As for what happened afterward, she was even more confused. Not allowed to wash dishes or get her hands wet after the meal, she pushed the task to the maid. Less than ten minutes later, a large bowl of sliced fruit salad was placed in front of her. After finishing that, Feng Chengjin took her for a stroll in the indoor garden. When they reached the music room, Feng Chengjin, with a deep and mysterious look, asked her, "Would you like to listen to some music?" Gu Zixuan was made dizzy by Feng Chengjin’s actions. "Feng Chengjin, actually we..." With so much going on now, He Qimo’s issues still unresolved, she could have taken some time to look at the press release items again. However, her suggestion never got turned into words. Feng Chengjin had already made the decision for her. Thus, what surprised Gu Zixuan even more was that she thought he meant to play some music. But she never expected that after he brought her to sit by the piano, he started playing for her. Moreover, considering the elite education in wealthy families, plus he had a room in his villa specifically for a piano, with a grand piano in the bedroom as well, Gu Zixuan had always assumed Feng Chengjin could play an instrument, but never knew he could play the piano so professionally and beautifully! The elegance and agility of his fingers, his noble and deep appearance, as if he were born for the black and white keys. His long knuckles made it easy for him to play chords spanning octaves. The melody was beautiful, coming from Beethoven’s "Für Elise", and occasionally during his performance, Feng Chengjin’s subtle glances made her understand what he was expressing through the notes. Her heart was shaken, and her face flushed with warmth. Because of his professionalism, and because of his subtle, unspoken smile. After listening for a while, the hidden musical impulse in her also prompted her to pick up the violin. When the melodious violin sound blended with the piano. Under the night, the two of them sitting in front of a row of flower stands performing together created such an enchanting sound that half of the villa’s servants couldn’t help but gather at the door to watch. It was a beautiful scene. The green mint and white lilacs formed a large backdrop. And their figures were comparable to a gentleman and lady from the royal nobility. Especially since he was wearing a black suit today, and Miss Gu was wearing a white casual long dress... The contrast of black and white. Nothing could touch one’s heart more than such coordination and harmony. Housekeeper Li also watched for a while, then smiled with satisfaction, understanding why Feng Chengjin, after meeting so many women, chose to fall for Miss Gu. What could be happier than finding someone whose temperament, character, hobbies, and interests all match yours? People, when faced with love, prefer her loving him, and him loving her. But when it comes to marriage, they prefer that he understands her, and she suits him... Housekeeper Li, smiling gently, paused for a moment, turned to leave, to prepare the midnight snack instructed by sir. The harmonious melody flowed like a spring. To be honest, Gu Zixuan was still a bit confused. However, seeing Feng Chengjin play the piano , so handsome she had never seen before, did indeed stir a girlish flutter in her heart. So, without thinking too much, she just focused on drawing the golden strings. And for Feng Chengjin. Staring at her belly, his gaze grew deeper. With gentle finger strokes, the corners of his lips curved as if reflecting a sky full of stars. The atmosphere was warm, elegant, noble, quiet, filled with love. In the presidential suite of Yunfeng Hotel. Check latest chapters at ɴovelfire.net The atmosphere went straight towards chicken stewed with mushrooms, knives sharpening, ready to slaughter sheep, and spicy stir-fried prawns... Shen Jian妮 lay on the sofa, hugging a quilt, looking at the half-open bedroom door over there. She almost ground her teeth to make a sound like biting broad beans. Her emotions cracked, her gaze was aggrieved, and her lips curled in defiance. Not to mention how she’s been bothering He Xiaoqi every day recently, almost driving her to a dead end, and that He Qimo bastard showed no reaction to her "outstanding work performance" at all. Like he didn’t even have a sister named He Xiaoqi, completely unaware that she’s nearly torn the kindergarten down. Just look at the kind of life she’s leading, not quite human, not quite ghostly... Oh her waist... her poor old waist... How many days has it been? Dammit? How many days does He Qimo need her to sleep on the sofa? Didn’t they have any enmity in their past lives? Huh? No way? Shen Jian妮, hopeless and tearless, leaned on the sofa, peeking through the gap at the person inside. Desperately wanting to ask, when will this love-hate relationship between her and He Qimo ever end? However, He Qimo didn’t answer her. In the luxurious bedroom. He Qimo sat cross-legged on the bed, quietly flipping through a book. The television in front of him was on, playing some channel, but due to the angle and the fact that the living room TV was also on, Shen Jian妮 couldn’t hear anything. But looking at him, it’s unclear if he was even listening. Shen Jian妮 ground her teeth, glaring at him with a killing look. He Qimo didn’t react, or rather, didn’t even acknowledge her as a person. After a pause, as time ticked by bit by bit. Noticing the clock approaching ten. At that moment, Shen Jian妮 couldn’t be bothered anymore. Throwing on her nightgown jacket, she walked into the bedroom. When she reached the bed, she unceremoniously grabbed a pillow, fluffed it, and placed it down. Pulling over the corner of the quilt, she covered herself, and she lay down on the bed. To He Qimo, this sudden and cold action was undeniable. Frowning coldly, he looked over at her, "What are you doing?" "What do you think I’m doing?" Shen Jian妮 naturally heard his tone, to be honest, she was always apprehensive about his temper, but today she couldn’t care less, not even the king of heaven could stop her from sleeping on the bed! So raising her tone, she said, "He Qimo, I’m a celebrity after all, and we used to be friends at least. Not to mention you slept with me, put me in a pit, but you also make me sleep on the sofa every day? I don’t care, auntie here has a sore back from sleeping, and urgently needs a bed for treatment. Whoever wants to sleep on the sofa can go ahead, but I’m not going. If you can’t stand me sleeping with you, then rent me another room!" Shen Jian妮 spoke righteously. He Qimo paused, understanding her true thoughts. Frowning slightly, he returned his gaze to the book, "If you don’t want to sleep on the sofa, make a floor bed. I’ve told you already, it’s impossible for you to stay alone, and I can’t share a bed with you, get down." Such words, on a regular day, Shen Jian妮 might have been intimidated by his temper, but would surely listen.