Your Beloved Sweetheart Is Online

Chapter 469 - 472 Unconscious Trouble at the Door 6_1

"Brother Wuqing is always such a gentleman, but to slander her reputation like this... Shaocheng, please, wake up. If you don’t, I’ll become Daji..."

Bai Wuqing also stepped out from the inner room, dressed in white, maintaining his usual demeanor of aloof tranquility and subtle allure. His expression was calm, a striking contrast to the laughing Nan Baihao.

As expected, it wasn’t long before the group of elders came up with a new matter.

The butler entered the bedroom with several documents, his face filled with worry. "The elders say there are some documents here that were brought over. If the master has the time, he could sign them now so they can be taken away. It would save everyone some time. The elders are at the ancestral hall now and will return in an hour!"

Nan Baihao’s smile abruptly halted. "Second brother, what should we do? If we sign, won’t the farce be exposed immediately?"

Bai Wuqing’s expression also turned grave. Signing a few documents in one hour wasn’t challenging. Even if his brother was gravely ill or busy, he could manage this, especially after it had just been made clear that his brother had enough energy for debauchery. It was illogical for him to not have time to sign a few documents.

Bai Wuqing didn’t say anything for a long time. Nan Baihao, being impatient, couldn’t wait any longer. "Second brother, think of a solution quickly."

"Isn’t that what I’m doing?"

The butler’s eyelids twitched suddenly. "Actually...there is someone who might be able to try."

"Butler, speak up."

"Once, Miss Chen Xing forged a letter of pardon by the master, which was an impeccable counterfeit," the butler said as he approached the bed, asking Chen Xing, "Miss Chen Xing, do you remember who wrote that letter?"

Chen Xing’s head was still buried in Gu Shaocheng’s embrace and she didn’t lift it until she heard the butler speaking. Her cheeks turned crimson as she awkwardly admitted, "...me."

After persistently struggling for twenty days, Chen Xing finally freed her bound hands that were sandwiched between the bodies. She pondered for a bit, then asked perplexedly, "What are you talking about? Signing? Shaocheng’s signature? I can do that."

The last time she forged Gu Shaocheng’s signature, every time he was too lazy to sign off on the documents while working in the study, he would hand them to her, his little assistant. Gu Shaocheng said her handwriting was indistinguishable from his, to the point that even he could not tell which was signed by him and which was signed by her.

Nan Baihao widened his eyes, "Really?"

Chen Xing was confident in her prowess. "If you don’t believe me, I can show you. Give me a blank sheet of paper."

Nan Baihao handed her a pen and paper somewhat skeptically. Chen Xing sighed, "Could you help me and Shaocheng switch positions? I can’t write with my left hand, and my right hand is trapped."

Once they had switched positions, Chen Xing flourished her pen across an A-sized piece of paper, signing Gu Shaocheng’s name with flair. She spoke gleefully as she signed, "When I lived with my aunt, I had no money to spend, so I earned pocket money by doing homework for classmates. To prevent the teachers from detecting it was not their handwriting, I put a lot of effort into imitating others’ handwriting. No teacher could ever tell that the assignments were done by someone else when I handed them in, so I could charge higher than others for my services. Because of that, I became quite skilled in mimicking handwriting."

"Damn, even I can’t tell the difference. Chen Xing, you are...amazing!" Nan Baihao gave her a big thumbs up, then suddenly thought of something. "Don’t tell me you learned your oral skills in the same way? To earn pocket money?"

Chen Xing mumbled, "Of course not!" She would never tell others how she mimicked Gu Shaocheng’s voice – that was her little secret.