Transmigrated as a Peasant Baby Who is Pampered by All

Sure enough, we made fish soup in the evening, a big pot of it; not only for the little fox but also for Little Mi, Little Hei, and Little Hei’s children. Each of them got a big bowl, and even had a whole fish each—with the bones carefully removed by Second Aunt.

We walked to the academy in the morning, so naturally, we also walked back in the evening. As soon as the sisters got home, they hurried to change clothes and do laundry. It was only at mealtime that they heard about Little Mi buying a little fox today.

So after dinner, everyone flocked to Little Mi’s room.

The little fox was indeed adorable, but being surrounded by so many people at once clearly frightened it a bit.

Fortunately, everyone was just curious to take a look; upon learning that it was injured, they left first.

Anyway, Little Mi was taking care of it, and they could come to see it after it healed.

Only Wei Ziang didn’t leave in a hurry. Instead, once the others left and the little fox seemed less anxious, he slowly approached it.

”Little Mi, have you given it a name yet?”

The little fox was so tiny that Wei Ziang didn’t dare to be reckless. He just gently stroked the top of its head with one finger.

Its fur was fluffy and especially soft.

Being so young, the little fox made soft, whimpering sounds. It was more like whimpering than calling out.

Little Mi seemed a bit troubled: ”I haven’t thought about naming it yet.”

Watching Wei Ziang stroke the little fox’s fur with his finger, Wei Ziang’s skin was extremely white. It was not an exaggeration to describe it as smooth as jade.

Especially since he changed into a set of gray clothes, which made his skin look even whiter.

Little Mi glanced at the little fox, then at Wei Ziang’s finger, and her gaze moved to his wrist.

In her heart, she was astonished. Wei Ziang’s hands were truly beautiful.

Even though they weren’t fully grown yet, you could already tell they would charm countless admirers in the future.

His fingers were long and defined, with round and pretty nails, and even his wrists were slender like a girl’s.

”Little Mi?”

When Little Mi didn’t respond for a while, Wei Ziang raised his volume and asked again.

Little Mi snapped back to reality: ”Huh? What is it?”

At the same time, she silently criticized herself; how could she have been so mesmerized?

”Have you given the little fox a name?”

In Little Mi’s mind, there was only one word. Looking at the little fox, she blurted out, ”Let’s call it Xiaobai.”

Wei Ziang: ”...”

After a while, he couldn’t help but chuckle: ”You can’t just name things based on their color, you know?”

All the little animals at home seemed unable to escape the naming curse of Little Mi.

Little Mi also felt that just calling it Xiaobai was a bit lowbrow.

But the words were already out, and she couldn’t think of a better name, so she stubbornly insisted, ”It’s perfectly fine, simple, and easy to understand.”

”Alright, let’s call it Xiaobai then.” Wei Ziang accepted rather quickly.

”It’s getting late; get some rest. I’m heading back now.”

However, as he was about to get up, he touched the little fox’s injured spot.

The bandage was already a bit stained with blood, and there were also brown marks, making it seem dirty.

But actually, the rest of the bandage was still white, indicating it had been recently wrapped.

The little fox—no, now it should be called Xiaobai.

Xiaobai suddenly made a louder sound, snapping Wei Ziang back to reality. He quickly removed his hand; it turned out he had accidentally applied too much pressure and hurt Xiaobai’s wound.

Little Mi didn’t notice. Seeing that Xiaobai wasn’t making any more noise, Wei Ziang didn’t mention it further.

”Little Mi, did you bandage Xiaobai’s wound?”

As he was leaving, Wei Ziang couldn’t help but ask.

Little Mi nodded: ”Yeah, I did. What’s up?”

Wei Ziang smiled slightly: ”Nothing, I’m heading back now. You get some sleep.”

And then he finally left.

Little Mi was puzzled. Why was Wei Ziang acting so strange just now? He even repeated the same thing twice.

But since he was gone, Little Mi didn’t think much of it.

She locked the door, pulled Xiaobai’s little nest to the bedside. Autumn had already arrived, and even though it was still hot at noon, mornings and evenings were quite chilly.

She covered it with a light blanket to keep its belly warm and prevent catching a cold.

After finishing all that, she placed her hand on the bamboo basket at the bedside. In the next moment, the bamboo basket entered a magical space, where Ling’er took care of it.

By the next morning, she’d bring the basket and Xiaobai back out, without having to worry about being discovered.

Moreover, this way, Ling’er could change its medication at any time, helping Xiaobai’s injury heal faster.