Chapter 1516: If You Don’t Like Them, We Won’t Have Any

Zhi’er suddenly felt a chill in her heart for a moment.

She masked it with a smile: "How could that be! I’m just... worried."

In her panic, Zhi’er casually found an excuse.

Feng Fuce’s gaze was as cold and pale as ice and snow, as if he could see through all her little thoughts.

Zhi’er had to slightly turn her head to avoid direct eye contact with him.

"Worried about what?" Feng Fuce asked.

Zhi’er paused for a moment before saying, "Last time you fought with A Kuang, after that, I’m afraid it would be awkward between you two."

Feng Fuce thought it was normal for her to think that, so the chill in his eyes gradually faded.

He chuckled lightly: "I’m not awkward, and I won’t make things difficult for him anymore, provided he doesn’t get too close to you, or too intimate."

Zhi’er pouted: "A Kuang and I have always dealt with things as they come, the intimacy you speak of is merely how friends interact."

Feng Fuce held her hand: "Okay, whatever you say, now let’s go, I see you haven’t eaten, let’s go to Xijiang Yue to fill your stomach, then I’ll go with you to the Wen Mansion."

As long as Zhi’er was by his side, Feng Fuce could put all busy matters aside and focus entirely on accompanying her.

Zhi’er stared at his profile, lost in thought.

Feng Fuce noticed her gaze, turned his head to look, and she quickly turned her face away.

He slightly furrowed his brow.

After getting in the carriage, Zhi’er didn’t chat with him like she used to.

Instead it was Feng Fuce who occasionally spoke, to which she would respond with a "hmm".

Zhi’er was looking at the scenery outside the window when suddenly, a slender hand clasped her jaw.

She was forced by Feng Fuce to turn her head and meet his eyes.

"What’s really going on with you?" He leaned in, his light breath on her face, his handsome, cool, and fair face close at hand.

The originally indifferent black eyes were now faintly looking at her with warmth.

Feng Fuce desperately wanted to find an answer in Zhi’er’s expression.

But she suddenly closed her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering.

"I told you, I’m just too tired. Just now, Third Brother and Fourth Brother insisted I play on the swings with them like when we were kids, one on each side, but I’m so grown now, and the Eldest Brother even used the little scorpion from his alchemy to scare Fifth Brother. They were making a racket, and I played with them all day, it felt like looking after a bunch of kids."

Zhi’er said this, then leaned on his shoulder on her own accord.

Seeing she still desired closeness, the worries in Feng Fuce’s heart disappeared.

His thin lips suddenly curled into a light smile, he lowered his head and kissed her black hair: "Next time, I’ll hold them back and not let them bother you. Or, they can queue up to see you one by one."

Zhi’er, in a whirl of emotions, whispered a silent "hmm".

Feng Fuce continued: "Kids are indeed troublesome. If you don’t like them, we won’t have any in the future."

Zhi’er, preoccupied with her own thoughts, hadn’t processed it, so she gave another "hmm".

Suddenly!

She felt Feng Fuce tighten his grip on her hand, and only then did Zhi’er react, her eyes widening as she looked at Feng Fuce.

He, usually so measured and stable, was now smiling with gentle eyes, sparkling like starlight.

Feng Fuce whispered in her ear: "I’ll take that as you agreeing."

Zhi’er’s face turned red: "I didn’t agree!"

"You did agree. It’s fine if we don’t have children, we’ll just accompany each other, and in the Three Realms, there will be no more disturbances. Bai Zhi’er, that’s my current wish." Feng Fuce said with utmost seriousness.

Zhi’er was stunned, her lips opening and closing several times, unsure of how to respond.

Fortunately, at that moment, the carriage stopped.

They had arrived at Fengchao Mansion.