Chapter 10

Fan Xing turned around and saw that the man had appeared behind him at some point, holding the “evidence” of his secret learning. He calmly looked at Fan Xing.

Feeling a bit guilty, Fan Xing lowered his head and apologized softly, “Big brother, I’m sorry.”

“Is an apology enough? Pay the tuition!” the man insisted.

“How do I pay?” Fan Xing looked at him with a puzzled expression, but he soon realized that the man, though wearing a stern expression, had a faint trace of amusement in his eyes.

It finally dawned on him that the man was teasing him again!

This made him slightly annoyed. Did this man really think he was so easily fooled? He played with him like a cat every time!

He bit his lip lightly and, before the man could speak, he took the initiative to grab the man’s arm and shook it gently, smiling sweetly at him. “Big brother, your handwriting is so beautiful. I want to learn it. Can you teach me?”

The man’s deep gaze fixed on Fan Xing’s pure and soft face, and he felt slightly surprised.

This kid was actually flirting with him!

Although Fan Xing’s voice was usually soft and tender when he spoke, making him sound sweet and gentle, this was different. He was genuinely using his charm this time. His voice was particularly sweet and endearing, and his clear eyes were fixed on the man, making it hard to refuse him.

Furthermore, He Qingmo hadn’t forgotten that just a moment ago, this kid was nervously apologizing to him, and now he was actively trying to please him. Clearly, this act of charm was a tactical one!

It seemed that this little guy wasn’t just claiming he was smart; he actually knew how to use it.

“Sure!” The man didn’t hide the amusement in his eyes. He leaned in, their eyes met, and he smiled playfully. “But I can only teach my wife, not my little brother. What should we do?”

Fan Xing’s face blushed, and he instinctively wanted to lower his head and avoid the man’s gaze.

But then he remembered that the man was doing this on purpose, just to see him flustered and embarrassed. He couldn’t let himself lose!

So, despite feeling flustered and embarrassed, he forced himself to maintain eye contact with the man and smiled sweetly, using his soft and gentle voice. “Husband, teach me… um?”

Before he could finish his sentence, the man sat down at the table, pulled Fan Xing onto his lap, and handed him a pen. He held Fan Xing’s hand and began writing out Fan Xing’s name—Fan Xing—on the paper.

Initially, being forced to sit on the man’s lap made Fan Xing feel extremely uncomfortable. Even though he had mentally prepared himself for physical contact, he still wasn’t used to such intimate closeness. So, he remained stiff.

However, as he watched the man write his name with his hand, it felt like his name was being reborn. The strokes became graceful, elegant, and fluid.

He forgot that he was sitting on the man’s lap, almost enveloped in the man’s arms. His clear eyes were fixated on his name, and a genuine sense of joy crept onto his lips.

“It’s so beautiful! My name looks so pretty when you write it. Is it always this nice?” Fan Xing couldn’t help but turn his head to look at the man. “I’ve always thought my name had too many strokes and was difficult to write neatly.”

The position they were in was quite intimate, with their faces close to each other. Fan Xing’s nose almost brushed against the man’s cheek. However, Fan Xing was completely engrossed in his handwriting and didn’t pay much attention to their proximity.

The man’s smile gradually spread as he found it hard to believe that someone could be so happy just because he wrote their name neatly.

This kid was easily satisfied!

Without saying anything, he continued to hold Fan Xing’s hand and wrote his name repeatedly. He didn’t find it boring at all.

“Who chose your name? It sounds lovely!” he asked quietly as he wrote.

Feeling the man’s gaze on him, Fan Xing hesitated for a moment but soon replied softly, “Dad.”

As soon as he mentioned it, Fan Xing quickly regained his composure and smiled sweetly at the man. “Shall we continue writing?”

The man’s eyes flickered slightly, and he released Fan Xing’s hand. He stood up, handed him the pen, and said with a smile, “No more writing. Let’s go. I’ll take you to collect the betrothal gifts.”

Fan Xing looked back at the paper and pen for a moment, then stood up and followed the man out the door.

 

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