In the era of fetal wear, she became the first socialite in Hong Kong

Li Quyi sat on the sofa with a newspaper in his hand. When she entered, he merely raised his eyelashes slightly, shifted his gaze from the newspaper, and indifferently fell on Fu Ziyan.

"coming?"

Fu Ziyan pursed her lips and nodded obediently.

The rustling sound of the newspaper being laid down was particularly clear in the quiet living room.

"Come in," Li Quyi said calmly, his voice low but like the tolling of a bell breaking the silence. He slowly rose, his brows unmoved, exuding an imposing aura without anger. "Miss Fu, are you afraid I'll eat you up?"

Fu Ziyan: ...To be honest, I'm quite scared. The Chengzhen APP said that she is still a baby. Such a cute baby is being devoured by her dignified and fierce uncle!

Perhaps because she had done a lot of mischief growing up, Fu Ziyan, though a little uneasy, still had the energy to think—her uncle could even be sarcastic when he was angry.

Twenty-five-year-old Da Titi is different from eight-year-old Bao Bao Titi. Now, she is very good at managing her expressions. Her sincere expression of knowing her mistakes and reflecting on her actions is etched on her face. Even Li Quyi could not see how active her inner thoughts were.

Zhang Yuan came out of the kitchen carrying a small plate of fruit, gave Li Quyi a reproachful look, and greeted Fu Ziyan with a smile: "Yan Yan, come and have some fruit. I just ordered a bottle of milk this morning, and it's already warmed up for you."

Li Quyi stopped talking and picked up the newspaper again.

Fu Ziyan breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards her aunt with starry eyes.

My savior!

Zhang Yuan smiled gently and asked with concern, "Was Luoyang fun?"

"So much fun!" Fu Ziyan declared in her heart that this was the best aunt in the world, her voice filled with laughter as she replied, "The peonies in Wangcheng Park are beautiful, and the bells of Baima Temple truly deserve to be one of the Eight Scenic Spots of Luoyang..."

Zhang Yuan watched as Fu Ziyan's smile grew brighter and brighter as she fed her, then shook her head with a light laugh and sighed inwardly.

Silly boy.

After finishing her fruit and milk, when Fu Ziyan looked up and met her uncle's unfathomable black eyes, she knew she had breathed a sigh of relief too soon.

The bright smile that had been playing on his lips vanished instantly.

Li Quyi walked up to Fu Ziyan and lowered his eyes.

"Are gliders fun?"

Songsongti didn't dare to sit down. She reflexively stood up obediently and shook her head to explain, "I didn't play with it. I was just helping to research and improve it."

"Is it?"

Fu Ziyan nodded hurriedly, her expression extremely sincere.

She really didn't want to copy legal clauses anymore!

"Come to the study."

Fu Ziyan's hope was instantly dashed, and she followed her uncle with a long face, looking dejected.

The study had no windows. As soon as you entered, the lights suddenly turned on. Under the bright light, the walls were dazzlingly white. In front of you were simple wooden tables and chairs. Li Quyi sat upright, while Fu Ziyan, feeling guilty, did not dare to sit down and stood straight in front of the table.

It feels just like a solitary interrogation room.

Li Quyi showed no intention of letting her sit down, his gaze fixed on her, making her abandon all excuses and wishful thinking. His voice was deep and authoritative: "Never thought about flying a glider?"

"The gliders in Luoyang only have rudimentary outlines, I definitely wouldn't dare to fly one!" Fu Ziyan said confidently, feeling that it was really unfair to pin this accusation on her.

Although she enjoys seeking thrills and is playful, she's not truly reckless; if she does play, it's always on a safe and legitimate glider.

Moreover, the app's "child protection mode" really does notify parents. The safety of the rudimentary glider in Luoyang is far too low. If she had even the thought, her father would have flown over from Hong Kong to take her away before her uncle could call her back. She might have ended up repeating the "beating with a ruler" incident when she was fifteen, thus failing to have a complete childhood and then a complete youth.

After all, there is a fundamental difference between extreme sports with proper safety precautions and thrill-seeking behavior that borders on suicide.

