“……”
Qian Renxue looked at Ning Rongrong, who was only a few years old, with a strange expression.
Was she always so bold when she spoke, even as a child?
Qian Renxue asked strangely:
“Do you really understand what a fiancée and a fiancé are?”
“Why wouldn’t I understand?!”
Ning Rongrong grabbed Qian Renxue's sleeve and tilted her head.
“Daddy said that we will be together for life, love each other, and you are the person who will play with me until I die.”
“Play until you die?”
The corner of Qian Renxue's mouth twitched.
“Are you sure Sect Master Ning really told you that?”
“Yes, that’s what he said.”
Ning Rongrong nodded.
Her delicate face furrowed her brows, looking exquisite, lively, and lovable.
“Daddy said a lifetime is from birth to death.”
“Heh, yes, that’s right.”
Qian Renxue said with a forced smile.
It seemed that Ning Rongrong had embellished the words just now.
“Then why are you ignoring me?”
Ning Rongrong was still thinking about the question mentioned earlier.
Her hands drooped on Qian Renxue's forearm, and she raised her head to stare at him, her face full of doubt, which was very cute.
“……”
Qian Renxue opened his mouth, wanting to say something but stopping.
In the end, he had no choice but to give in. The age difference was too great, so he could only treat her as a child, and said helplessly:
“Then how do you want me to dote on you?”
Ning Rongrong blinked her bright eyes, a pure smile on her face.
She raised her right hand and lightly tapped her cherry lips with her index finger, as if thinking.
“Hmm, let me see～”
Now it was Ning Rongrong's turn to be silent.
From birth until now, she lacked nothing, getting whatever she wanted.
Using bone dragons as umbrellas and playing house with the Seven Kill Sword.
She didn't need anyone to give her anything.
Her bright eyes swept across the delicacies in front of Qian Renxue, and she saw a bright pink color at the corner of the table.
Ning Rongrong pursed her lips and swallowed her saliva, looking a little greedy.
She immediately pointed out with her hand, tugging at Qian Renxue's sleeve, and said娇声: “Holy Son Brother, I want to drink that, please pour me a cup.”
“Hmm?”
Qian Renxue didn't care about the address.
He looked towards the corner of the table, where a transparent glass bottle was standing.
Inside was a bright red liquid.
“Alright.”
Qian Renxue nodded gently.
Although children were a bit troublesome, they were also easy to coax.
Qian Renxue reached out and took the glass bottle.
He filled Ning Rongrong's cup.
“Holy Son Brother, my name is Ning Rongrong.”
Ning Rongrong's eyes narrowed into crescents, and she gave a娇滴滴 self-introduction.
Qian Renxue nodded slightly.
“Hehe!”
Ning Rongrong smiled and lay on the table, facing her glass.
She raised her eyes to look at Qian Renxue's handsome face.
She asked curiously: “Holy Son Brother, is your seventh soul ring really going to be 100,000 years old?”
“Yes, it’s true.”
Qian Renxue responded softly.
Looking at the bubbles coming out of Ning Rongrong's cup, he couldn't help but frown.
“Holy Son Brother is so amazing!”
Ning Rongrong's eyes were full of surprise.
She then excitedly grabbed her glass, her little 香 tongue licked her rosy lips.
At this time, Qian Renxue dipped a bit of the liquid from the mouth of the bottle.
After tasting it for a moment…
A few traces of surprise immediately appeared between his eyebrows.
“This is… wine?”
“Yes! This is strawberry-flavored fruit wine, it’s sour and sweet, and it’s very delicious.”
“Daddy usually doesn’t let Rongrong drink it.”
Ning Rongrong squinted her eyes, holding the glass, and was about to send it to her mouth.
Before it could reach her, it was intercepted by a big hand.
“Ah! That’s Rongrong’s, Holy Son Brother, quickly return it to Rongrong!”
Ning Rongrong raised her hands, opening them.
She wanted to snatch back the glass that was being held up high.
“Little brat, what are you drinking? Be good and just drink some juice.”
Qian Renxue said unhappily.
“Juice is no fun!”
