Chapter 84: Escaping the Test

Song Qingtian was completely worn out—her sprained ankle hurt, so she sprayed some painkillers and quickly fell asleep by her daughter’s side.

Ling Hanyu, on the other hand, spent a short while in the house looking through some of the characters Song Qingtian had written before, but they were nothing like her signature.

When Song Qingtian woke up early, she saw Ling Nuonuo practicing calligraphy beside her, with Ling Hanyu keeping her company.

Seeing her daughter scribbling away in an uneven, crooked manner, Song Qingtian immediately called a halt.

“Nuonuo, who told you to write?”

The fact that Ling Nuonuo had gotten up so early to practice calligraphy completely caught Song Qingtian off guard, and she strongly disapproved.

After all, since her daughter was hers, she had to teach her properly.

She didn’t care what would happen when the girl grew up; for now, she wanted to start from a young age.

Ling Nuonuo thought for a moment and said, “Daddy!”

Song Qingtian turned to Ling Hanyu, knowing that father and daughter were full of energy and might indeed be practicing calligraphy so early in the morning. But her daughter was still too young to start practicing hard-pen calligraphy at such an early age.

Song Qingtian herself had been very good at writing since childhood and was also quite strong in the humanities.

Her handwriting was truly excellent.

Song Qingtian shifted her position and pulled her daughter into her lap.

She patted her daughter’s soft little body and kissed her on the cheek.

Ling Nuonuo lowered her head and played with her fingers, saying, “Mommy kissed me!”

“Nuonuo, you’re still too young—the fingers are too soft, and besides, you’re a girl. You shouldn’t start holding a pen so early, or it might affect how pretty your fingers look later on!”

Ling Nuonuo looked up and said, “Mommy, Daddy says people have to learn and develop abilities so they won’t get taken advantage of!”

“Hmm, Daddy’s right. But at the same time… you need to develop morally, intellectually, physically, aesthetically, and through labor education. And besides, since you’re still little, you should go out more, broaden your horizons, and learn about the ups and downs of human relationships—only then will this one life on earth not be wasted.”

Ling Nuonuo didn’t understand and tilted her little face toward Song Qingtian.

“Nuonuo, let’s play for now. Occasionally we can learn to draw, sing, dance, and practice social skills and etiquette. If you like writing, you can use a soft brush. When you’re five years old, then you can start using a hard pen.”

“Okay, Mommy! I also like making cakes—can I do that too?”

“Of course you can.”

Song Qingtian hugged her daughter and kissed her, then glanced over at Ling Hanyu, who was watching them. She wondered if the man had lost his mind—if they were going to train a successor, there was no need to start so early.

Their daughter belonged to both of them, and she wanted her to grow up happy, rather than just chasing after profit.

“I’ll take charge of Nuonuo’s education myself,” Song Qingtian said.

She knew what she was saying sounded ridiculous, after all, the original female lead’s behavior hardly qualified her to educate a child.

But she really didn’t agree with starting her daughter on formal studies so early.

“Taking care of yourself is far more important than anything else!” Ling Hanyu said coldly, staring at Song Qingtian.

Song Qingtian argued back, “Nuonuo is still so young—her handwriting will end up looking ugly if she starts writing now!”

“Does beauty pay the bills?”

Song Qingtian didn’t want to argue anymore, but she simply wouldn’t agree to her daughter starting to study so early.

Ling Hanyu looked at her as if she were crazy: “Nuonuo’s already in kindergarten—she just hasn’t been going lately. Are you saying she won’t even write at school?”

“If the teacher asks, she can write a little less; there’s no need to practice specifically.”

“Then you write it yourself—there’s still so much homework!”

Ling Hanyu pushed several notebooks toward Song Qingtian, clearly even more displeased.

Song Qingtian looked at the notebooks and saw that they were filled with drawings of bugs.

“I’m not going anymore.”

With a school like this, it makes no difference whether she goes or not. Why should such a young child be made to write?

Song Qingtian casually pushed the notebooks back to Ling Hanyu, stood up, and carefully took her daughter by the hand as they walked away.

Ling Hanyu turned around and watched the bedroom door close behind them.

His real concern wasn’t whether Nuonuo wrote or not—it was Song Qingtian’s handwriting.

He got up and followed them downstairs.

Downstairs, Song Qingtian was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast with her daughter.

Ling Nuonuo was eagerly waiting and kept asking, “Mommy, can you really make wontons?”

“Of course I can! Mommy’s been learning a lot lately. Look, isn’t my handwriting nice? I can even sign my name now!”

Song Qingtian’s voice put Ling Hanyu at ease.

He had only just come downstairs.

Song Qingtian also breathed a sigh of relief—thank goodness her grandmother’s leg hadn’t caused any trouble!

She’d changed so much; even her handwriting had changed. No wonder Ling Hanyu had doubted her. Fortunately, when she came downstairs, he suddenly realized what was going on and understood.

End of Chapter 84: Escaping the Test