My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!-Chapter 22 - I Accidentally Kissed You

"Thank you, Li Guang, for taking the trouble to bring me here after work."

Shen Liguang nodded slightly with a modest smile: "You're welcome, Uncle Fu, it's the least I could do."

Fu Mingchuan had just rushed over from a meeting. He had run into a bit of trouble on the road and happened to meet Shen Liguang, so he asked him to bring him over.

Upon entering the birthday party venue with Shen Liguang's support, he saw Fu Ying standing bewildered in the crowd.

There were brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone laid out before her, and everyone was watching as if it was a show.

She knew nothing about calligraphy. Although she was enrolled in a calligraphy class before, she had never attended it.

Shen Liguang looked up and also saw Fu Ying holding a brush in one hand and a small cake in the other.

Fu Mingchuan gave an embarrassed smile toward Shen Liguang: "She doesn't really know any calligraphy; she must be just showing off again."

Just as Fu Mingchuan finished speaking, Fu Ying stuffed the last piece of cake into her mouth.

She adjusted the grip on her brush, rolled up her sleeve with the other hand, dipped it into the ink, and then the brush touched the paper.

The positioning of the palm vertical, the wrist flat, and the grip straight, her technique was standard, and her posture correct.

With the smoothness of flowing clouds and the gracefulness of drifting smoke, soon the characters for "A Thousand Horses Galloping" vividly appeared on the paper.

Though the calligraphy came from the hand of a young girl, it possessed the wild unrestraint of a steed breaking free, soaring; it was like a dragon ascending the sky, twisting and soaring.

The atmosphere was overwhelmingly powerful.

Under the astonished and disbelieving gaze of the crowd, Fu Ying put down the brush with casual grace; in that moment of finishing, it was as if she returned to the Imperial Palace.

She even unconsciously picked up the paper, joyfully intending to show it to the Grand Tutor, but upon looking up, realized this was not the Imperial Palace, that there was no Grand Tutor.

Everyone's expression was one of disbelief, as if they had seen a ghost, unable to believe that this calligraphy was her work.

Fu Ying felt no sense of superiority; knowing calligraphy was nothing extraordinary in her original place.

Fu Ying put down the paper and under the watchful eyes of the crowd, indifferently turned and walked aside, picking up a cup of what she thought was water, and gulped it down.

She had just eaten something spicy with a lingering effect.

Cheng Yiyi looked somewhat pale; she had intended for Fu Ying to embarrass herself, but her plan had backfired.

Next to Fu Ying's brushwork, hers was simply unbearable to look at.

It really was a case of lifting a rock only to drop it on her own foot.

Fu Mingchuan, standing away without knowing what or how well his daughter had written, saw everyone deep in thought and discussing fervently, and walked over curiously.

As someone who occasionally practiced calligraphy in his spare time, Fu Mingchuan was somewhat knowledgeable about it.

Seeing his daughter's brushwork, he was briefly surprised, never expecting that she could write so well, her skill surpassing even his.

The older folks present, those who had some exposure to calligraphy, could tell that Fu Ying's brushwork was more vigorous and forceful, truly at a master level.

While Cheng Yiyi's was merely at a beginner level.

Fu Mingchuan, staring at the impressive work, couldn't help feeling proud yet he humbly said to the crowd: "Excuse my daughter's poor display, truly a poor display."

People came forward one after another, discussing with Fu Mingchuan how such a wild child was raised to be so well-behaved.

...

Fu Ying stared at the glass, frowning slightly as she realized it was not water.

She switched to another glass, intending to test if it was water by bringing it to her lips when a hand blocked the cup's rim.

Fu Ying looked down; her lips touched the back of that person's hand, and she paused, dazed.

Shen Liguang wanted to tell her it was alcohol, perhaps instinctively acting too quickly, he tried to retract his hand, but in the next second, her lips gently touched his hand.

Shen Liguang stiffened slightly, feeling uncomfortable.

She looked up in astonishment, her eyes wide and stunned.

Shen Liguang withdrew his hand, his expression slightly awkward: "This is champagne, it's alcohol."

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"Oh." Fu Ying licked her lips, her face flushed and her eyes flustered, "Sorry, Brother, I accidentally kissed you just now."

"..."

Shen Liguang slightly lowered his eyes.

Somewhat suspecting that the kid said it on purpose.

But looking at her bewildered, scared expression, it didn't seem intentional.

"It's okay." Shen Liguang slightly smiled, the captivating arc of his eyes making one's heart flutter.

Fu Ying involuntarily covered her chest, her voice a bit hoarse, a bit soft: "Brother, don't...".Laugh..."

Fu Ying's words were cut off as Fu Mingchuan walked over.

He was in a good mood, his face cheerful.

Fu Ying used to be mischievous, often making him lose face, but at his age, he was almost out of face to lose.

Tonight, he had finally gained a sigh of relief, truly feeling invigorated.

Actually, there's nothing much for their generation to boast about except comparing which family's child is more outstanding.

"Li Guang, please take Yingying back, she still has class tomorrow."

"Yingying, your big brother has gone to the fire station, let Brother Li Guang take you home, be good and don't trouble your brother."

Fu Ying nodded: "Okay."

...

Fu Ying followed behind Shen Liguang, walking out.

Shen Liguang looked back, glanced at her, and curved his lips.

The kid hung her head slightly, not knowing what she was thinking, her expression a bit blank, silently following behind him like a little tail.

Fu Ying felt troubled, remembering that she didn't have Shen Liguang's contact, thinking about how to ask for it.

She was too embarrassed to ask directly, didn't have the courage, maybe it was related to her personality, she was particularly shy.

But not asking was agonizing, her heart tossing and turning, several times nearly mustering the courage, but eventually chickening out.

Shen Liguang went out the door, turned left, then turned his head back to look at the kid.

The kid, lost in her thoughts, still walked straight forward.

Perhaps, at her age, there were a lot of things on her mind.

Fu Ying was struggling inside, not because she was timid, but because she eventually convinced herself.

He's a friend of her big brother, they would definitely meet regularly in the future, eventually, she would gather the courage, get comfortable, and ask for his contact.

Relieved in her heart, she finally looked up only to find Shen Liguang was not in front of her, she looked around, he was leaning on the car, twirling the keys in his fingers, staring at her with a smile.

"..."

Fu Ying suddenly felt embarrassed.

"Kid, which brother are you so intently thinking about?"

"None." Fu Ying defended a bit bluntly, her ears burning, "I wasn't thinking about any brother."

"Oh..."

Listening to his elongated, rising tone on "Oh," it was obvious he didn't believe her.

Fu Ying knew he was joking, teasing her, but having her thoughts unintentionally exposed, she still felt a bit flustered.

Afraid her thoughts would be discovered, she blurted out what sounded like a true lie, "I was thinking about the reflection I have to write, I haven't written it yet."

"Reflection..." Shen Liguang couldn't help but laugh, "Caused trouble again?"

Fu Ying lowered her head in annoyance, "... it was that time my brother took me fighting, I didn't fight, but the teacher asked me to write a reflection."