OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 773: If You Marry, Marry the One You Love Most

Chu Ping grabbed him, lowered his voice, and said urgently, "Hold on a bit longer, among the entire Xiuluo Guard, you’re the only one who meets my requirements."

Feng Fuce saw Bai Zhi’er laughing continuously, and couldn’t help but purse his thin lips, outlining a faint, fleeting smile.

It was indeed a bit funny.

But Chu Ping had begged him in the Xiuluo Guard for three or four days, sliding down to his knees every time he saw him.

Feng Fuce eventually got annoyed and simply agreed.

After all, being a responsible person seemed to have no downside.

Bai Zhi’er laughed until the end, clapped the table with her small hand, then choked on her own saliva, coughing twice.

Her face turned pink, with tears glistening in her watery eyes, making them shine even brighter.

Feng Fuce poured a cup of tea and brought it over: "Take it easy." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Bai Zhi’er patted her chest with her small hand.

She turned to look at Chu Ping, cleared her throat, and said seriously, "I can’t make the decision on this; you’ll have to listen to Sister Qingmei."

Qingmei immediately said, "I don’t agree! Princess, make him leave!"

"This scoundrel! Last time wasn’t enough, and now he wants to take advantage of me for life!"

Chu Ping’s handsome eyes lit up, "For life? Xiao Mei, that’s exactly what I want, to be with you for life. You really understand me."

Qingmei, unable to bear it any longer, raised her fist and chased after him to punch him.

Chu Ping scurried away, holding his head, still shouting, "Don’t hit my head, watch out for your hand hurting!"

The little palace Servants around chuckled secretly.

Qingmei’s face turned red, "How dare you! The next time I see you, I’ll punch you again!"

Bai Zhi’er watched the commotion, laughing sweetly and heartily.

After a while, Qingmei got tired, and Chu Ping, panting heavily, stopped.

"So, will you agree or not?" Chu Ping asked, out of breath.

Qingmei gritted her teeth, "Don’t even think about it, even if I turn thirty, I won’t agree!"

Chu Ping straightened up and said seriously, "Alright, then let’s make a pact at thirty. I’ll ask you again then!"

Saying this, he turned stylishly, "Marquis, let’s go, Your Highness, I take my leave."

Qingmei was taken aback, glaring at his retreating figure, "Who made a pact with you!"

Guoguo couldn’t wait to dash out, seemingly wanting to wipe off the two blushing patches on her face.

Only Feng Fuce, after standing up, turned to look at Bai Zhi’er, who was still laughing and clutching her little stomach.

"There’s a lantern festival at the market tomorrow night, shall I come and take you to play?"

"Yes, yes!" Bai Zhi’er agreed happily.

Only then did Feng Fuce leave.

After they left, Qingmei put her hands on her hips in anger, "That Chu Ping is too much."

Bai Zhi’er, having laughed enough, calmed down.

She blinked her big, round, watery black eyes, "Sister Qingmei, come sit over here, have some tea and rest, I have some questions for you."

Qingmei sat opposite the little one, gulped down two cups of tea in a row.

It took a while for her to calm her anger.

Bai Zhi’er asked earnestly, "You don’t like Brother Chu Ping?"

"Of course not! Your Highness, I’ve always treated him as a friend. Sometimes, his mouth is a bit much, but he’s a good person," Qingmei muttered.

Bai Zhi’er nodded knowingly, "Hmm, if you don’t like him, then you definitely can’t agree to marry him."

Mom said, girls should either stay single for life, or marry the one they love the most!

Bai Zhi’er tilted her head and asked again, "Then, Sister Qingmei, do you dislike Brother Chu Ping?"

Qingmei opened her mouth to answer, but after thinking for a moment, she silently closed her lips.

She hesitated for a while before saying, "It’s not that I dislike him, it’s just too sudden."