Su Ruanruan stood quietly outside, listening for a while.
A passing servant said, "It’s the new pianist, preparing for next week’s ball."
The servant added with a smile, "Actually, young master Ziqi himself is a pianist, but he will be hosting the ball that day."
Su Ruanruan had no interest in Bao Ziqi’s matters and simply nodded to acknowledge.
She entered the hall just as the pianist was packing up to leave; seeing Su Ruanruan, he mistook her for a young lady from the Bao Family and greeted, "Miss Bao."
Su Ruanruan smiled gently, "My surname is Su."
So, she was not a miss from the Bao Family...
The pianist’s attitude instantly turned cold, and with a nod, he left.
The warmth and chill of human sentiment did not matter much to Su Ruanruan; her gaze returned to the piano in front of the French windows. She walked over, her slender white fingers lightly caressing the keys.
Su Ruanruan had learned piano, but after her father, Su Peiming, passed away, she never continued. Her piano teacher had always regretted it.
She felt troubled in her heart and suddenly wanted to play a piece of music.
Seated, she placed her ten fingers on the keys.
In a moment, piano music filled the air.
It was "Starry Sky," her father’s favorite.
The notes under her delicate fingertips flowed in the vast space, as if breathing new life into this gloomy mansion... everything slowly revived.
In the bedroom on the easternmost side of the second floor.
Bao Ziqi was originally asleep, but suddenly, he opened his eyes.
In his eyes, there was a rare fervor.
This piece was played exceptionally well, at least apart from the original composer, this was the best rendition Bao Ziqi had heard.
He looked at the ceiling, listening quietly.
His head didn’t seem to hurt as much anymore.
Just like that, he unknowingly listened to several pieces.
He was amazed by the pianist’s high talent; if such a talented person received systematic training, their achievements would not be lesser than his own.
As Bao Ziqi was contemplating, the piano music ceased.
He sat up, casually put on a robe, and headed downstairs.
He wanted to meet the person playing the piano.
But by the time he reached the hall, there was no one, only the piano stood lonesomely in front of the French windows.
The white curtains swayed gently with the breeze, like a young girl.
Bao Ziqi called over a servant.
"Who was playing the piano just now?"
The servant replied lightly, "It was the pianist invited by the madam, said to be a top student from Jiangcheng Music Academy. But she has already left."
Indeed, it was played quite well.
He turned to go upstairs, then turned back to ask the servant, "Do you have her contact information?"
The servant thought for a moment and said, "They should have it at the guard house."
She asked Bao Ziqi to wait a moment and ran off to get it.
Bao Ziqi simply sat down on the sofa, legs crossed comfortably and lit a cigarette.
Between puffs of smoke, the servant came back with the number.
Bao Ziqi extinguished the cigarette, narrowed his eyes, and glanced at it.
The servant, eager to please him, whispered, "She’s quite a young and pretty lady."
Bao Ziqi gave her a look.
The servant dared not say more.
Bao Ziqi took the contact information and headed upstairs, then halfway up, he turned back and said, "Don’t tell anyone about this."
The servant swallowed hard, "Don’t worry, young master, I won’t say a word."
Bao Ziqi went back to his room to change clothes and took his car keys downstairs.
He was about to leave directly, but after a thought, he decided to visit the old lady first.
In the evening, with only a sliver of light left in the sky, the small courtyard seemed particularly tranquil and elegant.
Bao Ziqi strolled towards the main house but found his steps halted in the small garden.