Mr. Su's Love Investigation Report
Chapter 117 Time Slow Down a Little

Chapter 117: Chapter 117 Time Slow Down a Little

"..." Silence.

"What does she look like?" Wow, although she never wanted to admit that her Xiao Xu was equivalent to Mr. Su, it was indeed the truth! Her Xiao Xu had a girlfriend now. She should be happy for him, so why did she feel a bit jealous inside?

He frowned and said one word, "Ugly!"

"..." She suddenly felt a pang of pity for Xiao Xu. Although she felt it was wrong for her, as a girl, to be biased about another girl’s looks, but this was her Xiao Xu! Her Xiao Xu should be with a sweet little beauty! Just like how a mother chooses a daughter-in-law! But why did Xiao Xu always end up with girls who weren’t pretty?

As soon as she thought of this, she quickly spat a few times. What was wrong with her? Was Mr. Su a devil? Had she been brainwashed by him? Automatically categorizing herself as not pretty? She was clearly a pretty and cute little fairy!

He found her reaction quite peculiar and asked curiously, "What kind of reaction is this?"

"Oh, I just felt relieved..." She couldn’t reveal the jealousy in her heart!

"Relieved?" Had her words become deep and profound?

"Well... an ugly girlfriend... that proves it’s not me!" She suppressed her slight jealousy, putting on a face that said, "I’m not ugly; I’m a little fairy."

This answer... really left him speechless, neither going up nor down, and in the end, he laughed.

After laughing, he put down the pen and waved, "You come and write."

"Me?" She pointed at herself, "I can’t write well!"

"If you can’t write well, that’s why you need to practice! Come over here!" He made room for her.

The last time she did calligraphy was in elementary school! Back then, it was like chicken scratch, and now... well, she was a bit interested!

She picked up his pen, turned to a new sheet of paper, and started to copy his writing.

"Hold the pen correctly first! How can you write if you can’t even hold the pen right?" He watched from the side. After she wrote the first character, he closed his eyes, looking as if he couldn’t bear to watch, and offered a four-word critique, "The writing reflects the person."

"..." She put down the pen, protesting righteously, "Mr. Su, you can insult my writing, but you cannot insult my looks!"

He scoffed, "What a character! Hurry up and write!"

He picked up a book and sat down to read.

Time suddenly seemed to slow down.

On the yellow pear wood desk, a sheet of raw rice paper was spread out. The ink was as dark as lacquer, character by character layering. The room still carried the fragrance of burned mugwort, not dissipated, intertwined with the sunlight streaming through the window lattice, creating a complex tapestry of vintage shadows. A row of the same yellow pear wood bookshelves and intricately carved treasure cabinets filled the room. He sat among them, holding a book; she finished a page and looked up, feeling as if time had slipped away.

"Finished writing? Let me see." He came over, took another pen, and carefully looked over her small script but could not find a single word worth praising, "Are you sure... you were copying my writing?" He placed the two sheets side by side for her to compare.

"..." She knew there was quite a difference!

"Write again!" He spread out another sheet of paper.

"Ah?" She checked the time, "No, it’s too late, I have to go to the movies with Yueyue!"

His expression changed immediately, "Didn’t I tell you to come early today?"

"I... did come early!"

"Early? Where did you go?"

"..." Didn’t he know she was chatting with Yueyue?

"You can’t go until you’ve finished two pages!" He placed his writing in front of her.

"..." It puzzled her, why was this necessary! Even her father never forced her to practice writing!

"Mr. Su!" She huffed, "You’re not keeping your word!"

"How so? Once you finish writing, you can leave!"

Finish writing? By the time she finished, it’d be dinner time!