OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 946: You’re So Annoying! Husband, Stop Teasing Me~
Just as Zhi’er predicted.
As soon as they entered the door, they could see the brightly lit hall.
However, there were no guests, only a few girls continuously playing the piano.
Zhi’er swept her gaze over their faces, slowing her steps slightly to observe.
Until a hand, with distinct knuckles, wrapped around her waist.
"There’s no need to look, that girl isn’t here." Feng Fuce lowered his head, whispering in her ear.
Zhi’er was about to respond.
However, when she glanced up, she saw the housekeeper turning his head to sneak a peek at them.
Zhi’er was taken aback.
The next second, she intentionally leaned into Feng Fuce’s embrace.
With her face flushed, she said, "You’re so annoying! Husband, don’t tease me~"
Feng Fuce was startled.
The housekeeper hurriedly turned his head back, not daring to watch the guests’ private matters.
He had been staring at Zhi’er and Feng Fuce because their demeanor was too striking.
Even though they wore masks on purpose, the girl’s figure was graceful, and the young man’s stature was tall.
The two seemed to have a remarkable background.
That’s why the housekeeper’s curiosity was piqued.
But he knew that staring would cause the guests to be displeased.
It took Feng Fuce a while to see through Zhi’er’s disguise from her frantically blinking eyes.
He pursed his thin lips, his throat moved twice.
Zhi’er noticed the housekeeper wasn’t looking at them anymore.
She asked in a low voice, "How was it, did I disguise well?"
Feng Fuce looked in another direction, replying irrelevantly, "You called it rather smoothly."
Zhi’er was smug, "Hmm, that’s a matter of course."
Following the housekeeper, they walked through several long corridors.
Zhi’er discovered that the manor was truly a hidden sanctuary.
Half above ground, half underground.
The manor was so vast that it even concealed a paddle boat anchored on the surface.
Passing by there, they heard women’s charming laughter from inside.
The housekeeper led them into a two-room small hall.
Zhi’er and the others sat by the table, watching female slaves in the manor dressed in revealing red gauze come over to pour tea.
One of the female slaves even kept flirting with Feng Fuce.
She even squeezed next to him to pour tea.
Feng Fuce’s face was cold, and beneath his mask, his narrow eyes already harbored murderous intent.
However, before he made a move, Zhi’er decisively sat on his lap.
Chu Ping nearly spat out the tea he had just sipped.
The Princess really has guts!
Zhi’er sat on Feng Fuce’s lap, hugging his neck, glaring at that female slave.
"My husband, what are you looking at!"
In the manor, the concept of propriety and shame was nonexistent; as long as the noblemen who came favored them, these women would become one of their concubines.
Because men who could keep mistresses outside typically didn’t mind having one more.
The housekeeper froze.
He rarely saw mistresses or concubines dare to directly take charge of a man.
They usually obeyed orders, only trying to please their husband’s whims, fearing abandonment.
Such bold and vibrant behavior was a first.
Seeing the situation, the housekeeper immediately drove the female slaves away.
"Get out quickly! Unobservant things, dare to displease the nobles."
Chu Ping raised his hand, "Wait!"
The housekeeper chuckled apologetically, "Lord He, do you have any other orders?"
Chu Ping crossed his arms and said, "They offended my friend’s wife; my friend isn’t happy. Didn’t you notice?"
The housekeeper was startled, looking at Feng Fuce’s expression.
It was indeed terrifyingly cold and dark.
He dared not look a second time.
"Then Lord He’s intention is..."
"Lock up that female slave just now. Release her when my anger subsides."
