Stealing the Pen: Kirin's Primordial Lotus

After receiving the letter, Xiaohua went to the study and scribbled a few pages. Suddenly he found that his handwriting was not very good. When Er Yuehong went in, the floor of the study was already covered with a layer of small white balls.

"Xiaohua, what's wrong with you?" Er Yuehong carefully avoided the small paper ball on the ground and walked to Xiaohua.

"Master, Xiaohua's handwriting is not good. I don't want to use such ugly handwriting to write a letter to my father."

When Xiaohua saw his master coming in, he immediately lay down on the desk. He didn't want his master to see his poor handwriting.

"How can Xiaohua's handwriting be ugly? Let the master take a look. If it is really as Xiaohua said, then don't blame the master for giving Xiaohua more training."

Er Yuehong smiled and said, Xiaohua's handwriting was brought up by Hua Yu and Zhang Qiling, so how ugly could it be?

After saying that, Er Yuehong picked up a piece of paper that Xiaohua had thrown away from the ground. Xiaohua wanted to resist, but Er Yuehong flicked her lightly and she froze there, not daring to move.

Xiaohua could only bury her head in her arms and dared not say a word.

Er Yuehong looked at Xiaohua, who didn't dare to look up, with amusement. Unexpectedly, when the ball of waste paper was opened, Er Yuehong's eyes went dark in an instant.

On the waste paper, clumps of black ink were stained on the white paper, which was so dazzling. Moreover, the words were not like those written by the well-behaved Xiaohua in front of him. They looked so fierce and aggressive. Not a single word was neat. They were crooked, uneven, and a little overbearing.

"Xiaohua? Is this your handwriting? Are you sure your handwriting was taught by your little dad and father?"

Er Yuehong wanted to force a smile, but when he saw the piece of paper in his hand, he just couldn't smile.

Seeing her master's expression of wanting to laugh but not quite smile, Xiaohua immediately jumped off the chair and knelt on the ground.

"Master, please don't tell my father. Xiaohua will practice calligraphy obediently from now on."

Er Yuehong was also startled by Xiaohua's series of smooth movements. She no longer worried about the ball of paper and immediately helped Xiaohua up from her kneeling position.

"Okay, Xiaohua, get up!"

"Can the master really punish you?"

"You! Will you dare not study hard in the future?" Er Yuehong picked up Xiaohua, let him sit on his lap, tapped Xiaohua's forehead, and said unhappily.

"Master~"

Xiaohua hooked Er Yuehong's arm and spoke to her in a coquettish voice.

"Okay! I'll write for you this time, but starting today you have to practice calligraphy for an extra half hour every day."

"Listen to Master."

Afterwards, Xiaohua sat on Er Yuehong's lap and expressed her longing for her little dad, and also mentioned her father Zhang Qiling. Er Yuehong held Xiaohua in one hand and wrote a summary of Xiaohua's longing in the other.

After the ink on the paper dried, Xiaohua put it into an envelope and gave it to the messenger.

Xiaohua talked to the messenger for a while, played with him for a while, and then let him go.

After Xiaohua returned to her room and took out the copybook for practice, a servant came to report that someone from the Xie family had come.

"Master Xiaohua, someone from the Xie family said they want to see you again." The servant stood at the door and knocked, then said.

"I know. I'll be right over."

Xiaohua had to put down what she was about to do, opened the door and followed the servant to the hall in front.

When Xiaohua arrived at the hall, he saw two people standing in the hall, one with his hands behind his back and his back to him, and another sitting on a chair, drinking tea.

The person sitting on the chair saw him coming, put down his teacup and waved at him.

"Xiaohua, come here quickly."

Xiaohua did not follow the visitor's invitation and walk over, but sat on the chair opposite him.

"Who are you? How do you know my name? You shouldn't be from the Xie family? I've seen the people around grandpa, and your faces are not there."

After hearing Xiaohua's words, the servants serving in the hall put down their work and stood behind Xiaohua.

The visitor was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter.

Xiaohua looked at the person who suddenly laughed with some confusion.

"Xiaohua, this is your father Xie Lianhuan. I am your father's cousin. My name is Wu Sansheng." The person sitting on the chair first pointed at the person with his back to them, and then pointed at himself.

"You're talking nonsense! He's not my father. My father is Zhang Qiling, and my little daddy is Hua Yu. Where did you come from?"

When Xiaohua heard that she was not Huayu's child, she first yelled at the man in front of her who was talking nonsense.

"Xiaohua, even though you can't accept it, this is the fact. You are indeed not the child of Hua Yu and Zhang Qiling." Wu Sansheng spread his hands helplessly and explained to Xiaohua.

"Who are you? How dare you address my father and little daddy by their first names?"

Although Xiaohua is usually a little bully, he has been with Hua Yu for such a long time and has been taught by Qin Fuguang and Di Xin for a period of time. His sudden outburst of momentum scared Wu Sansheng.

"Xie Yuchen, your last name is Xie, not Hua or Zhang. Doesn't this prove something?" Xie Lianhuan, who had his back to Xiaohua, turned around and looked at Xiaohua, who was sitting there struggling to support herself.

"You bullshit!"

"Aren't you the one who knows best whether I'm talking nonsense or not?"

"What do you want to know? Since Ayu accepted Xiaohua, Xiaohua is Ayu's Mr. Zhang's child. This is a fact that no one can change."

Er Yuehong's sudden appearance broke the tense atmosphere in the hall, and Xiaohua's eyes were red when she saw the familiar person again.

"Master~"

"Okay, Master Xiaohua is here, we are not afraid!"

Er Yuehong hugged Xiaohua who ran over, coaxed her, then handed Xiaohua to Hong Xingjun behind him, asking Hong Xingjun to take Xiaohua out of the hall.

Er Yuehong sat in the seat of honor in the hall, had tea served first, and then looked at Wu Sansheng and Xie Lianhuan who had suddenly visited.

"Are you here just to tell Xiaohua that he is not Ayu's child? Or do you have another trick?"

"I hope you don't hold out too much hope. After all, if you had any bad intentions towards Xiaohua, I'm afraid that Wu Sansheng and Xie Lianhuan would no longer exist in this world the next day."

"After all, people die every day in this world. It makes no difference whether you are here or not."

"I think Xie Laojiu wouldn't mind not having a son like you!"

"Wu Sansheng, although you are from the Wu family and the youngest child, the Wu family doesn't have any foundation after all, right?"

"So please leave the same way you came."

The sound of the teacup in Er Yuehong's hand tapping on the table suddenly woke up Wu Sansheng and Xie Lianhuan, who were covered in cold sweat.

"Second Master, we were rude. Why don't you forgive us? We'll leave first."

The two men then realized that this was neither the Xie family nor the Wu family. They had no capital to show off their power here. Even Xie Lianhuan's father had to be respectful to this second master.

The two said goodbye and left the Hong Mansion.