raised her little fists and thumped her Father twice with a bonk bonk.
Feng Xiaohan watched the Little Girl trying to take him on.
“Are you tickling me? You’ve got no strength at all.”
Wuyu: … Waaah! I don’t want this mean Father anymore!
Frustrated, Wuyu reached out and tried to shove her mean Father off the bed.
“Yah!” Wuyu mustered all the strength she had—every bit of it—to push him.
Feng Xiaohan looked at her scrunched-up little bun face with an amused glint in his eye.
With a single large hand, he gently pressed down. Wuyu’s face hit the blanket, her whole body flattened onto the bed like a little pancake.
“Faaather!” Wuyu’s muffled babyish voice came out from beneath.
Feng Xiaohan ignored her.
“Father is a big meanie,” Wuyu accused, her voice filled with grievance.
Feng Xiaohan clicked his tongue.
This Little Girl always spoke the harshest truths.
“I’m a meanie, am I?” He poked at her cheek where it puffed out adorably.
“Hmph.” Wuyu snorted in defiance.
“Answer me.” Feng Xiaohan continued to poke her soft little face.
“No… Father is a good egg,” Wuyu said, coaxing, trying to flatter him.
Feng Xiaohan: Does it have to be an egg?
He finally let go. Wuyu scrambled upright and sat on the bed, her hair tousled, her round little bun face glaring angrily at her “meanie” Father.
Feng Xiaohan looked at her plump little figure and her chubby cheeks flushed red from anger.
Feeling just a little guilty, he rubbed the bridge of his nose—maybe picking on such a tiny little girl wasn’t exactly the most honorable thing for a grown man to do.