Ruan Jiaojiao tried acting coy once again.
Fu Zhinian’s grip tightened on his prayer beads. He watched her for a long, lingering moment—so long that Ruan Jiaojiao began to feel self-conscious and fearful, her resolve wavering.
But she knew that pleading with Second Uncle was her only chance to get his help.
"Second Uncle, I’ll cook for you, clean for you, warm your bed, and even feed Xiao Ao. I’ll do anything. Do you really have the heart to make me leave and go back to that cold, unfeeling house at the Third Branch?"
The depths of Fu Zhinian’s phoenix eyes were unfathomable, revealing no emotion as he stared at her.
Ruan Jiaojiao began to fret inwardly. She had humbled herself and used every trick in her repertoire to charm and please him, so why was Second Uncle completely unresponsive?
She didn't know how much time had passed. Just as she was about to give up and climb down, disappointed and assuming she had no chance, she suddenly felt herself restrained.
She looked down to find Fu Zhinian’s arm locked firmly around her waist, pinning her to his lap; there was no way for her to leave.
Ruan Jiaojiao looked up at him. His eyes remained deep and impenetrable.
"Second Uncle, if you don't want to help me, then forget it. I won't bother you anymore," Ruan Jiaojiao ventured.
Fu Zhinian finally spoke. "Who said I didn't want to help you?"
Hearing this, Ruan Jiaojiao was so excited that she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Really? Second Uncle, are you really willing to help me?…
Chapter 42