CHAPTER 271: CHAPTER 271: I ONLY WANT YOUR FLOWERS, NOT YOUR SILVER

The more Feng Fuce struggled, the more Bai Zhi’er found it amusing!

She leaned over with her small mouth, forcing the young boy to dodge back and forth.

Not far away, the Xiu Luo Envoy watched in stunned silence.

What a scene of an official forcing a good citizen!

Finally, Feng Fuce pinched Bai Zhi’er’s chubby cheeks.

He gently pressed her cheeks, rendering Bai Zhi’er immobile, leaving her to pout and blink her big eyes innocently.

Feng Fuce raised his eyebrows quietly, his dark eyes reflecting a hint of subtle reddish-brown in the bright firelight.

"Little rascal, get down," he said in a low, melodious voice, and moved his fingertip slightly.

As if he gave Bai Zhi’er’s chubby little face a couple of squeezes without a sound.

It felt quite good.

Bai Zhi’er was not to be outdone.

With a "pop," she cupped Feng Fuce’s face with both her small hands.

"Brother Fu Ce, do you know what day it is today?"

"Chinese New Year’s Eve?" Feng Fuce lightly raised an eyebrow, puzzled as to why she was asking this.

Bai Zhi’er nodded: "That’s right, so you need to wish me a Happy New Year and wealth prosperity!"

With that, the little one let go and proudly patted her plump wallet.

"I brought something good for you!"

Feng Fuce sneered, released her cheeks, crossed his arms, and looked to the side: "You keep your stuff."

The mortal world’s new year had nothing to do with him.

Bai Zhi’er puffed her rosy cheeks: "Just say it once!"

Feng Fuce remained silent.

The little one pitifully tugged at his sleeve: "Zhi’er wants to hear it."

Feng Fuce’s thin lips tightened.

As he turned his head, he could see Bai Zhi’er’s soft face right up close.

Those bright eyes now revealed an innocent, weak, and pitiable look.

Feng Fuce closed his eyes briefly, then said, "Happy New Year, Bai Zhi’er."

The little one’s eyes immediately sparkled: "More, more!"

"Wishing you prosperity..." Feng Fuce was somewhat reluctant.

Bai Zhi’er instantly jumped off the chair, skipping around joyfully.

"Brother Fu Ce is so nice! Here, this is for you~" She generously pulled out a bunch of stuff from her small wallet and stuffed it into Feng Fuce’s hands.

The young boy looked down at his palm, seeing a roll of silver notes and several broken silver pieces.

At this moment, Bai Zhi’er’s soft little hand placed a purple flower on top as well.

The little one’s voice was soft and happy: "Today I greeted the New Year with Daddy and many Palace Attendant brothers and sisters, and they gave the New Year’s money."

"I’ve kept it all for you."

Bai Zhi’er pointed at the roll of silver notes: "This one looks thick. Is it enough to repay Brother Fu Ce’s silver?"

The smile initially lingering in Feng Fuce’s expression vanished when he heard her talking about repayment, his gaze turning gradually cold.

Like boiling jade suddenly thrown into ice water.

He glanced at the silver notes symbolically before placing them on the table.

"This silver is money given to you for New Year’s; how can you give it to me?"

Bai Zhi’er’s voice was soft: "Given to me, I can give it to whoever I want!"

Feng Fuce’s jawline tensed, unable to speak for a while.

After a while, he reached out, picking up the purple flower.

"This is also yours?"

Bai Zhi’er nodded repeatedly.

This was scavenged from Dahua!

Feng Fuce raised his eyebrows slightly: "I’ll take the flower, but the rest, you keep for yourself."

Bai Zhi’er’s wide eyes beamed: "No, no, you must take the silver too!"

Otherwise, Brother Fu Ce wouldn’t have any money, and might not even be able to eat...