Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 961: Feng Liyan Is About to Cry from Anger
Upon hearing the praise, Wen Xiao’ai immediately became enthusiastic and got up, ready to show Feng Liyan her better writings from before.
Let him broaden his horizons.
"Slow down, put on your clothes first, don’t catch a cold." Feng Liyan held back Wen Xiao’ai who was about to leave the room, then fetched a thick cotton jacket for her to wear.
As soon as she put on the coat, without even zipping it up properly, Wen Xiao’ai dashed out of the room.
"Hey..." Feng Liyan quickly followed her out of the room.
All the way into the study.
As soon as he reached the study door, he saw Wen Xiao’ai sitting in the office chair, holding a key to open the drawer beside her.
Feng Liyan walked in and surveyed the study.
Despite his dislike for Jun Moyan, he had to admit one thing: Jun Moyan’s abilities were really impressive.
Previously, because he hadn’t seen any family of Jun Moyan here, Feng Liyan casually asked Wen Xiao’ai about it.
And found out that Jun Moyan had severed ties with his family.
So, everything he had now, he had earned through his own efforts and struggles.
Just as Feng Liyan reached the desk, he saw Wen Xiao’ai pull out a thick stack of papers from the drawer.
"Look, these are all my writings." Wen Xiao’ai excitedly showed her work to Feng Liyan.
In the eyes of Feng Liyan and even the entire clan, her learning to write was much more impressive than mastering any difficult spell. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂
Feng Liyan smiled as he took the thick stack of papers.
Although Wen Xiao’ai had learned because of Jun Moyan, something she least wanted to learn, Feng Liyan was still very happy she could write now.
However, as Feng Liyan looked at the papers in his hands one by one with gratified feelings, his expression and gaze gradually changed.
By the later pages, his face clearly showed an unpleasant look.
Feng Liyan quickly flipped through all the papers, feeling somewhat angry by the end.
"Why is it all Jun Moyan?!"
He thought the Little Princess might have written his name too.
What a disappointment.
"Yeah."
Wen Xiao’ai thought: What else did you expect it to be?
"Can’t you write something else?"
"But I only know how to write Jun Moyan."
"..."
Feng Liyan was almost choked by Wen Xiao’ai’s words.
"You, you only learned these three characters?" Feng Liyan signaled with three fingers.
"Yeah." Wen Xiao’ai answered again.
"You learned to write just to write Jun Moyan’s name?" Feng Liyan continued asking, unwilling to give up.
"Yeah."
"..." Feng Liyan felt like crying.
Could it be his Little Princess had been swapped, or did dying twice break her brain?
"Can’t you at least learn to write my name too?" Feng Liyan felt wronged.
He had cared for her all these years but was still less important than Jun Moyan.
"I don’t want to. I’m too lazy to even learn my own name. Besides, if I were to learn, I’d start with my own first."
"...I."
That was really hurtful.
Feng Liyan, seething, threw that pile of papers back onto the desk.
Then grabbed a pen from the desk, found a sheet of paper, and swiftly wrote his own name.
Pushed it in front of Wen Xiao’ai.
"Write this."
Wen Xiao’ai glanced at it: "What’s this?"
"My name."
"No."
"..." Feng Liyan was too angry to speak.
Wen Xiao’ai looked at the furious Feng Liyan, pointed with her pinky at the last two characters of Feng Liyan’s name on the paper and said: "These two characters are too hard to write."
"...You’re heartless, I won’t care for you anymore." Feng Liyan said in exasperation.
