He immediately stood up, jumped onto the large bed next to him, pointed at Jiang Ningxi with a cute but fierce expression, and said...
"You, you woman, how dare you hit me!"
"Grandpa Butler, I want to complain! I want to tell Dad!"
Jiang Ningxi looked at him coldly, "I don't need you to tell me, I'll talk to your father myself later!"
"I'm officially informing you now that I'm your new tutor."
Butler Wang, who was standing nearby, quickly said, "I'm leaving the young master in your care, Teacher Jiang." Then he hurriedly left and closed the door behind him.
After that, the two people in the room, one big and one small, just stared at each other.
After a while, Jiang Ningxi walked over and reached out her hand.
The child was about six or seven years old and not heavy; she could lift him down with one hand.
No matter how much the boy struggled, it was no use.
At this moment, Wang Cheng'an realized that this tutor was different from the previous ones.
He could only stare at Jiang Ningxi with his round eyes wide open.
Jiang Ningxi didn't care and coldly dragged him to sit down at a small round table.
Then, she reached out a hand and casually picked up a pencil from the table.
With a single, gentle twist of a hand.
Then I heard a crack—it broke!
Wang Chengan was instantly stunned.
A round little face was filled with shock.
Jiang Ningxi chuckled. You won't behave unless I give you a shock.
"Come on, tell the teacher what you want to learn to draw?"
Although the child was reluctant, he still answered.
"Draw Dad".
“I mean, what do you want to draw? Your dad isn’t a thing.”
Wang Cheng'an thought about it for a moment and agreed. He nodded his little head and said, "My dad is indeed a scoundrel."
Wang Hanzhi, who was eavesdropping outside the door: ...
What a good son he is!
"Teacher, please teach me that move you just used. I want to learn that." The child suddenly looked up at Jiang Ningxi with great interest and said.
"What I learned before was boring, I'm not learning it anymore!"
Jiang Ningxi found it amusing. "How about this, you learn to draw with me for half an hour, and I'll spend another half hour teaching you this trick."
"Otherwise, forget it. I'll tell your dad right now that I'm not going to be your teacher."
The child immediately became a little anxious upon hearing this.
He quickly sat down.
"Okay, it's a deal. If you dare to lie to me, I'll tell Dad and he'll dock your pay!"
Jiang Ningxi's eyes widened. Goodness, she's quite impressive.
So young and already knows how to threaten people!
Does Boss Wang often deduct wages from his subordinates? Otherwise, where did this kid learn that from?
Soon, she brought over her sketchbook, paper, and pen.
"Besides your father, what else would you like to draw?"
"Draw Mommy!" the child immediately exclaimed again.
Jiang Ningxi: ...This guy's got a problem with the artist!
"Even if I wanted to teach you how to draw people right now, could you?"
"There's a term called 'step by step,' which means to take it slow, understand?"
"Then let's learn to draw pigeons. Mom loves pigeons the most; she says they're very free," the child said, pursing his lips.
A hint of sympathy flashed in Jiang Ningxi's eyes.
Poor child, your mother would rather go to France to see pigeons than stay here to see you and your lame father.
[You can only blame your father for his lame leg; he had no choice but to give up on you and go fishing for other fish in the pond.]
Wang Hanzhi, who overheard these words outside the door, was completely stunned into disbelief.
He gripped the armrests of the wheelchair tightly with both hands, barely managing to suppress his rage and refrain from rushing in to confront them.
Absurd! How could Ru Wan be such a person!
Ruwan was forced away by his family, not abandoned by them!
He'll go abroad to find her once his leg heals!
Just as he was thinking this, he heard the voice coming from inside again.
[Unfortunately, Mr. Wang didn't know this. He was still thinking of going abroad to find someone after his leg healed. Well, tsk tsk...]
Wang Hanzhi: ...Just tell me the result!
But after waiting outside for quite a while, there was still no further sound.
Half an hour passed quickly.
Jiang Ningxi stood up and went to the bathroom. When she came out, she had a wet towel wrapped in plastic film so it wouldn't get wet.
She took the child's hand and tied the wet towel around his little wrist.
Before the child could react, she spoke.
"If you want to be as good as me, you first need to have strong hands."
"From now on, for the next half hour, just draw with your right hand like this. If you keep at it, you'll definitely be able to break a pencil."
Wang Cheng'an looked up at her with a bewildered expression, his eyes clearly saying, "Are you kidding me?"
Jiang Ningxi immediately replied, "I'm not kidding you. That's how I practiced calligraphy when I was a kid, even more exaggerated than this." But back then, she was just practicing calligraphy.
"But if you don't want to, that's fine. I won't force you. Anyway, your dad didn't pay me an extra salary."
As a result, the child quickly withdrew his hand, even though his two little eyebrows were furrowed like two caterpillars.
But he still said with unusual firmness, "No, I will learn!"
Then he lowered his head and continued drawing on the paper with his hand, which was wrapped in a wet towel.
Jiang Ningxi suddenly felt a little curious.
So he sat down next to the child, crossed his arms, and asked, "Why do you insist on learning to break pencils?"
The child remained silent.
Jiang Ningxi frowned and thought for a moment, then quickly came up with a possibility.
"I know, were you bullied at kindergarten?"
As soon as she finished speaking, although the child pursed his lips and didn't say anything, Jiang Ningxi could clearly feel that his emotions had changed.
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