books44 Chapter 17
Chapter 17
Chapter 17: Calligraphy
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“Oh, my baby is here.”
Old Master Jun, who was practicing calligraphy under the sycamore tree in the courtyard, heard the familiar childish voice.
Immediately putting down the calligraphy brush in his hand, he walked towards the door with a smile on his kind face.
Mirroring the elderly man’s expression, Xiao Bao, who was wearing a shirt printed with Pikachu, smiled until his eyes curved into crescents. He threw himself into Old Master Jun’s arms.
“Good morning, Great-grandfather.” Xiao Bao grabbed his Great-grandfather’s beard and grinned.
“Morning, sweetheart. Where’s your dad?”
“Daddy and Mommy are outside.”
Xia Wanyuan? The old master remained calm upon hearing Xiao Bao’s words, but deep down, he was contemplating.
He had already felt sorry towards his grandson by forcing him to marry her back then. Hence, he did not comment on the fact that Jun Shiling had neglected Xia Wanyuan.
In the past two years, Jun Shiling had gradually gained a firm foothold. His divorcing Xia Wanyuan was a foreseeable step. He himself did not like Xia Wanyuan’s behavior either.
However, thinking of his precious great-grandson, he had no choice but to give Xia Wanyuan some degree of status.
Well... The old master sighed deeply. He didn’t want to care about their affairs anymore. As he looked at his cute great-grandson, he only hoped that Ah Ling could settle the problems properly without hurting the child.
The sound of the door being pushed open disrupted his train of thought. The old master widened his eyes and stared at the person walking towards him.
His impression of Xia Wanyuan was still her being that woman who had approached him with an ultrasound scan four years ago. Her makeup was exquisite, and there was an unconcealable ambition and domineering streak within her eyes.
However, the Xia Wanyuan who was currently standing beside Jun Shiling was elegant and generous. Her brows were composed and exuded a sense of calmness.
Standing under the carved door eaves, she looked like a noble lady who had walked out of a painting, exuding an especially classic elegance.
“Mommy!” Upon seeing Jun Shiling and Xia Wanyuan, Xiao Bao let go of his grandfather’s hand and ran to Xia Wanyuan.
When the little dumpling reached her, Xia Wanyuan smiled and stroked Xiao Bao’s head. At the same time, Jun Shiling bowed slightly towards Old Master Jun. “Grandpa.”
“Young Master, do you and Miss Xia need to rest?”
Compared to how he had neglected Xia Wanyuan when she just arrived, Uncle Liu’s attitude towards her had clearly changed.
After all, if she was able to come home with Jun Shiling and was even close to Little Master, he naturally had to reevaluate Xia Wanyuan’s status. Even the old master seemed to have an undetectable approval of her.
“There’s no need, Uncle Liu. You should go and rest.” Upon seeing Xia Wanyuan walking towards the courtyard, Jun Shiling followed suit.
The afternoon sun was not scorching in the spring season. Instead, it emitted a comfortable warmth. In the blue sky, cotton candy-like clouds slowly floated by. The leaves of the sycamore trees rustled in the spring breeze, and the wind blew the ink-stained paper on the table.
The ink slab on the table was as smooth as jade, and the delicate fragrance of the pine-soot ink drifted along with the wind.
Xia Wanyuan took a look and knew that the ink and paper on the table were of the highest quality, which gave her an itch to show off her skills.
“You can use these. Grandpa likes to practice calligraphy and likes appreciating other people’s works too.”
Jun Shiling had unknowingly walked under the sycamore tree. The afternoon sun shone on his face, making him look every part like an aristocratic gentleman.
“Can I?” Xia Wanyuan tilted her head, her eyes filled with obvious anticipation.
“Mm.” Jun Shiling nodded.
Xia Wanyuan took off her windbreaker and placed it aside. Picking up the brush on the table, she dipped it in ink. Then she tilted her head and thought for a while before putting down the brush.
Xia Wanyuan’s hand seemed slender and weak, but unexpectedly, she did not lose her grip on the thick brush.
The brush glided across the parchment and stretched, guided by her strokes that were firm, yet gentle at the same time.
Meanwhile, Jun Shiling stood by the side and looked at Xia Wanyuan’s side profile. In a daze, he seemed to have walked into an ink painting. The person in front of him had a classic elegance that he could not see through.
“Finished!” Xia Wanyuan finally put down her brush. The ink of the best quality truly lived up to its reputation. Although she had not written for a long time, she was able to write very smoothly with the high-quality ink.
The ink painting in front of him suddenly swung open, and the smiling Xia Wanyuan in front of him seemed to have brought him back to reality.
Jun Shiling lowered his head to look at the words written by Xia Wanyuan. His gaze instantly froze, and his almond-shaped eyes flashed with thousands of emotions.
On the paper, there were three characters that were clearly defined and were stretched out like a phoenix circling in the sky.
“Jun”
“Shi”
“Ling”