"The ’Little Love Letter’ was brutally simple:
Keep that Little Tang Wu for me, I want to play with her slowly
Not even a punctuation mark was present.
Yet when Shi Lingyan saw the words ’Tang Wu’, his gaze was as if magnetized, unable to be pulled back for a long time.
It was her handwriting, Tang Wu’s handwriting!
He was all too familiar with her signature.
His fingers unconsciously tightened their grip, completely crumpling the paper in his hand.
Shi Lingyan lifted his gaze and immediately saw Ye Tiao’s smirking face.
Ye Tiao felt a chill run down her spine under Shi Lingyan’s intense stare, subconsciously restraining her smile.
But she couldn’t help feeling a thrill of delight.
This guy had always been a pretentious prude, full of bad intentions.
Despite Shi Lingyan’s seemingly expressionless face, his eyes betrayed his emotions.
Ye Tiao couldn’t resist feeling schadenfreude, but as her smile began to form, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a sudden shadow approaching.
Startled and without time to react, she was abruptly grabbed by the collar, her back slamming hard against the pillar behind her.
Ye Tiao gasped in pain, and angrily cursed, "Shi Lingyan, have you lost your mind?!"
Shi Lingyan’s eyes seemed to seep with a blood-red hue, terrifyingly crimson, glaring at her as a Fierce Beast would its mortal enemy, wishing nothing more than to tear her to pieces, "I know you hate me, but Tang Wu has been gone for three years, can you stop playing such childish tricks!"
Held by her collar, Ye Tiao looked pitiful beneath Shi Lingyan’s towering figure.
For the umpteenth time, Ye Tiao realized that Shi Lingyan never truly saw her as a woman!
A bout of frustration welled up inside her, close to making her spit blood, she retorted angrily, "Who the fuck is playing boring tricks – this is real, Senior Sister wrote this!"
Ye Tiao felt utterly weak, saying faintly, "Didn’t you notice that the note given to you last time was printed..."
Shi Lingyan’s chest vibrated as if trembled, his own voice barely audible to himself, he asked, "She’s imitating her handwriting?"
Ye Tiao rolled her eyes at him, "Let go first, I can’t breathe, cough cough cough!"
"Cough cough, I... ah, I’m gonna die, I’m dying, let go, let let let go..."
Finally, Shi Lingyan released his grip, and Ye Tiao collapsed, rolling her eyes and leaning on the ground, "You scared me!"
Shi Lingyan’s gaze grew colder, "Yun Du."
Yun Du immediately stepped forward, loosening up his limbs.
Seeing this, Ye Tiao swiftly rolled up from the ground like a carp, sycophantically smiling and saying, "What’s the rush, it was just a joke, hahaha..."
Even Yun Du couldn’t bear to watch her pathetic laughter, involuntarily saying, "Ye Tiao, did you come here just to get beat up?"
Hearing these words, Ye Tiao also felt insecure, her gaze unconsciously sweeping towards the stage.
Suddenly, the whole world seemed to plunge into darkness, all the lights extinguished.
Then, a hauntingly ethereal piano melody coupled with a low, husky harmonica sound emanated from the speakers, as if a feather from an unknown origin easily stirred the heartstrings of the audience.
In the spotlight’s convergence, a snow-white grand piano slowly rose from the center of the stage.
And before the piano, a slender, upright figure, as elegant as someone who stepped out of an oil painting, graced the stage with the most composed poise, welcoming the baptism of thousands of gazes from the audience.
Ye Tiao finally took a deep breath of relief, "There, isn’t she here?"
Forgot to ask for recommendation tickets, it’s been half an hour since I updated this, will anyone see it...
Monday huh, a new week, let’s push for the charts!