Chu Qingchuan suddenly blinked, then gave a faint smile and waved her hand. “You may all leave for now. Only come back in when I tell you to!”
Sui’er and the other two maids left a little stunned, but respectfully bowed. “Yes, Madam,” they replied.
Sui’er glanced emotionlessly at Chu Qingchuan, as if she didn’t care about anything.
Then, Sui’er turned heel and left with the two maids.
Chu Qingchuan saw several maids leave, then got up and walked to the table with the Guqin in the corner of the room.
After she sat carefreely at the Guqin table, she placed both her hands on the Guqin and played energetically.
Soon enough, the sound of a beautiful song drifted in the room.
The twilight glow of the looming evening lit up the rooftop, as the lingering sound of her song spread far and wide.
Having left the building, Sui’er heard the Guqin and raised her thin eyebrows. ‘Madam plays the Guqin really well!’
This Madam didn’t seem to be as useless as she had imagined. As it turned out, she had a little talent!
Whilst Chu Qingchuan played the profoundly artistic song with her slender hands, she furrowed her elegant eyebrows and thought about how to get rid of Yu Wuxia.
Every time that she touched a dead end, she would play the Guqin. Behind the sound of the Guqin, she felt the gears in her mind turn faster.
The Guqin was something that she played ever since she was little. When she was twelve years old, she participated in a competition, which made her famous across the land.
As the sound of the Guqin spread further, became more mellow, and sounded more pleasant, Chu Qingchuan’s brows tightened.
Happy images flashed across her mind one after another, including the image of her sleeping in her mother’s arms, and of her throwing a tantrum at her older brother. There was also the image of her, sat on stage, receiving waves of applause for her Guqin skills…
As she thought more about it, tears filled the rim of Chu Qingchuan’s eyes.
Yu Wuhen quietly stepped inside to see the beautiful woman play the Guqin sorrowfully. His heart suddenly jumped for a moment, and a confident yet flirtatious smile formed in the corner of his lips. His eyes revealed a hint of warmth.
Chu Qingchuan had no idea that Yu Wuhen had come in. She blinked and single tear fell on the strings of the Guqin. The picture of her was aesthetic and it captivated his sympathies.
Yu Wuhen couldn’t resist walking up to her.
Chu Qingchuan swiftly noticed the shoes in front of her and suddenly froze.
The next second, Yu Wuhen carried Chu Qingchuan in his arms.
Chu Qingchuan was so shocked that she instinctively clutched onto the clothes on Yu Wuhen’s chest. She gazed into Yu Wuhen’s eyes and saw gentleness. But then, she thought about the horrific face beneath the mask and her whole body panicked in fear.
She pursed her lips and spoke carefully whilst looking at Yu Wuhen. “M… ma… master, perhaps you should put me down!”
Yu Wuhen noticed how Chu Qingchuan looked at him like a doe, which made her look even more adorable.
He couldn’t resist but slowly lower his head closer to Chu Qingchuan’s soft lips.
Chu Qingchuan looked at Yu Wuhen with fearful, widened eyes as if she had seen a demon.
No! She didn’t want to kiss that ugly monster!
Chu Qingchuan looked away in disgust with a disdainful look on her face.
Yu Wuhen was left stunned and his eyes instantly turned glum. “Chuchu, what do you find wrong with me? What’s making you hate me this much?”
Chu Qingchuan clenched her hands and moved her lips. But no matter how she tried, the words wouldn’t come out. What should she say? Who could teach her what to say?
Yu Wuhen saw that Chu Qingchuan hadn’t spoken for a while and took a deep breath. “Chuchu, there’s no harm in speaking your mind. I won’t blame you!”
Chu Qingchuan blinked, seemingly have believed what Yu Wuhen said. “M… Master, will you really not blame me? And you won’t hit me?” She said carefully.
Disappointed, Yu Wuhen spat out the two words, “I won’t.”