She wasn't the only one having trouble sleeping; Qi Shen next door was on the phone with his mother.

Fang Heming asked with concern, "Xiao Shen, have you been having any difficulties with your studies lately? Don't put too much pressure on yourself."

She knew how outstanding her eldest son was.

While other children caused their parents a lot of headaches, Qi Shen was always steady and didn't require any worry.

However, because of the divorce and the loss of her eldest son, she couldn't find any other topics to talk about for a while.

"Mom, I'm fine." Qi Shen's voice was gentle, but his handsome face was cold, and his dark eyes were filled with a faint chill. "I would like to ask you for a favor."

Fang Heming quickly replied, "Tell me, as long as Mom can help, I will definitely help you."

Qi Shen said succinctly, "I would like to ask you to find a classical dance teacher."

When she was young, Fang's mother was involved in musical instruments and dance, so it's better to find her than to find her father.

“No problem.” Fang Heming readily agreed, then tentatively asked, “Xiao Shen, are you looking for a classical dance teacher for your adopted girl?”

She heard from her ex-husband that Qi Shen had brought back a girl with a pitiful background from Qingcheng Village.

"yes."

"Okay, I'll keep an eye out for you." Fang Heming felt guilty and didn't know what else to say to her son, so she agreed and quickly hung up the phone with an excuse.

Qi Shen raised his hand and watched quietly.

With long, slender fingers and distinct knuckles, these are exquisite and beautiful hands, like works of art.

Unfortunately, these hands currently lack sufficient power and authority, and thus cannot ask for help from others.

After a long while, a soft, youthful laugh suddenly broke the silence, sending a chill down one's spine.

Qi Shen's long eyelashes trembled slightly. Everything was only temporary. He would grow to the point where he could easily control everything.

......

The next day, the sky was overcast with dark clouds, a scene resembling an impending storm. After breakfast, Fang Zhi took her English textbook and followed Qi Shen directly to his bedroom.

"Pencil, pe umn...."

I forgot again!

Fang Zhi's face was droopy as she stirred the mixture with her little hands.

It's so hard, these letters are really hard to remember. She memorized the back of the letters but forgot the front.

Hearing the voice reciting vocabulary stop, Qi Shen raised his eyes, his tone calm yet sharp, "Zhizhi, don't be lazy. I'll check how well you've memorized it after lunch."

Fang Zhi's lips twitched down upon hearing this. "Oh," she said, her voice sounding particularly aggrieved. "I understand, brother."

Her brother, who taught her, seemed gentle, but was actually very strict; if she couldn't memorize something, she would be punished by copying it.

And she wasn't upset about her studies.

On the contrary, she was happy to be able to learn; what saddened her was how stupid she was!

Qi Shen chuckled as he watched the girl nearly cry because she couldn't memorize the words.

He walked up to her, his voice slow and pleasant, "There's a pattern to memorizing words. Zhizhi, do you still remember the phonetics your brother taught you?"

Fang Zhi nodded. "I remember."

"Don't just memorize English by rote," Qi Shen said calmly. "Zhizhi, try to recall the pronunciation and phonetics..."

As time passed, they realized that under Qi Shen's guidance, they had finally grasped some of the patterns.

Around noon, Wang Ma prepared lunch and came upstairs to call them to eat, leaving the bedroom door open.

The young man had a handsome and refined face. His simple and refreshing outfit of a white T-shirt and black pants made him look exceptionally elegant.

He stood beside a pretty and quiet girl wearing light-colored overalls and patiently guided her to read and write words.

The whole scene was pleasing to the eye and harmonious, and four words immediately came to Wang Ma's mind: childhood sweethearts.

She then shook her head, secretly laughing at herself for overthinking.

What do two children know? It's just that Young Master Qi treats Zhizhi like his own sister.

Aunt Wang knocked on the door. "Young Master, Miss Zhizhi, it's time to come downstairs for lunch."

The two, focused on their studies, turned around at the same time. Qi Shen said calmly, "I understand."

Fang Zhijian, seeing that her brother wasn't paying attention, quietly pulled out two pieces of white paper and a small piece of pencil and stuffed them into her pocket.

......

Qi Shen glanced at Fang Zhi, who was still lingering at his seat after finishing his meal, and raised an eyebrow, asking, "Aren't you going upstairs?"

"Brother..." Fang Zhi paused, silently encouraging himself, and quickly said, "Wang Ma worked hard yesterday applying the medicine for me. I want to help Wang Ma clear the dishes!"

Upon hearing this, Qi Shen's eyes darkened for a moment, feeling a slight displeasure that she had thought of other people.

He didn't show it, but smiled faintly with a slight curve to his thin lips, saying, "Okay, then I'll go back to my bedroom and wait for you."

The boy's disguise was so good that none of the servants around him, including Wang Ma, sensed anything amiss.

Fang Zhi smiled and said, "Mmm."

Qi Shen's handsome features remained calm and undisturbed.

After turning her back to everyone, a dark, inky undercurrent began to surge in the deepest part of her eyes, not for any other reason than that Fang Zhi's first thought was not for him to apply medicine to her.

Watching the boy's slender and dignified figure disappear around the corner of the corridor, Fang Zhi turned around and said, "Aunt Wang, let me help you."

Before Wang Ma could refuse, she took the bowl and nimbly darted into the kitchen.

After packing up, Fang Zhi stood there and said, "Aunt Wang, I need your help with something."

"Miss Zhizhi, please give your instructions."

She took out paper and pen from her pocket. "Could you teach me how to write my brother's name?"

"I want to write a letter to my brother."

Aunt Wang smiled kindly, "Okay."

After she finished writing, she took the paper and pen and returned to the dining table to copy Wang Ma's writing stroke by stroke onto another piece of paper, and then wrote down a sentence she wanted to say to her brother.

Second-floor bedroom.

Qi Shen stared coldly at the text message on his phone, which contained the address and contact information of the dance teacher his mother had found.

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