Ning Rongrong pouted her little mouth, frowned, and glared with her eyes.
She stared straight at Qian Renxue.
“……”
The corner of Qian Renxue's mouth twitched slightly.
Juice needs to be fun? No wonder this girl has such a good alcohol tolerance.
“Anyway, you can’t drink alcohol.”
Qian Renxue retracted his hand.
But the glass was still floating in the air.
“Ah!”
Ning Rongrong raised her hands, hugging her head, thinking that the fruit wine was going to be poured on her head.
Under Qian Renxue's telekinetic control.
The glass floated towards the neighboring table.
It finally landed in front of Ling Yuan Douluo.
“Sister Ling Yuan, you can drink it.”
Qian Renxue looked at Ling Yuan, who was secretly laughing, and rolled his eyes.
“Thank you, Your Highness, for the reward.”
Ling Yuan smiled and took the glass in her hand.
“Ah?”
Ning Rongrong watched eagerly as Ling Yuan emptied the glass.
Her little face immediately wrinkled.
She looked back up, her cheeks round and bulging, glaring at Qian Renxue who was standing next to her.
“Holy Son Brother, you don’t dote on me, and you’re bullying me!”
“Don’t talk nonsense, I’m doting on you, that’s why I’m not letting you drink alcohol.”
Qian Renxue put the glass bottle back on the corner of the table.
Just then.
Scattered, steady footsteps came from outside the hall.
Ning Fengzhi was followed by Sword and Bone Douluo, and next to him was a young man of about twenty years old.
His appearance was not very handsome, with a straight nose and a square mouth.
He wore a clean blue cloth robe, which was very refreshing, and his long hair was neatly draped behind his head.
His clothes were very ordinary, but he had a special temperament.
He looked very talkative, chatting and laughing with Ning Fengzhi.
His conversation was calm and generous, yet approachable.
Qian Renxue's eyes were filled with a hint of a smile, he knew that this crown prince was played by Qian Renxue.
In just a few steps…
Xue Qinghe, led by Ning Fengzhi, came to the table.
Qian Renxue stood up.
“Haha… I’ve kept the Holy Son waiting for a long time.”
Ning Fengzhi’s demeanor was still refined and amiable, making people feel comfortable.
“Sect Master Ning is too polite, this little bit of time is not really a long wait.”
While Qian Renxue was speaking…
He exchanged glances with Xue Qinghe, but received no response.
All that Xue Qinghe had in his eyes was confusion.
Qian Renxue was slightly stunned.
Could it be that the person in front of him wasn’t Elder Sister? That shouldn’t be, he wouldn’t be mistaken.
“Let me introduce you.”
Ning Fengzhi glanced at the sulky Ning Rongrong, his face remained unchanged.
He raised his hand to introduce to Qian Renxue:
“Holy Son, this person next to me is the future crown prince of the empire, Xue Qinghe.”
As soon as the words fell.
Ning Fengzhi introduced to Xue Qinghe:
“Qinghe, this is the current Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, His Highness the Holy Son.”
“His Highness the Holy Son, I have long admired your name.”
Xue Qinghe stretched out his hand, revealing an amiable smile to Qian Renxue.
Qian Renxue looked at the silk glove.
His heart settled down.
He reached out his hand, used a little force, secretly kneading it twice, with a smile on his face.
“Hello… Future Crown Prince.”
“Heh.”
Xue Qinghe smiled and retracted his hand.
There was a hint of annoyance in his eyes, glaring at Qian Renxue.
He had squeezed her hand until it hurt.
Qian Renxue turned a blind eye.
Who told Qian Renxue to pretend not to know him just now.
Qian Renxue lowered his eyes, watching Ning Rongrong secretly pouring wine for himself.
He reached out and snatched it again, placing it on the side of the table.
“Ah!”
Ning Rongrong looked at her empty little hand.
Biting her pearly teeth, she raised her beautiful eyes, staring at Qian Renxue who was standing next to her in anger.
Seeing that little action.
Ning Fengzhi suddenly understood and then smiled.
It seemed that he had misunderstood just now, Rongrong and the Holy Son were getting along well.
I wish you all a happy life!
