Di Shijing put away his thoughts and said to Aunt Zhang: "Speaking of which, I have never seen Nan Zhiyi's children."
"If I remember correctly... they should be only three or four years old, right? At this age, can they write such good handwriting?"
Aunt Zhang's heart skipped a beat.
She glanced at the calligraphy and painting subconsciously, and remembered that Nan Zhiyi had told her before that she could not reveal the affairs of the two little ones to others at will.
Especially the gentleman in front of me.
At the moment, she was not sure whether Di Shijing was suspicious, so she quickly explained, "The child is over four years old, and it was indeed written by her."
"Miss Nan hired a professional calligraphy teacher, who is said to be a very famous person, so she can practice it so well.
I don't know much about this. I usually take care of my daily life. If Mr. Di has any questions, why don't he ask Miss Nan later? "
"As for my little lady, she has fallen asleep now. If you are interested, you can meet me next time you have a chance."
After hearing these words, Di Shijing began to look at her, as if he wanted to know whether these words were true or false.
The other party's eyes were cold and hard, full of sharpness.
Aunt Zhang was so frightened by the sight that her hair stood on end, for fear of being seen.
Just at this moment, Nan Zhiyi suddenly sat up, attracting their attention.
Her cheeks were still flushed with a hint of drunkenness, and she staggered as soon as she took a step.
Aunt Zhang hurried over and helped the person, "Why are you up?"
Nan Zhiyi shook his head uncomfortably, and then he spoke in a daze, as if talking to himself, "It's hot, I want to take a bath."
While talking, she started to pull off her clothes randomly, as if she hadn't sobered up yet.
Aunt Zhang stopped her movements and agreed repeatedly, "Okay, okay, I'll take you there and take a shower right away."
Then, he hurriedly faced Di Shijing and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Mr. Di, I can't entertain you anymore."
After taking a look at the woman who was still pulling off her clothes, Di Shijing had no choice but to temporarily suppress his suspicion and said calmly, "It's okay, you're busy."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and left.
As soon as the door was closed, Nan Zhiyi, who had been making a fuss, his eyes quickly cleared up and he said with a serious expression: "Just now...you shouldn't have noticed anything, right?"
"Miss Zhiyi?"
Aunt Zhang looked at her in surprise, "Are you awake?"
Nan Zhiyi nodded.
On the way back, she squinted for a while and she felt much better, but her head was still a little dizzy.
In addition, he was being held by Di Shijing at the time, so in order to avoid embarrassment, he kept pretending to be asleep.
Just now, when she suddenly heard Di Shijing's question, she was so frightened that she woke up. Worried that Aunt Zhang would reveal her secret, she decided to get drunk and fool him.
I just don’t know if that man believes it or not…
Nan Zhiyi couldn't help but feel a little annoyed and patted his forehead.
She was really careless. It was her fault that she had nothing to drink, otherwise Di Shijing would not have caught this scene.
The calligraphy written by Wan Wan has its own style.
Now, seeing such a similarity, if Di Shijing was not stupid, he would definitely become suspicious.
Nan Zhiyi was filled with anxiety, worried that the secret would be discovered, and couldn't sleep well all night...
Di Shijing went back here and kept replaying some clues from the past in his mind.
For example, Nan Zhiyi was very nervous every time he came to the door, and it seemed that he was deliberately not allowed to see his children.
But he couldn't figure out Nan Zhiyi's intention of doing this.
Even if she really had a child with someone else, she already knew it, so why would she hide it from others?
The more he thought about it, the tighter Di Shijing’s brows became!
I always feel that I may have overlooked something important.
But I didn’t figure it out for a moment…
When he returned to Emperor Jinglan's Mansion, he did not go back to his room. Instead, he immediately went to the study to find out the calligraphy written by Wanwan recently...
The crooked handwriting before was gone now.
But the font has changed a lot and is completely different from before.
Di Shijing stared at the words in his hand, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper...
That night, he rarely suffered from insomnia and did not sleep well.
Early the next morning, when Di Shijing got up, he was not in a hurry to go out. Instead, he sat on the sofa and read the financial newspaper.
When Xianxian went downstairs, she saw that her father hadn't gone to the company yet, so she asked curiously, "Isn't Daddy going to work today?"
Di Shijing glanced at the little guy and responded, "It's Saturday, so there's no need to rush out."
Xianxian nodded, but didn't ask any more questions, and consciously took her sister to have breakfast.
Later in the evening, Mr. Qin came to the door.
Since the two primary schools only have to go to school, these classes are naturally moved to weekends.
When they were practicing calligraphy, Di Shijing deliberately walked over and took a look, focusing on his daughter's calligraphy.
The two little ones knew that their father was watching them, and they felt a little nervous.
Mommy called this morning and tipped off the news, saying that Daddy might be suspicious and asked them to be careful.
Unexpectedly, it is true.
Mu Mu was nervous when she suddenly heard her father say, "Wanwan, I remember what you said before, it's not like this..."
Di Shijing picked up a piece of calligraphy she had just written and looked at it carefully.
When Mu Mu heard this, her little heart beat very fast.
But the expression on her little face pretended to be calm, and she quickly wrote on the paper: "Because I want to try a different font."
Her words aroused Emperor Shijing's suspicion.
He stared at the little girl closely and asked: "Your font was very good before, why did you change it? Will it still be the same now?"
Xianxian next to her felt worried for her sister when she heard this.
Mu Mu pretended to be calm and nodded.
Di Shijing laid out a new piece of rice paper for her and said, "Write this for Daddy to read."
Mu Mu did not refuse, and immediately picked up the pen and wrote a few original fonts.
She wrote very slowly, but according to Emperor Shijing's request, familiar fonts appeared on the paper soon.
After Di Shijing glanced at it, he fell silent.
It's indeed Wanwan's original font...
It was very similar to what he saw at Nan Zhiyi's house...
Looking at her dad like this, Xianxian pretended not to know anything and asked, "Daddy, what's wrong? Is my sister's handwriting bad?"
As he spoke, he specifically looked at the paper his sister was writing on.
Emperor Shijing came back to his senses, put down the words written by his daughter, and responded calmly: "It's nothing, you guys practice hard."
After saying this, he turned around and left the study.
Seeing their daddy leaving, the two little ones looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.
Mumu was even more fortunate.
so far so good!
These days, she has been specially copying sister Wanwan's calligraphy, otherwise the secret will definitely be revealed today.
Xianxian also nodded.
This matter of copying was requested by Mommy, just in case.
Unexpectedly, it actually came in handy!
Mommy is indeed foresight...
"Fortunately Daddy didn't check further."
Xianxian sighed softly.
Because Mu Mu only copied those few words.
If daddy asks Mumu to write something else, he will definitely find out.
