After a Contractual Marriage, Little Taotie Went Viral!-Chapter 116 - 114: One Kid After Another

The two looked at each other in despair on each other’s faces.

"Calligraphy? I can do that." Yang Leqi perked up, shaking her hands and feet and stood up.

"You can?" At this moment, everyone focused on her and said in unison.

Yang Leqi was startled by their looks, and said with some self-doubt, "I think so?"

Wang Sirui immediately enthusiastically supported her by the shoulder, led her to the table, and arranged the brush and paper, saying calmly, "Come, come, give it a shot."

Yang Leqi glanced at him, sighed, "Oh, my legs are a bit sore."

Wang Sirui promptly brought a stool over for her to sit, massaged her legs, and didn’t forget to ask, "Does this pressure feel right?"

"It’s okay, sigh, my shoulders are a bit sore too." Yang Leqi took the opportunity to tap her shoulders.

"I’ll help." Chen Yao quickly offered to massage her shoulders.

Wang Sirui, peeved at Chen Yao’s initiative, said, "Brother Yao, Yang Leqi is my teammate! Even if you massage her, it’s in vain."

"There’s no such thing as your teammate or mine, girls need to be pampered. If Leqi is uncomfortable, I can’t just stand by and watch, am I right, Leqi?" Chen Yao said righteously.

"I think Brother Yao is right." Yang Leqi said, enjoying herself.

Wang Sirui ground his molars and continued massaging the leg silently.

The next moment, Yang Leqi stated, "My arms feel a bit weak. Without strength, I won’t write well."

"Brother Yao and Sirui are busy, let me do it." Qin Hao, standing aside idly, seized the opportunity as soon as Yang Leqi spoke.

Upon hearing this, Wang Sirui’s face turned dark.

And surrounded by three handsome guys massaging her, Yang Leqi blissfully closed her eyes and didn’t forget to express, "So comfortable."

Then, she pushed them away and dashed over with confidence, writing swiftly and smoothly, then handed them the finished work.

Everyone looked at the characters Yang Leqi wrote, typical neat and elegant small script, possessing a natural and ethereal beauty. Even though she claimed it had been ages since she wrote, her solid skills were evident.

While rubbing her wrist, she murmured, "It’s been too long since I wrote, feeling a bit rusty."

Wang Sirui, looking at the beautiful writing on the paper and then at Yang Leqi’s demeanor, was shocked, clearly not expecting her to write so well, which didn’t seem to match her temperament.

As Yang Leqi’s murmuring reached him, he couldn’t help raising his voice, "You call this rusty?"

"Yes, if my grandpa saw this, he would scold me, saying I haven’t improved over the years, even regressed." Yang Leqi sighed helplessly.

Her grandpa was good at everything but a bit nerdy. After retiring, he was rehired as a professor. Her calligraphy skills were honed under his strict guidance since childhood.

She hadn’t practiced for five or six years now, evidently she could tell it wasn’t as good as before.

Wang Sirui’s temple twitched upon hearing, "Are you showing off now? With your writing, no one would object if you claimed it was done by a master."

"You’re wrong; the way outsiders view, insiders look at substance, a big difference. My writing, put before insiders, wouldn’t be worth much." Yang Leqi spread her arms helplessly, knowing her limits.

She lacked the talent. If she had, her grandpa wouldn’t criticize her non-stop.

"Still much better than ours." Chen Yao echoed in admiration.

Wang Sirui immediately handed the paper to the boss, finishing their task, and received an info card.

"Ahem, well, Leqi, could you help us write one too? None of us knows how..." Chen Yao awkwardly scratched his head, composing himself.

"Brother Yao, that’s cheating!! Not appropriate!" Wang Sirui instantly warily eyed Chen Yao, pulled Yang Leqi’s hand, ready to leave.

"Don’t be hasty, let’s discuss it, okay?" Yang Leqi tugged Wang Sirui.

Chen Yao perked up hearing this. As long as there’s room for negotiation, it’s hopeful.

Yang Leqi shifted her gaze, saying with a grin, "Brother Yao, you’ve seen my writing, right? How about this, give us a hundred bucks, and I’ll write for you? Good deal?"

Since the show initially gave each person a hundred bucks, surely there’ll be expenses. They didn’t have a car while Chen Yao’s group did, saving on transport.

They aimed to win by cutting out some transportation costs.

Chen Yao’s group couldn’t write calligraphy, it was a perfect opportunity to make a deal.

"Fifty." Chen Yao thought, then suggested.

"Eighty. I’ll lower a little; you add a little." Yang Leqi schemed.

"Sixty, no more. Any more, and we can’t proceed." Chen Yao gritted.

"Deal."

Yang Leqi requested a fresh sheet from the boss, quickly finished writing, and laughingly held out her hand, "Cash and goods exchanged on the spot."

Wang Sirui watched as, amidst Chen Yao’s reluctant grimace, Yang Leqi pocketed sixty bucks.

"Wang Sirui, let’s go." Yang Leqi, having received the money, moved immediately; seeing Wang Sirui still dazed, she called.

Wang Sirui, stunned, followed, only processing what had just transpired.

Geez, the show could be played like this?

The two caught a cab to the next location.

"Ah, finally a breather." Yang Leqi felt completely drained.

"Yang Leqi, this time I admit defeat! It’s my first time realizing this show could be gamed like this..." Wang Sirui, rarely, wasn’t bickering.

"Tsk, did you think I watched all those variety shows for nothing? Otherwise, why would I join this one, I’ve got experience." Yang Leqi proudly stuck out her chin, her eyes full of triumph.

After all, hearing praise from Wang Sirui wasn’t easy.

"You’re amazing, shall we call you Heroine Yang from now on." Wang Sirui jokingly performed a scholar’s salute.

"...I’m a fairy!! Little fairy!! Heroine sounds wrong, can’t you speak properly!!" Yang Leqi retorted, hitting him.

"Yes, yes, little fairy..."

It was Wang Sirui’s voice pleading.

...

Qin Yun and Pei Yan, faced with no gas in their car, took a cab for fifteen yuan.

The pair arrived at a strangely eerie place. Qin Yun and Pei Yan exchanged anxious glances. Neither had done this before.

But for them, it was no biggie. If anything were to happen, it wouldn’t be them afraid, more likely the things fearing them.

Nothing more than little dolls, commonly known as: fodder.

If it came to solving problems, Pei Yan’s mind was even less of a concern.