chapter 62
The irritable little lion resurfaced, leaving behind the calm composure he had shown before.
Fu Juncheng curled his lips into a smile. His low, magnetic laugh was arresting, teasing her heartstrings both intentionally and unintentionally.
The closeness made it impossible for Gu Qingning to think clearly. She lowered her eyes and reached out to push him away.
Unexpectedly, the moment her fair hand touched his chest, it was pressed down by a warm, large hand.
Fu Juncheng teased, “Ningning, are you trying to play with fire, hmm?”
With her palm pressed against his firm chest, Gu Qingning felt her fair face flush, as if a fire were burning in her hand.
She lifted her head to meet the man’s teasing gaze, her dark ink-black eyes darkening slightly.
After all, he had made the first move.
A sly gleam passed through her eyes as she curved her lips.
Gu Qingning stepped forward, her tall and slim figure subtly blocking the little one’s view.
She rose onto her tiptoes and leaned close to his ear, her red lips moving slightly. “Wrong.”
The final syllable was barely audible, like an enticing hook.
Fu Juncheng raised an eyebrow and bent his head, the familiar scent filling his nose.
“This is how you play with fire,” the girl’s cold, clear voice echoed again as she curled her fingers along his sexy Adam’s apple.
Her movements were slow and deliberate, full of teasing intent.
Fu Juncheng stiffened. His deep, dark eyes rippled, suddenly becoming intense.
He tightened his grip on her hand. Gu Qingning lifted her head to meet his profound gaze, a mischievous smile curving her lips.
“Understand now, Juncheng-gege?”
A tingling sensation spread through his heart. His Adam’s apple moved as he spoke in a low, husky voice that was still pleasant to hear, “I don’t. Maybe you should show me again.”
“….”
The higher the road, the higher the devil.
This thick-skinned girl was practically bulletproof.
Gu Qingning rolled her eyes at him, freed her hand from his grasp, and said in a playful but fierce tone, “Go away.”
Feeling ignored, the little one peeked out from behind Gu Qingning. “Pretty sister is mine.”
He stretched out his tiny arms and hugged Gu Qingning’s long leg. “Hengheng’s.”
Fu Juncheng squinted, extended his long arm, grabbed the little guy by his collar, and easily pulled him back.
Qi Heng’s chubby little face scrunched up, his short legs kicking in the air. “Pretty sister, save me! Hengheng’s being kidnapped by a human trafficker!”
Fu Juncheng glanced at him and said in a low voice, “Behave, or I’ll throw you back to the capital.”
Qi Heng pouted, reaching out to Gu Qingning, his watery eyes misted over. “Pretty sister, hug me.”
Seeing the little one’s pitiful expression, Gu Qingning softened.
For some reason, she felt an inexplicable closeness to him.
She crouched down, speaking gently, “Come here.”
Qi Heng’s eyes lit up. He instinctively wanted to run to her but then looked at Fu Juncheng as if seeking approval.
Clearly, the little one listened to him well.
Fu Juncheng grinned and said ingratiatingly, “Uncle.”
Gu Qingning shot him a side glance—uncle?
If she remembered correctly, Fu’s family only had him as an heir.
Fu Juncheng looked down at the little one and snorted. “Who just said I was a human trafficker, hmm?”
Qi Heng widened his eyes, feigning innocence. “I don’t know, Hengheng didn’t hear it.”
He turned to Gu Qingning and wiggled his eyebrows, raising his little voice, “Pretty sister, you didn’t hear it either, right?”
Gu Qingning couldn’t help but smile, playing along. “Yeah, didn’t hear it.”
Hearing this, Fu Juncheng turned his gaze to her, flicked her forehead lightly, and said in a low voice, “Don’t spoil him.”
Gu Qingning lifted her head, her refined features curving into a teasing smile. “What, are you jealous because I spoil him?”
In such a short time, the girl’s emotional intelligence seemed to have suddenly skyrocketed, her skill in teasing skyrocketing.
Fu Juncheng’s gaze darkened, his voice lowering. “Spoiling children too much makes them rebellious.”
“Hengheng wouldn’t be rebellious, Hengheng is very good and obedient,” Qi Heng protested in his childish voice.
“Uncle is the rebellious one, doesn’t listen at all! Grandma said uncle is so naughty, she’s almost furious.”
Fu Juncheng: “….”
Gu Qingning laughed softly, glancing at him, and added, “You’re right. Your uncle is the most rebellious and the naughtiest.”
With someone as a backing, Qi Heng happily ran into Gu Qingning’s arms.
His small, chubby hands grabbed hers, lips moving quickly. “Pretty sister, will you marry Hengheng in the future? Hengheng will obey you and be a faithful husband.”
With sweet words coming one after another, paired with his soft, adorable face, Gu Qingning couldn’t help but hug him.
“Who taught you to say that, hmm?”
“No one, Hengheng saw it on TV.” Receiving her hug, Qi Heng smiled with eyes squinted. “Pretty sister hugs Hengheng, that means you like Hengheng. Then it’s decided—pretty sister will marry Hengheng in the future. We pinky-promise!”
He held out his little pinky, full of excitement.
However, Fu Juncheng poured cold water on them. “Go get your book. We’re leaving.”
Hearing this, Qi Heng immediately hugged Gu Qingning’s neck tighter. “No, no! Hengheng wants to stay with pretty sister.”
Fu Juncheng’s gaze flicked over at him. “Qi Heng.”
Being called by name, the little one immediately cowered.
But his unwillingness to part from Gu Qingning overpowered everything—even the pressure from his “uncle.”
The little guy stayed in her arms stubbornly, his clear eyes full of determination. “I want to treat pretty sister to ice cream. A real man keeps his word. Hengheng won’t go back on it.”
Fu Juncheng’s gaze shifted to the girl’s delicate face. “Want ice cream?”
His gentle voice had an obvious double standard.
Gu Qingning paused, noticing the little one’s reddened eyes in her peripheral vision. Her heart softened.
She nodded. Fu Juncheng relaxed. “Let’s go.”
Qi Heng held back tears and gave Fu Juncheng a flattering smile. “Uncle is the best! I knew you loved Hengheng the most.”
Fu Juncheng pinched the plump of his little arm. “When you get back, double your homework.”
Qi Heng’s expression immediately fell. He couldn’t smile anymore and whined in his soft little voice, “Uncle…”
Fu Juncheng remained unmoved. “Double?”
Qi Heng panicked, not daring to bargain anymore. “Fine, just double.”
Then he turned to Gu Qingning, speaking earnestly. “Pretty sister, Hengheng can risk everything for you.”
The little guy’s words sounded like they came straight out of a TV drama, his pretentious maturity oddly amusing.
Gu Qingning couldn’t help laughing, ruffling his hair. “Little clever one.”
She stood up and pulled a thick medical book from the bookshelf.
Fu Juncheng took it from her. “Anything else?”
Gu Qingning shook her head.
