Mr. Mu Proposed Again Today
Chapter 342 - 340 Gift for Wanwan_1

Chapter 342: Chapter 340 Gift for Wanwan_1

Mu Yingchen’s eyes slowly narrowed as he stared at the characters "Na Wa" in a daze, his profound gaze indecipherable...

"Brother Achen, how is it? Isn’t it pretty?" Na Wa, seeing Mu Yingchen staring at the writing without speaking, couldn’t help but anxiously speak up to remind him.

Mu Yingchen suddenly came back to his senses, held the piece of writing by Su Wanxia up before his eyes, and a flicker of light quietly passed through the depths of his eyes.

The obsidian-like pupils slowly misted over, becoming somewhat ethereal, somewhat hazy.

A breeze blew by, and the piece of paper left his slender fingertips, gently floating down into the azure lake.

"Brother Achen..." Na Wa couldn’t help but call out in a low voice.

Mu Yingchen watched as the white rice paper soaked by the water, his eyes instantly clearing, and within moments, black ripples began to spread around the paper, blending with the azure lake water until it disappeared without a trace.

"What a pity for my calligraphy..." Su Wanxia, who had arrived upon hearing the news, said with regret as she watched the paper sink to the bottom of the lake.

Mu Yingchen looked at the azure lake surface, his lips curling into a slight smile, then turned to Su Wanxia beside him, his words tinged with tenderness: "It’s not a pity..."

Su Wanxia gave him an eye roll and pouted: "How is it not a pity? Such good writing, and you just let it get away."

Mu Yingchen chuckled: "Then I’ll make it up with another one..."

Su Wanxia raised an eyebrow: "Alright then..."

She remembered clearly that this man’s calligraphy was simply stunning; back in school, watching him write was like admiring a painting, the more she looked, the more beautiful it seemed.

Mu Yingchen nodded with a smile in his eyes, then walked over to the stone table, picked up the brush, and without even sitting down, he began to write in an elegant and graceful stance.

In just a moment, the pristine rice paper was adorned with the bold and vigorous characters of six words.

Mu Yingchen.

Su Wanxia.

He straightened up, looked at the characters, nodded his head in satisfaction, and then handed the paper to Su Wanxia, who was standing beside him.

"For you..."

Su Wanxia was exasperated, for him? Could this even count as a gift?

"What’s so good about this..." she muttered softly as she took the paper.

Actually, Su Wanxia had been watching intently while Mu Yingchen was writing, and now, looking at it again, a sense of admiration couldn’t help but spring up in her heart; my, the writing was just too beautiful...

It was not easy to obtain an autograph from CEO Mu, and moreover, it was accompanied by her own name; not bad at all, it could serve as a keepsake.

With that thought, she placed the paper back on the stone table and then said to Mu Yingchen: "Add the date here..."

Mu Yingchen raised an eyebrow, then picked up the brush again and swiftly added the date.

Su Wanxia rested her chin in her hand, then continued: "Add the address, the weather..."

As she spoke, Mu Yingchen briskly added those details.

As Mu Yingchen set down the final stroke, Su Wanxia slowly spoke again: "Mm, and then add three more words—’For Wanwan’..."

At the sound of her voice, the hand holding the brush suddenly paused for a moment, but in the next instant, he elegantly wrote down the three small characters ’For Wanwan’ in the bottom right corner.

The words ’Wanwan,’ he wrote them particularly light, particularly soft, as if infusing all his tender affection and adoration into them, so captivated, so nostalgically reluctant to part...

"That will do..." He set down the brush and stood up, looking satisfied at the masterpiece on the stone table belonging to the two of them.

Su Wanxia craned her neck to take a look, then let out a chuckle.

"Where’s mine..." she said, taking up the brush and added after Mu Yingchen’s name—’To hold your hand,’ and then after her name Su Wanxia—’To grow old with you.’

"OK!" She put down the brush, holding the rice paper with a smiling face.

"What do you think?" she asked Mu Yingchen with a smile.

Mu Yingchen looked tenderly at the calligraphy in front of him, his gaze resting on the eight bold and unrestrained characters.

"Good..."

Upon hearing that single word of praise from Mu Yingchen, Su Wanxia immediately squinted her eyes in pride.

Actually, the ’good’ that Mu Yingchen had uttered was not about the form of the characters, but about their meaning.

To hold your hand, and grow old with you—

"Brother Achen, I want one too. Write one for me as well," Na Wa pleaded enviously when she saw the work of the two.

Su Wanxia chuckled and said to Na Wa, "Let Na Ersi write it for you. I think he’d be most willing to oblige..." she concluded and even turned to Na Ersi, who was sitting by the stone table, "Isn’t that right, Na Ersi?"

Na Ersi shook his head with a helpless smile. He was quite willing, but the young girl still had no clue of his feelings.

"Everything here was written by Brother Achen for you. Why should Na Ersi write mine?" Na Wa objected, defiantly challenging Su Wanxia with her chin held high.

Su Wanxia’s eye twitched at the comment. This little girl!

"Because Brother Achen and I are husband and wife, so this is a gift he has given me. What right do you have to ask him to write for you? It’s most appropriate for Na Ersi to write for you. Go on, be good..." Having said that, Su Wanxia even gestured for Na Wa to walk away.

This made Na Wa so annoyed she could barely stand it. "Brother Achen is my fiancé!"

Su Wanxia spread her hands. "Too bad, he’s already my husband now..."

"He is not..."

"He is..."

"Not!"

"Is!"

"Just not!"

"Just is!"

The voices of the two women were now slowly mixing with a hint of gunpowder, as if they would burst into a fight if they couldn’t come to an understanding.

Both men stepped in at the same time, with Na Ersi pulling Na Wa to his side and Mu Yingchen directly pulling Su Wanxia into his arms.

His actions stunned everyone present.

Su Wanxia looked astonished at Mu Yingchen; this was the first time he had taken the initiative to pull her close since his memory loss.

Both Na Ersi and Na Wa looked at Mu Yingchen in surprise, not understanding why he suddenly became so domineering. Since he had woken up, he had always been indifferent to everyone; even towards Su Wanxia, he had never been like this.

Yet Su Wanxia caught a familiar scent. She looked up, her eyes filled with suspicion as she gazed at the man holding her.

Mu Yingchen gave a slight smile and gently let her go. "I was a bit too hasty just now..."

Having heard his words, Na Ersi and Na Wa finally nodded in realization. Indeed, the two women had looked like they were about to start fighting any moment.

"Is that so?" Su Wanxia looked at him with an inquiring gaze.

"Mhm, what else could it be?" Mu Yingchen replied, his voice gentle.

"Have you remembered anything?" Su Wanxia looked at him with hope.

Mu Yingchen blinked and then shook his head innocently at her.

"No..." his tone was calm.

"Nothing?" Su Wanxia was skeptical.

"Really nothing..." Mu Yingchen looked at her impassively.

"Alright then..." Su Wanxia’s spirits deflated like a balloon. There was a moment, just a moment, when she had thought he had remembered.