Xie Cheng was perplexed.
What else would it be?
The little girl standing outside the curtain turned her head. Although she could not see clearly, Xie Cheng could sense the timidity in her eyes.
Xie Cheng did not speak.
He began to doubt himself. Was he quite fierce to Jiang Fu when he returned and frightened her?
He pondered for a few seconds and nodded. He said in a deep voice, "Yes."
The person outside seemed relieved. She turned to his desk, found a brush, carefully dipped it in ink, and came in with it and the contract.
A white hand lifted the curtain, and a faint fragrance filled the air. The smell was fresh and elegant.
Xie Cheng looked up, and his eyes met a fair little face. It was like the spring flowers on a mountain in spring, blooming one after another, bright and elegant.
She held a brush and paper in her fair hand and revealed a bright white part of her sleeve. Her wrist was fair-skinned and alluring.
She seemed to be a little afraid of him and walked forward cautiously. She lowered her eyes and handed him a brush and paper. Her submissive look was indescribably gentle.
When that pair of fair and delicate hands reached over, Xie Cheng's entire body tensed up uncontrollably. He took the brush and paper slowly and composed himself.
He lowered his eyes and wrote a line of small words. They looked like they were floating. It was just a few words, and it was indescribably messy. Anyone could tell that the owner's heart was in a mess.
Xie Cheng did not speak.
He looked at the words on the contract and suddenly didn't want to give it to her.
It was indeed a little ugly.
It was not that he was afraid that she would think that his calligraphy was ugly, but if he showed her such calligraphy, it would damage his reputation as a great general.
Xie Cheng pursed his lips and wanted to crumple up the contract.
Jiang Fu, who stood by the soft couch, watched his actions and frowned slowly. Wasn't he done writing?
Why wasn't he giving it to her?
Jiang Fu's eyes widened when she saw his fingers crumple the corner of the paper. Was he trying to take it back?
"General!" Jiang Fu looked down at him. She lowered her long and thick eyelashes, and her peach cheeks were slightly red. She seemed a little angry. Suddenly, she said, "Are you done writing?"
Xie Cheng paused and looked up at her, feeling a little guilty.
He had never felt this way before.
He lowered his eyes, raised his hand, and handed her the crumpled contract.
A light fragrant fingertip came over and took away the contract.
Jiang Fu lowered her eyes and stood in front of him to look at it seriously.
Xie Cheng suddenly remembered that Jiang Fu's family was not doing well financially in the past, and she did not go to school.
He turned his head and looked up.
The little girl was standing beside his bed. She was wearing a light yellow dress with yellow flowers embroidered at the corners that were darker than the dress. They were embellished, making her skin look fair.
She didn't seem like an adult yet. Her face was fair and soft with some baby fat.
Xie Cheng didn't know when he got the idea, but when he looked at that face, he actually wanted to poke it.
It must be very soft.
After Jiang Fu finished reading, she folded the contract with her eyes lowered and put it away. Then, she saw Xie Cheng's strange gaze.
Jiang Fu felt confused.
She paused and maintained her posture as she asked, "General?"
Xie Cheng snapped out of his daze and immediately retracted his gaze. As if he had done something wrong, he touched his nose and said, "You can read?"
It was a question without any malicious intent.
Only then did Jiang Fu realize that this was why he was looking at her so strangely.
She said, "Yes. Since I came to the General's Mansion, Grandma, I mean, Old Madam has engaged a tutor for me."