Chapter 142: Look At My Daddy’s Good Looks
For the first time sleeping with Father Rong, Little Chubby Cub excitedly pouted her little butt and wriggled from the head of the bed to the foot.
She was too excited and realized Daddy wasn’t coming to sleep, but instead had wet, loose hair and was doing official duties nearby.
He sat upright at his desk, his slender fingers holding a brush pen, writing something.
The excited and restless Little Qilin climbed down from the bed again: “Daddy, Wanwan will dry your hair for you.”
There was a charcoal fire in the room, it was smokeless silver frost charcoal.
Rong Zhi disliked people getting close to him, so he had to wait for his hair to air dry naturally after washing it.
Rong Zhi’s hair was very long, it reached his thighs when spread out.
And it was black and thick.
Qin Wanwan, holding a dry towel, scrambled with her short legs to his back, grabbed the ends of his hair, and started to dry it.
With her height, she could only dry that part of the ends.
Rong Zhi pulled the little one in front of him.
“No need, let it dry by itself.”
“Then when will it be dry?”
Rong Zhi: “Wait slowly.”
He didn’t seem to be in a hurry.
Qin Wanwan then laboriously moved a stool to place next to him, then climbed up.
Her big eyes curiously watched what he was writing.
Then the illiterate Little Qilin discovered she didn’t know many characters.
But even an illiterate person could appreciate.
The characters her Father Rong wrote were super super good-looking!
Rong Zhi gave the impression of cold jade, warm but also cold.
But the characters he wrote carried a sharp and powerful spirit.
Qin Wanwan, this little illiterate, couldn’t understand, she just thought they looked good.
But there were too many characters, and as she looked, she yawned.
“Go to sleep.”
Qin Wanwan’s eyes widened: “No, I’m not sleepy yet, but I don’t know why seeing so many characters makes me feel dizzy.”
“Heh…”
Rong Zhi gave a faint, clear laugh.
Qin Wanwan didn’t understand the meaning of this laugh, but inexplicably felt a sense of defiance.
She felt like Daddy was mocking her.
If Keke were here, he would translate for Qin Wanwan: Pigs cannot eat fine grains.
Rong Zhi’s calligraphy in this world, no matter who obtained it, would be cherished and studied carefully.
Even the Emperor was no exception; every time he read Rong Zhi’s memorials, he couldn’t help but look at them several times, even collecting Rong Zhi’s memorials.
Appreciating Chancellor Rong’s calligraphy could even improve one’s mood!
It was the first time he had heard of someone wanting to sleep after seeing his calligraphy.
The little fatty stopped looking at the characters; she started to find other things to do to distract herself.
So she curiously began to observe Rong Zhi’s desk.
Neatly arranged brush pens, exquisitely carved inkstones, neat and black inksticks…
Then she took an inkstick and helped Rong Zhi grind ink.
Her movements were surprisingly skilled.
Rong Zhi glanced at her.
Qin Wanwan proudly puffed out her chest: “Father Shang said I am the best at grinding ink.”
Rong Zhi’s writing didn’t stop, and upon hearing this, he hummed an “oh”: “What else did you learn.”
Qin Wanwan’s eyes flickered guiltily, and she poked her finger: “Well, I also learned how to make Daddy roll his eyes when I’m studying.”
Rong Zhi’s hand paused, he almost thought he misheard.
Little Qilin huffed: “If I don’t study well, you can’t blame me. You have to blame my brain, it just can’t turn.”
Rong Zhi laughed, not the superficial kind of laugh.
At this moment, his eyes were filled with amusement.
The little fatty was completely stunned.
Her big eyes stared at Daddy so intently that she was lost in thought.
Rong Zhi’s smile, at this moment, was like pear blossoms blooming instantly on a tree.
“What are you looking at.”
Being stared at like that, Rong Zhi lightly tapped the little fatty’s forehead with his finger.
Qin Wanwan came back to her senses and said righteously: “Looking at how good-looking my Daddy is!”
She cupped her face with her little chubby hands, happily saying: “Wanwan will grow up to be even more good-looking than Daddy in the future.”
She even shamelessly praised herself.
Her Daddy was already so good-looking, and her Mother was also a super beautiful Goddess. She, who inherited their bloodline, would naturally be super super good-looking when she grew up!
Rong Zhi looked at the little fatty’s face for a while. Although she was narcissistic, perhaps she wasn’t wrong.
Although this little fatty’s features were still tender, she was the most beautiful child he had ever seen.
By the time Rong Zhi finished writing the documents, his hair was also almost dry.
A certain little fatty was also not asleep yet, currently crawling on the ground, holding his brush pen and scribbling on paper.
On that paper, only a few characters filled the entire space.
She also drew a very abstract and clawing chicken.
“Daddy, look, these are the characters Father Shang taught me to write.”
Shang Wuyang: My reputation is harmed!
Rong Zhi only glanced at it and finally understood why the Eleventh Prince said she wrote sixteen characters.
The strokes of this one character had completely run away from home.
“Then he is quite powerful.”
He took the brush pen and put it away.
“It’s time to sleep.”
Qin Wanwan immediately put down the paper she had filled and eagerly ran to the bed.
“Daddy, come quickly! I’m so small and take up such a tiny bit of space, I’ve saved a super big spot for you.”
Rong Zhi walked over.
The little one was a bit too excited and tossed and turned on the bed for a while before falling asleep.
Finally, a hand with well-defined joints pushed her back into the covers.
Qin Wanwan’s fluffy black hair got messy.
Half of her head peeked out again.
Her skin was fair, her eyes were big and bright, and her eyelashes were long and curly.
She truly looked like a very beautiful figurine.
“Daddy.”
Chancellor Rong pressed her fluffy little head.
“Sleep.”
Qin Wanwan said “oh” and obediently lay flat on the pillow, her small hands resting peacefully on her own little belly as she closed her eyes.
Rong Zhi also closed his eyes, and the room became quiet.
But soon, he sensed the little thing next to him stealthily approaching him.
She thought her movements were small, but in the exceptionally quiet environment, the rustling sounds were heard very clearly.
Finally, Rong Zhi had a soft, sticky, glutinous ball with a woody scent tucked into his arms.
The woody scent was the smell of scented soap.
Qin Wanwan cautiously moved closer to him, then super happily snuggled into Daddy’s arms and finally fell asleep.
In the darkness, Rong Zhi opened his eyes and could vaguely see the little one curled up in his arms.
His finger twitched; in the end, he didn’t push her away.
Rong Zhi thought he wouldn’t be able to sleep, after all, he had slept alone for so long. Suddenly having someone next to him, an extra breath, would always be uncomfortable.
But in fact, with the little ball’s even and soft breathing in his ear, his consciousness quickly fell into a daze.
There were no dreams all night. At five in the morning, a light knock came from outside Rong Zhi’s room.
“Sir, it’s time to get up.”
Rong Zhi opened his eyes. His phoenix-like eyes were only bewildered for a moment before he was completely clear-headed.
He sat up, only to find his clothes and hair were being pressed down.
He paused, then turned his head to look to the side.
The little fatty was still sleeping soundly.
With her eyes closed and her face turned towards him, she looked so well-behaved and soft that his heart melted.
