The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress

Chapter 966 - 935: Daddy, Do You Really Love Me?

Beginning of the school term,

Although Curly is just a kindergarten kid, she still has a lot of homework.

Actually, there’s not much homework, but trying to finish two months of homework in three days makes it a lot.

It’s half past ten at night.

Curly is still burning the midnight oil.

"Why is there still so much..." Curly was about to cry, feeling very sleepy and wanting to go to bed, her hands were also very tired.

Curly was struggling to copy words with a pencil. The teacher assigned the homework of copying each new word twenty times, with a total of twenty new words... the copying speed was getting slower and slower. Eventually, she fell asleep at the desk.

In a daze, she saw a big hand in front of her that was holding something and painting the wall.

She remembered...

Back then, her dad gave her a pony, and he had a beautiful house built for the pony, where an uncle was painting the wall with a big brush.

Curly looked at the tool in the uncle’s hand and asked, "Uncle, what kind of brush is this?"

The uncle said, "This isn’t called a brush, it’s called a flat brush. It can improve work efficiency, using a flat brush can finish painting this wall very quickly."

In her dream, Curly watched carefully.

Flat brush? It’s just several brushes lined up together! Only the "ink" they dip in is colorful paint.

Curly suddenly woke up from the dream, no longer tired, she looked at her heaps of homework and suddenly had a brilliant idea.

"If I have a flat brush, I could finish writing quickly. Haha..."

Curly rummaged through boxes, found many pencils, and tried to bind them together with her rubber band, but the pencils always ended up in a bundle, which didn’t work.

"Oh, why is this so troublesome." Curly scratched her head and threw all the pencils on the floor.

"So much homework, boohoo... Curly is so pitiful..."

She looked at her little hands, realizing they couldn’t possibly finish so much work and she needed to make a flat brush, but she didn’t know how to make one...

"Go find Dad!"

Curly sneaked barefoot into her parents’ room, groped her way to her father’s bedside, and since she couldn’t see clearly, she kept bumping into chairs and tables.

Adrian was already awake when the door opened, staring in the dark at the little mischief.

"Dad..." she whispered.

Adrian feared she might wake up with bruises from bumping around, so he got up and walked over to her.

Curly hugged a big leg and giggled, "Dad?"

"Shh, Mom is sleeping." Adrian picked her up and carried her to the hallway, gently closing the door.

Adrian squatted down and asked Curly, "Why aren’t you sleeping, and why are you barefoot?"

"Dad, I’m starting school the day after tomorrow."

"Yes, I know."

"But I can’t finish my homework."

"Then what will you do? You’re not going to ask me to write it for you? Our handwriting is different; the teacher would find out immediately." Adrian’s handwriting was really not presentable.

"Dad, I came up with a great idea, I can finish my homework in no time."

"What idea?"

"Dad, come with me."

Curly grabbed her father’s hand and led him to her room.

Curly’s room still had the light on, with lots of books and notebooks laid out on the adjustable desk.

"Dad, the teacher asked me to write each character twenty times, if we make a flat brush by binding many pencils together, if I write once, wouldn’t it be multiple times?"

"Dad, what do you think of this idea?"

Adrian looked at his daughter’s excited face and poured cold water on it, "All I know is, if your mom finds out, she’ll spank you."

"Dad, we’re best friends, you wouldn’t betray me, right?"

"You keep writing, your mom hates shortcuts, if she finds out, the consequences will be serious."

"Dad, my hand is so tired, I can’t finish writing." Curly coyly said, "Dad, if I don’t finish my homework, the teacher will make me stand as punishment.

Standing as punishment is one thing, but then the teacher would make me write even more...

Dad, I’ll die...

I’ll definitely be dead as a doornail."

"..."

Curly fake cried, "With a brother on the way, you don’t like Curly anymore, if Curly dies, so be it...

I’m just an extra person.

I’m just a pitiful one, unloved by mom, uncared for by dad..."

"You little rascal, aren’t you being treated well by me and your mom?"

"Dad, do you love me truly? If you truly love me, help me make a flat brush so I can finish my homework."

"..."

"Now is your time to prove your love, if you don’t help me make a flat brush, your love isn’t true!"

"..."

"If you let me suffer, we won’t be able to have fun playing together anymore."

Curly seeing tears didn’t work, crossed her arms and pouted, threatening, "Let’s break up! We can’t be best friends anymore!"

"This must stay secret from your mom, got it?" Adrian compromised.

"Dad, you agreed?"

Adrian said solemnly, "Your mom hates shortcuts, so this cannot be known to her, otherwise the consequences for both of us will be dire, you understand?"

"Don’t worry, it’s a secret, I know. Heaven knows, earth knows, you know, I know, mom will never know." Curly whispered.

"Afraid of you."

In the dead of night, Adrian and his daughter gathered tools together to make a flat brush, Adrian skillfully took a ruler, measured the notebook, and said to his daughter,

"The distance between lines on the notebook is eight millimeters, the distance between the pencil tips is also eight millimeters, how about five pencils?"

Curly measured with her hand, five pencils seemed a bit large, but Curly wanted to finish her homework quickly, so she nodded and said, "Can it be six pencils? The more there are, the faster I can write."

"Too many, you won’t be able to hold it or write."

"That’s true."

Curly rested her chin and said, "Let’s just do five pencils."

Adrian lined up five pencils, fastened them with clasps, under the lamp, a big and small head were together, looks like a father teaching his daughter homework, but really, it was dad helping daughter cut corners.

After an hour of effort, the flat brush was done.

Curly tried it, and it worked perfectly, writing once turned into five times, Curly hugged her father and kissed him,

"Dad, you’re amazing, I’m so impressed."

"Use it secretly, don’t let your mom find out." Adrian reminded.

Sienna Johnson is very stringent, doing things by the book, if she knew of the flat brush, Curly might get away with it, but Adrian would definitely have a hard time.