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"By the way, Qingfeng."
"When you grow up, would you like to inherit the Surveillance Bureau?"
As she spoke, Chen Pingping turned around and looked up at Chen Qingfeng with a serious expression.
On the surface, Chen Qingfeng is his adopted son.
As the director of the Overwatch Council, it would be reasonable for Chen Qingfeng to inherit his mantle and take charge of the Overwatch Council in the future.
However, what Chen Pingping didn't know was...
Chen Qingfeng knew everything about his background.
Meeting Chen Pingping's gaze, Chen Qingfeng grinned and said:
"I...I still prefer listening to music in brothels!"
Upon hearing this, Chen Pingping's face immediately turned pale and then purple.
Then, he coughed violently, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood!
He had taken Chen Qingfeng to listen to a piece of music once before, but who would have thought that Chen Qingfeng would still remember it.
"This kid is so young, and all he can think about is listening to music."
"When he grows up, won't he be a heartthrob throughout the capital?"
Chen Pingping felt helpless, but she couldn't bear to criticize Chen Qingfeng.
Just then, a subordinate rushed forward and reported:
"Dean!"
"The young lady from the Fan family has come to see the young master."
Chen Pingping glanced at Chen Qingfeng and asked:
"Is it Ruoruo?"
Chen Qingfeng nodded.
Chen Pingping smiled indulgently and waved his hand, saying:
"Go ahead! But don't lead that young girl astray!"
Chapter Twelve: Fan Ruoruo, the apple of the Fan family's eye! A little fangirl?
Chen Qingfeng was slightly surprised when he heard what Chen Pingping said.
"Father."
"I'm only eight years old! What bad thoughts could I possibly have?"
After saying this, Chen Qingfeng walked out of the Supervisory Council without waiting for Chen Pingping's reply.
Before this, Fan Jian would visit Chen Qingfeng at the Supervisory Council every now and then.
Chen Pingping also told Chen Qingfeng this more than once.
Tell him to treat Fan Jian better in the future.
Although Chen Pingping didn't reveal the reason, Chen Qingfeng knew perfectly well what was going on.
Fan Jian paid a heavy price to save his brother Fan Xian, even giving away his own son.
When he had free time, Chen Pingping would have someone take Chen Qingfeng to the Fan residence.
At the Fan residence, Chen Qingfeng met Fan Jian's daughter, Fan Ruoruo, and the two became acquainted over time.
Chen Qingfeng and this little girl got along very well.
Although he was dealing with this young girl with the mindset of an older man, he also felt sorry for her.
He often takes her out to play and tells her stories.
Sometimes, he would even discuss poetry and songs with Fan Ruoruo.
Over time, Fan Ruoruo became completely infatuated with Chen Qingfeng, idolizing him to an extreme degree!
Before long, Chen Qingfeng arrived outside the Supervisory Council and immediately spotted Fan Ruoruo standing in front of a stone tablet not far away.
The little girl had dark skin and was quite thin, looking rather frail.
His hair was somewhat sparse, but as an official's family, they naturally wouldn't lack food or clothing.
Therefore, it cannot be malnutrition, but rather congenital weakness.
The matriarch of the Fan family felt sorry for her granddaughter and took her to her hometown in Danzhou to recuperate.
Unfortunately, after nearly a year of trying, there was no improvement.
Subsequently, Fan Ruoruo was taken back to Kyoto by Fan Jian.
Upon seeing Fan Ruoruo, Chen Qingfeng went straight up to her.
"Brother Qingfeng!"
When Fan Ruoruo saw Chen Qingfeng approaching, her face lit up with joy. She was about to say something when she suddenly sneezed.
"Ah sneeze!!"
Chen Qingfeng stepped forward, reached out and ruffled the little girl's blond hair, and chuckled:
"Ruoruo."
"You really are a weakling!"
"Your health is so poor."
Fan Ruoruo smiled sweetly, her expression innocent and pure.
"By the way, why did you decide to come see me at this time?"
"They didn't even bring any attendants. Did they sneak out of their homes?"
Chen Qingfeng dialed 893 and measured 64 Fan Ruoruo asked 460.
A six or seven-year-old child isn't afraid of being kidnapped.
Fan Ruoruo smiled slightly and replied:
"It wasn't a sneaky escape."
"I came out of the mansion in a perfectly legitimate manner."
"By the way, Brother Qingfeng, I have a feeling that something is following me. Could it be that I saw a ghost in broad daylight?"
At this point, a look of fear appeared on Fan Ruoruo's face.
In the past, Chen Qingfeng told this little girl quite a few ghost stories.
"Ok?"
Upon hearing what Fan Ruoruo said, Chen Qingfeng glanced around and looked at his surroundings.
Although no abnormalities were detected.
But Chen Qingfeng had already guessed it in his heart.
It must be that Fan Jian secretly sent people to protect Fan Ruoruo.
She is, after all, the eldest daughter of the Fan family, the apple of their eye. How could they let a six or seven-year-old girl be out alone?
After withdrawing his gaze, Chen Qingfeng led Fan Ruoruo into the Surveillance Bureau.
The Inspectorate was the department responsible for overseeing all officials, and it had the power to interrogate officials in all matters, both inside and outside the capital.
The Imperial Guard was under the jurisdiction of the Imperial Censorate.
The government officials were terrified of them.
Royal family members are not allowed to have any involvement in the affairs of the Censorate, let alone enter the facility.
Even the Crown Prince has no right to interfere with the Surveillance Bureau.
At this moment, Chen Qingfeng strolled in with Fan Ruoruo as if they were visiting their own backyard!
People in all departments of the Oversight Council seemed to take this for granted.
"Ruoruo, you still haven't told me what you wanted to see me about?"
As they walked, Chen Qingfeng asked this question.
Upon hearing this, Fan Ruoruo remembered and quickly said:
"Brother Qingfeng, what's the next line of the poem you gave me last time, 'Endless falling leaves rustle down,' how should we continue that?"
Fan Ruoruo looked at Chen Qingfeng with expectant eyes.
The last time they met, Chen Qingfeng left her with a poem, but only the first half.
Fan Ruoruo racked her brains for so many days, but she simply couldn't come up with a suitable and well-structured next line.
"Well... let me think about it!"
Chen Qingfeng pretended to think for a moment, then sat down in a chair next to him.
Seeing Chen Qingfeng sit down, Fan Ruoruo quickly walked behind him.
She was not very tall, and with a slightly awkward expression, she raised her hands and began to massage Chen Qingfeng's shoulders and back.
"Brother Qingfeng, please tell me!"
Chen Qingfeng smiled slightly, and without further suspense, began to recite:
"The wind is fierce, the sky is high, and the monkeys howl mournfully; the islet is clear, the sand is white, and the birds fly back."
"The boundless forest sheds its leaves with a rustling sound, while the endless Yangtze River rolls on and on."
"I often travel far from home in autumn, feeling melancholy; I am a sick man for a hundred years, and I climb the stage alone."
"Hardship and sorrow have turned my temples gray, and in my decline, I have stopped drinking wine."
Chen Qingfeng recited the complete version of "Climbing High" to Fan Ruoruo.
After hearing this, the little girl jumped up and down, clapping her hands, her eyes revealing undisguised admiration.
"So the next line is... The endless Yangtze River rolls on!"