Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat! Chapter 240: She Can Write His Name Now

"Then why are you still friends with him?"

"He’s like a bad rash that won’t go away, and I can’t help it."

"That’s really annoying, so why are you going to his party?"

"I’ve already promised him."

Since he wants to suffer, tonight I’ll take you there to really give him a hard ti.

"Alright then, I’ll keep my distance from him in the future."

"Good girl." The smile in Jun Moyan’s eyes grew deeper.

"So, is it his birthday today?"

"No, it’s a celebration party."

"Will there be good food?"

"Yes."

"Then I’m going too." Wen Xiao’ai’s eyes lit up at the ntion of food.

"You little foodie." Jun Moyan reached out and pinched her nose gently.

He picked up the cellphone on the table and checked the ti, "Let’s go after we eat dinner in two hours."

"Okay."

Wen Xiao’ai obediently sat in his lap, waiting for him to finish his work.

Jun Moyan held her, refocusing on his work.

Watching Jun Moyan sign docunts swiftly and effortlessly, with beautiful handwriting, Wen Xiao’ai, feeling happy, couldn’t resist the urge to try it herself:

"Jun Moyan, I want to learn to write."

Jun Moyan looked at her, slightly surprised, "Really want to learn?"

"Yeah." Wen Xiao’ai nodded affirmatively.

"Now?"

"Yeah."

As soon as he heard she wanted to learn writing, Jun Moyan pushed his own work aside.

He pulled open a drawer and took out an A4 paper. "Then I’ll start from the basics, and I’ll find a tutor for you in a few days."

"No need, I just want to write your na, not learn anything else."

Jun Moyan was stunned for a mont, "My na?"

Not learning anything else?

"Yeah."

Jun Moyan looked at her for a few seconds, then smiled and nodded, "Okay, then let’s write my na."

Jun Moyan passed the pen to her, showing her how to hold it, then guided her hand to write his na on the paper.

Wen Xiao’ai watched the three characters of his na erge on the paper, feeling a bit excited, "Is this your na? Jun Moyan?"

"Yeah."

Jun Moyan responded and continued to guide her hand to write it again.

"It doesn’t seem that hard."

"Then would you consider..."

Jun Moyan hadn’t finished speaking when Wen Xiao’ai interrupted, "I’m not considering, I just want to learn your na."

Wen Xiao’ai said this, then took the pen herself, and imitated the writing.

However, the result was squiggly and worm-like, with missing strokes, causing Wen Xiao’ai to frown imdiately.

She grabbed Jun Moyan’s hand, placing it on her own that held the pen, asking him to teach her again.

Jun Moyan was very patient, guiding her hand, teaching her to write it over and over again.

He thought she was just whimsically interested and would stop after a few minutes, but Wen Xiao’ai seed determined not to give up until she could do it to her satisfaction.

Soon, one side of the paper was filled with the na "Jun Moyan."

Wen Xiao’ai turned the paper over and continued writing.

Each ti she finished, she asked Jun Moyan if it looked a bit better than last ti.

And each ti she asked, Jun Moyan replied.

After dozens of repeats, Wen Xiao’ai could write on her own. Although it wasn’t attractive, at least she didn’t need Jun Moyan to guide her hand anymore.

Watching her carefully write his na, Jun Moyan felt an indescribable emotion stir within him.

She hadn’t written in all her years, even hated writing, and couldn’t even write her own na, but now, she was willing to write his na.