If it were a servant, they would have spoken up instead of just waiting for Leng Lingxiao to ask.
So he guessed it was his father. Get full chapters from nοvelfire.net
Sure enough, a tentative question came, "Son, are you asleep?" Leng Jiangping knocked on the door twice more, "Can dad come in?"
"The door isn’t locked," came the reply from inside.
Leng Lingxiao had kept the plans to acquire the Jiang Family a secret from his parents; after all, their families had been friends for generations, and doing so openly would be inconvenient.
So by the time Leng Jiangping came in, Leng Lingxiao had already gone over to the bed, yawning and looking drowsy and lazy, not at all like he had just been giving orders to his subordinates.
"Dad, something urgent this late?"
"Son, well, how long do you plan to stay this time? You’re not in a hurry to leave these next couple of days, are you?" Leng Jiangping, all smiles, touched this and looked at that, but didn’t sit down.
"Dad, if you have something to say, just say it."
"It’s nothing much, it’s just your mom, she’s a bit anxious and wanted me to ask..."
"Yes, that’s right. But your mom isn’t trying to rush you two, she just wants some reassurance about when Xiao Wan can come over to our place for a simple meal."
As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Lingxiao shook his head as if he were in a difficult position.
"Speak up, why are you shaking your head?"
"I mean... I’m not really sure."
"Not sure? You usually handle things so smoothly, how come chasing a girl seems so tough for you? Back in my day, when I was pursuing your mom, I didn’t say a word, just took her straight to get the certificate at the civil affairs bureau. She couldn’t leave without it, no big deal."
Leng Lingxiao raised an eyebrow, "Oh, that bold, huh? How come now you’re completely under mom’s control? People outside say you... are henpecked."
"They don’t know a thing; it’s called loving your wife!"
"Oh, right, but I dare not learn from you. Tangtang is too timid and shy; she might run away in fright, and then I’d have no wife at all."
"You just keep pretending. Are you saying those photos online aren’t posted by you?"
"No, definitely not."
Leng Jiangping was shocked by his son’s response, so he quickly walked up to him and started asking about the charity banquet.
At this moment, at 66 Chunlei Street.
A bewildered Xiao Wan was also being questioned by Tang Mei, her bowl of bird’s nest soup lifted then put down.
She thought the Nephrite Jade Bracelet would be gorgeous and precious enough, but her grandma was completely unfazed, focused instead on the incident of being secretly photographed.
"Grandma, it’s alright," Xiao Wan immediately consoled, noticing the change in Tang Mei’s expression.
Tang Mei looked at her granddaughter’s smiling face and couldn’t help but sigh, whispering, "Tangtang, logically speaking you and Leng Lingxiao are at the point where getting engaged would be natural. There’s nothing to fear, but being exposed online is always a bit improper; you never know if it’s someone stirring up trouble."
"Grandma, you don’t have a mobile phone, right? How did you know about it?"
"I heard it from Wang Jinhui."
"Oh, I see. By the way, is his tea garden fun? Is it as beautiful as Mei Garden? Does that mean you won’t have to pay for tea anymore?"
Xiao Wan attempted to change the subject.
And purposely, she even feigned a yawn.
"It’s quite nice, very pleasant. Tangtang, there’s something else grandma wanted to ask you... did you add the ending part to that music piece?"
"What... music piece?"
"The one from last time... you said it was a mix, when you invited Wang Jinhui to the tea house for afternoon tea."
Xiao Wan paused, taken aback.
She hadn’t expected her grandma to know about her sneaking a look at the score, her heart suddenly flustered, unsure how to respond.
"Oh, that. Actually..."
"It’s well done, better than the original. Grandma likes it a lot," Tang Mei softly patted Xiao Wan’s hand, her face full of kindness.
"Hehe, well, it wasn’t clear!"
"The piece is one Grandma wrote in college for a friend, since it was improvised, I only had a pencil and just jotted it down on a piece of paper. Naturally, over time, it’s gotten harder to see."
"Grandma, that friend... was he your first love?"
"Just guessing, the middle part was so passionate, so I thought..."
"Let’s leave this topic here. Don’t play it again, especially not in front of others; Grandma won’t be pleased, understand?"
"Grandma, I’m sorry, I didn’t know."
"Silly child, Grandma isn’t blaming you. After all, it’s been many years, and Grandma is getting old, some things are better left unmentioned."
"Don’t worry, Grandma, I understand."
"Good, really smart. Go to sleep early."
Having said that, Tang Mei didn’t linger, smiling as she patted Xiao Wan’s head, then left.
Strange, why did Grandma ask about the score today? Could it be something Wang Jinhui mentioned? Did he memorize everything I played?
That couldn’t be, such a good memory, just like me? Born with it?
Grandma must be hiding something from me.
A series of questions troubled Xiao Wan, and after a brief pause, she slowly got up, heading toward the study on the third floor.