Su Ruanruan stood in the small courtyard watering flowers, dressed in a tender green long dress, with her long black hair casually draped over her shoulders, looking like a little fairy that had descended to the mortal world.
She held a small watering can in her hand, watering the plants while on a phone call.
She tilted her head to the side, revealing one side of her fair neck, her voice soft.
Bao Ziqi couldn’t make out what she was saying, only knew that it must be someone important to her; otherwise, her expression wouldn’t be so joyful...
His fingers quietly clenched.
He watched silently until Su Ruanruan noticed him.
The atmosphere was somewhat subtle.
Bao Ziqi walked over to her and stopped in front of her.
Su Ruanruan’s phone call wasn’t hung up, just hanging by her side.
She looked up at him, "Is something the matter?"
Bao Ziqi hummed coldly, then asked her, "Have you prepared?"
Su Ruanruan was puzzled, "Prepared for what?"
Bao Ziqi felt a bit awkward, but he still gritted his teeth: "The opening dance."
Now, Su Ruanruan understood.
After a pause, she spoke softly, "I heard from my second brother that my third sister has been practicing ballroom dancing these days. She would probably hope you’d invite her."
Bao Ziqi’s expression turned sour instantly, he stared at her intently for a moment, then without a word, brushed past her.
Even, rudely bumped her shoulder lightly.
Su Ruanruan took two steps back, not taking issue with him.
Bao Ziqi went to see the old lady, emerging later with a spring breeze.
Passing by the little courtyard again, he paused for a moment, but didn’t see Su Ruanruan...
The corners of Bao Ziqi’s mouth quirked slightly, and he walked up to the parking area in front of the main house, opening the car door and getting in.
Before driving off, he dialed Hao Keke’s number.
The person on the other end was flattered, very surprised.
Calling him "Teacher Ziqi" at every turn.
Bao Ziqi appreciated her talent and wanted to meet her, so he arranged to meet at a very stylish coffee house in Jiang City.
After the call, he glanced again in the direction of the little courtyard, pursing his lips.
Half an hour later, Bao Ziqi met with that highly talented music academy student indeed as the servant described, pure and cute.
Of course, she couldn’t compare to Su Qionglin.
And even less so to Su Ruanruan.
Bao Ziqi was displeased that Su Ruanruan’s name popped up in his mind, but that touch of displeasure vanished in a flash.
He looked at the girl in front of him, who had dressed up specially, and said indifferently, "I’ve listened to your rendition of ’Starry Sky’ along with a few other pieces, you’re very talented. I want to sign you up and send you abroad for further study, and I will also recommend you at my concerts in the future."
For a music student, this was a huge temptation.
Bao Ziqi was well-known both domestically and internationally.
Hao Keke was incredibly excited, yet at the same time, she felt a sudden pang in her heart.
She was supposed to try out the piano at Bao Family’s house today, but she didn’t play "Starry Sky"...
So, who played that "Starry Sky"?
Thinking it over carefully, Hao Keke remembered that when she left the Bao Family’s house, a Miss Su had walked in.
Could it be that she played it?
And Bao Ziqi mistook it as her performance?
She knew clearly in her heart, but she didn’t want to miss such a rare opportunity, so she looked at Bao Ziqi with shy eyes, biting her lip gently, "I would like to study under Teacher Ziqi."
Seeing her agreement, Bao Ziqi took out a business card and wrote down his assistant’s number for her: "Contact my assistant, she’ll arrange everything for you."
He spoke briefly and was prepared to leave.
But Hao Keke clearly had more thoughts in her mind.
She knew Bao Ziqi had a girlfriend, a famous model named Su Qionglin, but they weren’t married yet, were they?