Li Quyi frowned. "So you dare to fly on a safe glider?"

Fu Ziyan was silent.

Oh no, I've been scammed by my uncle again!

"Hmm?" A threatening voice escaped from Li Quyi's nostrils, deep and heavy as a mountain, as if it wanted to crush Fu Ziyan.

Fu Ziyan didn't dare to hide it, nor did she dare to act coquettishly to avoid the topic and punishment as she would with her father. She could only lower her head and confess: "Yes, I was indeed tempted to play."

Li Quyi nodded calmly and threatened the child in a very calm manner: "Then don't let me hear about you playing gliding or skydiving again after today. Your father can't do it, but I can't."

Fu Ziyan's heart skipped a beat; she felt that her uncle really meant what he said.

Seeing the look of fear creeping onto his little niece's face, Li Quyi asked, "Can you guarantee that the glider you suggested and helped build will fly flawlessly and without any problems?"

How is that possible?!

She was just offering suggestions based on her own understanding; she's not a professional glider maker. Even professionals can't guarantee 100% that there won't be problems during research and development. Otherwise, where would the terms "test flight" and "quality inspection" come from?

However, Fu Ziyan was not stupid. She suddenly realized what her uncle meant. She had participated in the production of this glider. If someone were to be injured or killed during a test flight recently, there was no guarantee that some malicious people would deliberately try to drag her into the conversation.

It's a completely illogical attempt to stage an accident, but what can you do when her identity is so special?

"I can't guarantee that this was my fault." While Fu Ziyan didn't seem to think she was entirely wrong about the gliding incident, since it wasn't her first time doing such things, she genuinely admitted her mistake in this instance and quickly offered a solution.

"I'll contact Hong Kong immediately and have someone send over the relevant books. Then I'll contact the Luoyang government and hint that there might be significant safety hazards, hoping they'll pay some attention to the civilian-made glider test flights..."

Li Quyi nodded, thinking to himself that his younger brother had indeed done a good job educating his daughter. Although his little niece was playful and bold, she knew how to be honest, and after admitting her mistakes, she would spontaneously think about how to make amends and resolve the issue.

However, when children make mistakes, they should be punished accordingly.

He understood Titi's excitement in offering suggestions whenever she saw a research group that interested her; after all, she was young, and it's normal for her to be careless when she got carried away. The main reason he scolded her today was to curb her desire to seek thrills by flying on a glider.

"You admit you were wrong?"

Fu Ziyan nodded: "I was wrong."

Although she was only punished by her uncle with copying once, she was very clear about the process of admitting her mistakes. As long as she admitted her mistake, she wouldn't be scolded anymore, and she just had to obediently accept the punishment.

“Then I won’t accuse you unfairly.” Li Quyi said, taking out a brush, ink, and a thick stack of Xuan paper. “You’ve studied ‘Admonitions to My Son,’ haven’t you?”

Before Fu Ziyan could answer yes or no, he directly set the punishment: "Twenty times, any problem?"

Fu Ziyan looked at the calligraphy brush and Xuan paper on the table and really wanted to say that there was something wrong with them.

It was truly a great effort for my uncle to find this set of writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Zhuge Liang's "Letter to His Son" is not long, only 86 characters. If it were written with a fountain pen, it could definitely be finished in two hours, but it is not so easy to write with a brush.

Although her father had guided her in practicing calligraphy since childhood, mastering brush calligraphy is definitely more time-consuming than pen calligraphy; aside from other factors, grinding the ink alone takes much longer. And since her uncle had found a brush, he certainly wouldn't allow her to scribble carelessly...

Based on this calculation, it would take at least three hours, and if it's slower, it would take four hours.

Fu Ziyan inwardly screamed, but on her face she still nodded sincerely in apology: "No problem."

"Since you've just eaten fruit, stand up and write. It'll help with digestion. Come out for lunch after you're done," Li Quyi said as he left the study.

Fu Ziyan: ...She finally understood why her uncle had tacitly allowed her aunt to feed her!