She is a heartthrob who wants to live a good life

Chapter 385 Kind and Weak Jianghu No. 1 Beauty 17

Shen Zheng was somewhat puzzled: "Sister, I didn't provoke you."

Shen Weicang's anger did not diminish: "You still dare to quibble, you are just deliberately mocking my ugly handwriting."

She crumpled the paper into a ball and hit the boy hard on the forehead.

The edges of the paper ball hit Shen Zheng's fair skin and fell to the ground. Compared to being whipped by her, Shen Weicang's strength was like a tickle to him.

Shen Zheng reached out and took the paper ball in his hand: "Sister's handwriting was taught by big brother himself, how can it be ugly."

He looked at the girl who was glaring at him angrily, and said with frustration: "My elder brother never taught me."

After hearing his words, Shen Weicang's unhappiness dissipated a little.

Yes, Shen Zheng is not his parents’ biological child, so of course his eldest and second brothers are closer to him.

"Humph, how can you compare with me? I am the dearest sister to my eldest brother."

Come to think of it, Shen Zheng’s handwriting is probably not as beautiful as the words on this paper.

Shen Weicang's anger came and went quickly, and soon a look of pride and complacency appeared on his face again.

Seeing Shen Zheng carefully unfolding the paper ball, bending slightly over the table and trying to flatten it again, she only glanced at it casually and added:

"The words on this piece of paper were only written when I was sleepy. If I had written seriously, the words would be much better than this."

Shen Zheng pressed the paper carefully and responded to her seriously: "I know, sister."

He glanced across the tabletop, and said with admiration, "Sister's handwriting when she's sleepy is much better than mine. I can't imagine how much better it would be if Sister wrote seriously."

Shen Weicang was flattered by him, narrowed his eyes and raised his chin: "You have no vision."

"Sister, can you let me see your calligraphy?" Shen Zheng carefully folded the wrinkled paper and quietly put it into his sleeve.

His eyes only showed the brightness of youth when he looked at Shen Weicang.

Shen Weicang put on airs: "My calligraphy is worth a fortune. You want to read it, but can you afford it?"

Shen Zheng was a little embarrassed: "How much silver do you want, sister?"

Shen Weicang had no shortage of money. She crossed one arm across her chest, placed her right arm on her left hand, and thought carefully: "Of course you have to give me the most expensive one. I don't lack anything you have."

Shen Zheng's hand involuntarily touched his chest.

He raised his hand and untied a longevity lock from his collar: "Sister, this is something I have worn since I was a child. Maybe it was left to me by my parents. It is the most precious thing to me."

Shen Weicang laughed at him unceremoniously: "Shen Zheng, how old are you? Why are you still wearing something that only children wear?"

Shen Zheng's jade-like fingers stroked the longevity lock, and said softly, "This is what my parents left me, so of course I have to wear it with me."

Shen Weicang was not interested in his most precious thing. She had seen many longevity locks since she was a child. She had worn those made of gold, silver, and jade, and with various patterns. She had lost interest in these little gadgets since she was seven or eight years old.

But after hearing him say that this longevity lock was left to him by his parents, she still took it and asked, "Besides this longevity lock, what else did your parents leave for you?"

Shen Zheng laughed: "My father brought me to Shenjia Village not long after I was born. I didn't have many things except this longevity lock."

In other words, only this longevity lock can prove his identity?

Shen Weicang's mind became active. He held the longevity lock and looked at it carefully. What kind of identity did Shen Zheng have that made his mother so afraid of him?

This longevity lock appears to be made of silver, strung with a red rope, with colorful beads on both sides of the red rope. The longevity lock is also engraved with the common lotus and goldfish.

Shen Weicang looked at it over and over again, but didn't see anything special.

She casually hung it around her neck and said condescendingly, "Since you are so pitiful, I will accept it with reluctance."

Without the longevity lock, it would not be so easy for Shen Zheng to restore his identity. After all, more than ten years have passed and no one has come to look for him.

Shen Zheng looked at her with sharp eyes as she put her longevity lock on her neck so naturally, and his eyes suddenly turned deep.

"Well, can you write for me, sister?"

His voice was a little deep and hoarse.

Shen Weicang glanced out the window. The window was dim and he couldn't see the scenery outside clearly, but he guessed that the snow was still falling.

"Didn't you ask me to take you out to play? Why are you staying in the room writing again?" She smiled maliciously and said something to hurt his heart.

"It must be because you are so unlucky that God doesn't want you to have your birthday and it snowed."

Shen Zheng lowered his eyes somewhat sadly: "Maybe the snow will stop after a while."

He knew that Cang Cang enjoyed watching him being bullied, and he had become very good at it over the years.

Cang Cang thought she was very vicious to him, but so many years have passed. When she was a child, she would feel sad when she heard these words, but now she doesn't feel anything.

Shen Weicang turned around and walked behind the desk, and said in a disdainful tone: "What are you still standing there for? Why don't you serve me with my writing?"

Shen Zheng hurriedly responded and walked to her side, stretching out his trembling hands to grind the ink.

This was the first time in the past few years that he was so close to Cang Cang and hadn't been beaten by her.

Shen Weicang wrote his name on the paper smoothly, put the pen down, and looked at Shen Zheng triumphantly: "How is it?"

Shen Zheng seemed to move closer to her unintentionally, and the two of them were almost touching each other. He looked at her in amazement: "The pen strokes are sharp, the writing is smooth, and the momentum is natural. Sister is really amazing."

Shen Weicang's handwriting was taught by Shen Qiong himself. It was as sharp as his own, but lacked some of the delicate and dignified grace that is common among girls.

She tilted her head to admire it, with the corner of her mouth raised: "I haven't written for so long, but my skills are still so good."

As she spoke, she pinched her wide sleeves and stretched out her hand to take out her private seal. Just as she was about to put it on the paper, Shen Zheng suddenly said, "Sister, wait a minute!"

"What are you doing?" Shen Weicang looked at him in confusion.

Shen Zheng's face turned red: "Sister, can you write my name again? I can take it back and study more."

Shen Weicang was annoyed: "You are still pushing your nose to the front. With your broken longevity lock, you are taking advantage of me if you can exchange it for three words."

"You still want to learn big brother's calligraphy? You're dreaming! Big brother is my biological brother, not yours. You are not allowed to learn from him!"

Shen Zheng pinched the corner of her sleeve with grievance:

"Sister, please, I beg you. I can't give you anything you like right now. Can you just give me credit for now? I will definitely make it up to you later."

Shen Weicang was about to raise his hand to shake him off, but when he heard his words, he stopped: "You? You eat and use things from Shenjia Manor, when can you make up for it?"

Shen Zheng felt a little embarrassed and bit his lip.

"Okay," the girl continued, "You owe me a promise. No matter what I ask you to do in the future, you must listen to me."

Shen Zheng added cautiously and weakly: "Except for getting me away from my sister."

Shen Weicang raised his hand and hit his hand with such force that she felt her palm go numb.

"How dare you bargain with me!"

He is really asking for too much. She shouldn't be so easy to Shen Zheng!