Leng Youlan sat at the piano and played Mozart’s “Eine Kleine Nachtmusik”, with clear and elegant melodies flowing softly from her fingertips. The piece danced with carefree emotions, immersing people in a perfect world of love. As the song ended, those lost in the music were reluctant to return to reality.
Their thoughts soared, tracing light dance steps.
“You lost,” Leng Youlan’s cold voice brought people back to their senses. Thunderous applause erupted in the banquet hall.
Shang Guan Mei’er’s face turned pale as she looked at Leng Youlan. She thought Fei Luo was the world’s best piano master, but how could this woman…
“What? Want to go back on your word?” Leng Youlan’s lips curled into a mocking smile. Now she was like a demon eyeing her prey, a fierce glint in her eyes. The moment Shang Guan Mei’er had looked down on her, her fate was sealed.
Lei Tianyi seriously looked over his girl, laughing, “Actually, she’s not wrong.” “You think so too?” Leng Youlan’s lively eyes narrowed into thin slits, looking dangerously at Lei Tianyi.
“Okay! It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have dressed my angel-like girl like an outdated, ugly duckling. And I shouldn’t have provoked you without remorse. Now, punish me with a kiss!” Lei Tianyi said placatingly, immediately giving Leng Youlan a light kiss on the lips.
“How annoying!” Leng Youlan said, her cheeks turning red. “Shall we go now?” “Why? I want to watch her dance first.”
“Leng Youlan risked being pestered by the old guy to watch a dance; she absolutely didn’t want to leave midway.
“Go home and do what you like?” In fact, Lei Tianyi was concerned because the man over there kept staring, and his instinct told him the man was looking at his girl.
He couldn’t understand – he had dressed his girl so plainly, yet she still attracted attention everywhere. “Girl, didn’t I tell you not to talk to other men?”
“Yes, I know!” Leng Youlan, still shy, said softly. “But why does that man keep looking over here?” “I don’t know. I don’t know him,” Leng Youlan had also noticed.
