Chapter 106

Qi Shaobai didn't know if it was because he saw his dad accidentally showing off in front of his stepmom, or if it was because the atmosphere of the three strolling in the park was too warm and comfortable. But the idea of wanting to show off a bit emerged in Qi Shaobai's mind. One should know that aside from being good at Lego and basketball, he also had a skill.

The cocky boy walked to Sheng Mumu's side with his schoolbag, exaggeratedly pointing to an area up front and said:

"Hey, aren't those people over there writing calligraphy?"

Qi Mo glanced over indifferently. He immediately saw through what Qi Shaobai was thinking.

Before Sheng Mumu could react, she replied:

"Yes, many elders like to use sea sponges as calligraphy brushes to write words on the ground. What, do you want to go over there and learn?"

Qi Shaobai walked towards that direction nonchalantly, casually responding:

"Let me go take a look."

Qi Mo hid his all-seeing eyes, and let them go over.

"Hello grandpa, may I try writing something?" Qi Shaobai's expression was still cocky, but his tone had suddenly become well-behaved and docile.

He said to an elder who was writing.

The old man was surprised and turned his head. He didn't expect such a young boy to take the initiative to try writing calligraphy. This was a rare occurrence.

He smiled and handed the brush over.

"Give it a try."

Before Sheng Mumu could react to what was happening, she had already heard Qi Shaobai's low "hmm".

He took the sea sponge brush, dipped it in the water from a nearby plastic bucket, and started writing stylistically.

She was shocked and lightly nudged the man beside her, asking:

"Little Qi knows how to write calligraphy?"

Qi Mo's mouth curled up slightly, his eyes gentle.

"Mm, when he was little he grew up with grandma. Grandma's calligraphy was very nice, so he picked up a thing or two."

Sheng Mumu slowly nodded.

Oh, just the basics. But the basics were still good. Nowadays most young people type on their phones, those who can write their name beautifully are already very rare.

Especially boys, who are impatient. Many of their writing looks like chicken scratch.

She didn't know why, but she suddenly thought of the little guy who had stuffed a note under her car outside the Qi Corporation building.

He had three words wrong in a single sentence, and his handwriting was atrocious.

Just as she was thinking this, the lanky seventeen year old in front of her was already assuming a pose. Although it was a large brush, his brush holding posture still revealed some practice.

He pursed his lips slightly, pouting a little, looking very focused.

Under his control, the sea sponge brush traced light and dark strokes on the ground.

The brush strokes were strong and varied, flowing smoothly.

He wrote seven large characters on the ground -

Qi Shaobai is invincible.

He put down the brush, cocked his waist and curled his lips looking at his dad and stepmom beside him.

He didn't say anything, just using his expression to say: Praise me quickly.

Sheng Mumu slowly turned her head to meet Qi Mo's gaze, her expression difficult as she spoke:

"Mr Qi, I was wrong about you."

Qi Mo raised his brows, understanding her meaning, "It's fine."

Sheng Mumu: "In terms of cockiness, Qi Shaobai is the dad amongst dads."

Qi Mo's eyes darkened for a moment: "......"

Qi Shaobai: "?????"

Was she praising him?

Not receiving the expected praise, Qi Shaobai was disheartened as he found another dry spot on the ground, and tilted his chin saying:

"Watch me write a 'forever' character. My grandma always said that once you can write a good 'forever' character, you can write good calligraphy. Watch me show off a bit."

Sheng Mumu stared wide-eyed: "Little Qi, where did you learn all these weird idioms?"

Qi Shaobai's unruly eyes blinked, and he honestly replied: "I learned them from you."

Sheng Mumu was rendered speechless for a moment, and slowly said:

"You're very good at learning, don't keep learning in the future."

Qi Shaobai: "Oh." Having said that, he started writing spiritedly.

Sheng Mumu sighed slightly, and heard the faint laughter emanating from the chest of the powerful man beside her.

Low and pleasant sounding.

They watched Qi Shaobai write intently.

A light breeze blew by, the temperature just right.

Sheng Mumu suddenly realized that her bag was somehow in Qi Mo's hands.

The man's long fingers were slightly bent, holding onto the bag's strap casually and lazily. His side profile was handsome and compelling.

Sheng Mumu somehow had the fleeting illusion that the man beside her was her husband, and the boy opposite was her son.

Everything was so natural, so much a part of daily life.

She seemed to have gradually gotten used to the role of Mrs Qi. And was happy to be in it.

Not far away, children were playing tag and laughing loudly in the square.

Further away, a vendor was pushing his cart and hollering to sell chilled mung bean soup.

A few people jogged over under the shade of the trees to buy the chilled soup.

Because they suddenly started running, the little puppy napping under the tree was startled awake. It let out a few vigilant barks, and after seeing nothing amiss, laid back down again.

Even further away, was the music from the square dancing team.

Nearing the end, a classic old song was played.

The melody was soothing, gentle.

"The most romantic thing I can think of,

Is slowly growing old with you,

Collecting all the bits of laughter along the way,

Keeping them to slowly reminisce when we sit in rocking chairs in the future-"

The powerful man with the overwhelming aura beside her noticed her gaze from the corner of his eyes.

He didn't turn his head, still looking ahead, when the corners of his eyes suddenly curved up slightly.

His magnetic, low voice carried by the early autumn night breeze gently floated to her ears.

"Days like this are great, don't you think?"

Sheng Mumu was stunned for a moment.

She subconsciously looked at him.

The man's eyes were as deep as ink, unfathomable.

She couldn't tell if it was just a casual remark, or meant something more.

Sheng Mumu was silent for a few seconds, and felt the air around her become soft.

She curved her eyes slightly, responding:

"Mm, I think so too. Taking a stroll, feeling the breeze. If it was evening, we could even see the sunset and the clouds edged with gold."

The man's eyes shifted slightly, and the softest part of his heart was filled with endless gentleness.

He suddenly turned his head to look at her, gazing into her bright eyes, and slowly said:

"Taking a stroll, feeling the breeze, watching the sunset.

Before meeting you,

these were called walking, wind blowing, and the coming of night."

As his clear, low voice faded away, Sheng Mumu felt her mind buzz.

Oh my god!!!!!

How does this man know how to speak so smoothly?!!

This is too amazing!!!!