Chapter 310: Chapter 310: I’m Not a Child, You Don’t Have to Treat Me Like This
It was probably Feng Fuce and Zhi’er that stimulated the boy.
He gritted his teeth, mustered all his strength, and finally stood up, face flushed from the effort!
At that moment.
Zhi’er clapped her little hands with a patter.
In her big eyes, there was admiration.
"You’re amazing, standing up on your own!"
The little fellow turned his head and looked at Feng Fuce standing indifferently.
She didn’t forget to stretch out her little hand, poked him, and sent a playful glance over, signaling for Feng Fuce to follow suit.
Feng Fuce’s thin lips were tightly pressed, and his indifferent eyes, upon seeing Zhi’er’s little expression, showed a slight ripple.
He also extended his two hands, coldly and slowly clapping.
Zhi’er beamed, "There are many difficulties in the world, but if you try hard enough, you can get through them!"
"Congratulations, you’ve just overcome the first hurdle in life!"
The little one’s voice was soft yet full of sincerity.
The boy, who just now felt humiliated, gradually calmed down.
He didn’t sense any disdain or hostility in Zhi’er’s words.
Even if Feng Fuce’s attitude was cold, his face only showed the words "uninteresting."
They...
The boy was momentarily dazed.
Since childhood, the treatment he received was often beatings and scolding, a hundred kinds of disdain.
He never thought that one day, in a foreign land, he would be praised by two people he’d never met, who he could even say had some grievances.
At this moment, the boy was unwilling to admit that his heart was slightly moved.
However, a little bit of stubbornness drove him not to admit it.
He lowered his head, leaned against the wall, and pretended to be disdainful, saying, "I’m not a kid, you don’t have to treat me like that."
After speaking, he hobbled back to the back room.
After he left, Zhi’er turned around, directly rushed over, and hugged Feng Fuce.
She wasn’t tall, so she stretched out her little hands and hugged his waist.
Feng Fuce’s body stiffened, "You... what are you doing?"
Zhi’er raised her fair, cute little round face, her naturally pink cheeks showing charm.
"I’m thanking you! Brother Fuce is awesome too, even though that boy cursed at you, you didn’t mind it."
"You matured like a big brother~ And the reason you didn’t let him leave is because his foot wasn’t fully healed, right?"
Feng Fuce didn’t expect his thoughts to be seen through by this seemingly carefree little rascal.
He slightly lowered his eyes and said faintly, "I’m not as kind as you think, I’m afraid if he goes out and injures himself, it would be a waste of my effort to save him."
Zhi’er again rested her little head on him.
"You’re just being stubborn~ It’s alright, I know Brother Fuce is a good person, and that’s enough!"
Feng Fuce looked down at the little one in front of him, rubbing against him like a little spoiled animal.
He slightly raised his well-defined, fair hand, awkward yet earnest, patting her head.
"Zhi’er, you’re wrinkling my clothes." Feng Fuce pressed his lips together, suppressing a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth, pretending to be indifferent.
The little one acted naughty, "I’ll wrinkle it, I’ll wrinkle it!"
Feng Fuce lightly raised an eyebrow.
This little rascal...
When she had enough fun and was about to leave, Qingmei almost shouted thank heavens.
She was really about to pass out from being entangled by the chatterbox Chu Ping.
Chu Ping watched them leave and still shouted out loudly, "Come play again next time, Princess, Xiao Mei~"
When he turned his gaze back, he turned his head and saw Feng Fuce looking at him with cold, dark eyes.
Chu Ping shivered all over, "I’ll get back to work immediately."