Chapter 359: Chapter 359: One Writes a Love Letter?! One Writes a Poem?! Chapter 359: Chapter 359: One Writes a Love Letter?! One Writes a Poem?! Everyone couldn’t help but widen their eyes. When they clearly saw what Li Xingwan had written, they were almost shocked to death—like they were going to cough up blood!
“Handsome with fair skin, Mr. Fu.”
“Cold and abstinent, Mr. Fu.”
“Mature and manly, with broad shoulders and a slim waist, Mr. Fu.”
“Mr. Fu, who I think of as my husband every day, and want to touch his abs…”
“And give him a kiss.”
“Wow, so satisfying!”
Everyone was spraying blood. They asked her to copy calligraphy, and what did she do? She wrote a love letter to Mr. Fu?! An explicit one?! All kinds of praise for Mr. Fu? Showing off?
And then kissing… touching…
The entire live stream audience was coughing in shock. This was… this was really thrilling!
Li Xingwan silently put her hand over it. Her face also reddened. Fortunately, damn it, Mr. Fu hadn’t seen it.
It was only shown to the live stream audience.
Good thing she knew to cover it up! How could she have the guts to write that?!
The usual demeanor of a big boss was turned into a joke by her again. The director’s eyelids were twitching, over and over again.
He seriously suspected that Li Xingwan was up to her nonsense again.
Looking over at Mr. Fu’s side.
“Pfft!” This time, it wasn’t spraying blood, but water.
What had he written?! What had he written with that strong and powerful calligraphy? What had he written with his noble status?!
“In heaven, we’d be two birds flying wing to wing, on earth, two trees with branches intertwined. Throughout an existence wide as the sea, together eternally. Holding your hand, growing old with you.”
“What is love in this world, that makes one vow to live and die together?”
All the people in the live stream: “!!!”
“So?! So what are these two doing?!”
“He’s writing poetry for Li Xingwan?!”
“One writes a love letter?! The other writes poetry?!”
“Heaven above, earth below! Ahhhhh!”
“How could you two do this?!”
“Publicly confessing to your wife?”
Fu Chengzhou looked at the camera for two seconds, then turned his gaze away.
“Cough cough cough…” The director was choked up. It was almost like getting a throat disease.
The shop owner staggered, almost falling backwards, but thankfully he stabilized himself by holding onto something nearby.
Getting old, getting old.
It was the first time he had seen such a thing!
Forcing themselves to look at Wu Zichun’s work…
Well, what she had written was normal content. She was merely copying the text in front of her, imitating each stroke.
But that handwriting…
“Miss Wu, I suspect your fingers have been trained by centipedes.”
The live stream audience laughed out loud.
“You don’t have to describe our pop star like that, do you?”
Upon another glance at her handwriting, all the netizens covered their faces.
“Didn’t see it, didn’t see anything.”
“Let’s save some face for our pop star, Wu Xiaotian.”
“She didn’t write at all.”
“This is just a piece of paper prepared for her by the show ahead of time. It has nothing to do with Xiaotian.”
“So, boss, can we now get the treasures of your store? Or at least take a look at them? Or have they already been taken away?”
Li Xingwan and the others all stood up. Only now did everyone remember the main task.
The shop owner paused for a moment. “You can, but you should be mentally prepared. It’s possible that the item has already been taken away by someone.”
“If we can come in, we obviously saw others go out. But still, we just wanted to come in and experience it, to give it a try.”
“Alright, alright, then please follow me,” the shop owner led them inside. Like the first challenge, it was almost exactly the same. In front of them was a row of calligraphy inkstone trays.
“As for which one is the treasure of our shop, it’s up to your luck whether you can choose the right one.”
“Ah? It’s up to luck again?” Wu Zichun looked towards Xingwan. “Then shall Xingwan go first? After all, we can choose faster with our eyes open.”
The shop owner’s eye twitched. “You can also take this seriously.”
“We don’t understand this stuff.”
“Cough.” The shop owner cleared his throat, giving them a hint. “Our shop has been open since the late Qing Dynasty.”