Ye Shu's behavior and tone of voice made Xiao Hechuan feel extremely hypocritical. He even felt physically uncomfortable and wanted to vomit.
Hearing her say this, Xiao Hechuan still looked straight ahead, with deep disgust between his brows, but Ye Shu, who had her back turned, did not see it.
She felt that with her delicate appearance and the fact that she had taken the initiative to introduce her family background, no man would easily refuse her, especially a poor scholar like him.
But she was too confident and was still waiting for Xiao Hechuan to turn around and talk to her.
As a result, there was no sound from behind. She turned the wheelchair with difficulty, only to find that the person had already walked far away without saying a word to her or staying for a moment for her.
At this moment, Ye Shu's expression was almost unable to hold back. She clutched the armrest of the wheelchair tightly, her chest heaving, and she looked very angry.
The two maids hiding in the alley not far away saw their mistress like this and didn't know whether they should go out at this moment.
It was not until Ye Shu glanced over that the two maids hurriedly ran over tremblingly. They did not dare to say a word and waited to be ordered.
"Are you guys made of wood? Don't you know to push me back?" Ye Shu was outside, trying her best to suppress her anger and not wanting to lose her composure.
The carriage had just been sent back home, and now she could only be pushed back and endure the stares of passers-by on the road because she was a cripple and would never be able to walk for the rest of her life.
Having been ignored just now, Ye Shu's face was full of clouds all the way, as if she was about to get angry.
As expected, after she returned to the mansion, everyone in the yard, from the nanny to the cleaning maids, suffered from her nameless anger.
She smashed a lot of things and stopped only when she got tired.
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And Xiao Hechuan had been out for a while when he met someone he hated extremely, so naturally he didn't have a good face.
But before stepping into the house, he adjusted his emotions and facial expressions.
Back in the room, Jiang Sui was putting on a new bedspread, which had just been sewn and sent over by his second sister-in-law Zhou. The original bed had to be washed.
She had just put it on when Xiao Hechuan came back and asked if she needed help:
"Do you need my help?"
"No need, I've already done it. What book did you buy?" Jiang Sui smiled back at him, then walked towards him and casually picked up a book he had just put down.
It said "Twenty-Four Histories" and she read it subconsciously. Xiao Hechuan's hand, which was sorting the white linen paper, suddenly stopped, and then looked at her with a little doubt and asked:
"Sui Sui, can you read?"
Jiang Sui's breathing stopped for a moment. She hadn't paid attention just now and subconsciously read the words above. She forgot that she was now an uneducated country girl.
But she reacted quickly and thought of a reason on the spot:
"I have seen this book. Didn't Chen Jinhua's daughter Jiang Qiaoqiao have close contact with a scholar for a while? One day she brought back a book, which was the Twenty-Four Histories. She showed it off to me and told me the name of the book. I have a good memory, so I remember it.
Moreover, although I have never been to school, I have been doing business for a while, so I know the first few words, but I just can’t write them.”
Her words were watertight, but who was Xiao Hechuan? He couldn't tell whether what she said was true or false.
This Twenty-Four Histories was only compiled this year and has only been on the market for a few months. How could she have seen it when she was still in the Jiang family?
So, she was lying!
But Xiao Hechuan was not in a hurry to expose her. Instead, he was very curious about how many secrets his wife had that he didn't know. Don't worry, he will slowly discover them later.
"So that's how it is. Suisui really has a good memory. It would be a shame if he didn't read some books with such a good memory. Do you want to learn to read and write? Your husband will teach you!" Xiao Hechuan's dark side broke out and he started to dig a hole.
Jiang Sui agreed directly and showed that she was very excited and expectant. She thought that people who have never been to school should have an incomparable desire for knowledge, right?
While she was still secretly congratulating herself on her cleverness, she didn't realize that she had already fallen into someone's trap.
"Okay, if you want to learn how to read and write, the first thing you need to learn is to write your own name. Come here and I'll teach you how to write it."
Xiao Hechuan took out a small cube of smoked pine ink that he had bought, poured some clean water into it and began to grind the ink. He then soaked two brushes in the clean water to moisten the brushes. Then he spread the paper flat on the table, found something to hold down the four corners, and placed his old books underneath.
He performed this series of operations slowly and methodically, revealing elegance everywhere. Most importantly, his hands were also fairy-like, with distinct joints, white and slender.
Jiang Sui's hand control ecstasy.
After he finished all this, he waved to Jiang Sui to come over and stand beside him.
He first demonstrated it himself and wrote Jiang Sui's name on a piece of paper. As the saying goes, his handwriting is like a god. His handwriting is beautiful and powerful, with each stroke done in one go. The font is 70% similar to the most difficult to write "Slender Gold" style, and the remaining 30% is his own personal style.
For Jiang Sui, who has specialized in calligraphy, this is already at the master level. He can open classes, and each class is very expensive.
"This is your name, Jiang Sui!" Xiao Hechuan said to her with a smile, holding the brush.
Jiang Sui looked ignorant and sighed from the bottom of his heart:
"My husband's handwriting is so beautiful."
"Come, I'll teach you!" He spread a new piece of paper on the table, pulled Jiang Sui in front of him, and began to teach her step by step.
How to hold the pen, what the posture should be, and where to apply force, every detail is explained clearly.
He didn't get too close to Jiang Sui, there was always a little space between them. He was tall, and it seemed like he was holding the whole Jiang Sui in his arms.
This was the scene that Xiao Lanlan saw when she passed by the door: a talented man and a beautiful woman, living a peaceful life.
She walked over quietly, afraid to disturb them.
Jiang Sui knew all these, but she tried hard to act clumsy and it took her a while to master the correct posture of holding a pen.
Then Xiao Hechuan began to guide her hand and began to write in neat and regular script.
He taught Jiang Sui the order of strokes, and Jiang Sui listened carefully. He said:
"When you first start learning, you don't have to learn my writing style. Just write your characters correctly first. When you become proficient, you can figure out your own writing style. Everyone's handwriting has a different charm. Just write in the way that makes you most comfortable. There is no need to imitate deliberately!"
He taught it step by step several times before letting Jiang Sui write it himself.
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