Chapter 47 Who exactly are you?

Ye Qingning swallowed nervously: "Hey, my dad went to great lengths to get you to marry me..."

The man's lips curled into a smile, his voice taking on a cold hue: "You mean Ye Huaiyuan lied?"

Looking at the man's cold and deep expression, and thinking of his vengeful and ruthless nature, Ye Qingning suspected that if she nodded, Ye Huaiyuan and the Ye family would soon suffer.

Although they weren't her parents or family, they were still relatives of the original owner.

So Ye Qingning quickly smiled and said modestly, "I only have a basic understanding, I can't be considered an expert, I really don't dare to show off my limited skills in front of you."

Lin Feiyan raised an eyebrow slightly: "Go ahead and write, it's just for fun. I won't blame you for defiling my words."

Seeing the man's leisurely demeanor, Ye Qingning had no choice but to pick up the brush again.

He only wrote the character "bandit" on the entire sheet of paper. Ye Qingning had no idea what he was going to write next, so she looked up at him and asked, "What should you write?"

The man put a piece of melon in his mouth and said casually, "Whatever."

Ye Qingning thought for a moment and began to write: "Do not speak what is not meant to be said, do not utter what is not meant to be said."

Ye Qingning wrote the remaining seven characters with ease, but to prevent Lin Feiyan's handwriting from being too flamboyant, she slightly restrained her brushstrokes and imitated his handwriting a little.

She started learning calligraphy in high school because she had a vague idea that she would act as a leading lady in period dramas in the future.

Being able to write beautiful calligraphy is certainly a plus.

Later, it even became her effective way to relieve anxiety.

With a clean and crisp final word, Ye Qingning raised an eyebrow, picked up the Xuan paper, blew on it, and showed it to Lin Feiyan.

"How was it? I told you I only have a rudimentary understanding... my handwriting really isn't very good."

Lin Feiyan's thoughts were still lingering on her neat and elegant posture just now. When he clearly saw her words, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Do not speak what is not right, do not utter what is not right." The man's gaze darkened slightly: "Why did you write these words?"

Ye Qingning shrugged: "This is the only poem line I can think of that starts with the character '匪' (fěi), and it's quite similar to your name."

Lin Feiyan's gaze shifted to her handwriting, and it was clear that the writer had deliberately concealed her sharpness.

He lightly rubbed his fingers together, then looked up at her: "It's alright, you should go back and rest early."

Ye Qingning, unsuspecting, casually placed the Xuan paper on the table: "Alright, then I'll go upstairs first, Mr. Lin. You should get some rest too."

"Um."

Ye Qingning wanted to hug Xiaobao, but Lin Feiyan stopped her again: "Let it stay here for a while."

"Okay." Ye Qingning added, "Xiaobao, go charge your charger after you finish cleaning, understand?"

"Xiao Bao received it."

Seeing that it had crawled under the sofa and was busy with its own tasks, Ye Qingning finally felt relieved and left.

After Ye Qingning's footsteps faded away, Lin Feiyan's gaze fell on the Xuan paper again, and he raised his hand to stroke the characters "Fei" and "Yan" in her name, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Lin Feiyan tapped his fingertip on the table, raised his eyebrows, and called to Xiao Bao, "Xiao Bao, come here."

"Master is here." Xiao Bao quickly crawled out from under the sofa and darted to Lin Feiyan's side.

Xiao Bao's voice was recorded by Ye Qingning using special words as prompted. Xiao Bao's intelligent system analyzed and processed her voiceprint, so almost every word it uttered was Ye Qingning's original voice.

Lin Feiyan looked at the unusually obedient robot vacuum cleaner at his feet, narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked in a deep voice, "Who exactly are you?"