She doesn’t even play the piano, how could she like John Gruber? Perhaps, she hasn’t even heard his name!
Jian Anning looked at him, her curiosity growing even stronger.
Could it be that his father’s provocation had spurred him on? Did he feel an urge to show his father what he’s made of and win his respect?
Just thinking about this piano master caused Yu Zexiao’s expression to relax considerably. Glancing at Jian Anning seated next to him, he remembered how upset she had looked just moments before, and his heart softened involuntarily, "I’m happy because in a little while, my idol will be arriving!"
"Your idol?" For real, Jian Anning was a bit surprised. Wasn’t Yu Zexiao always proud to consider himself a superstar, too aloof to look up to anyone? How could he possibly have an idol? It didn’t seem like him at all!
"Yes," he nodded with a beaming smile, "The leading figure in the piano world, Austria’s piano master John Gruber! He’s coming here too!"
To her surprise, as soon as Jian Anning heard the name, her complexion changed instantly!
John Gruber was also the artistic master she had once eagerly anticipated meeting! Once, when she went to Austria for a piano selection, she had had the fortune of meeting Master John Gruber. The master had taken a liking to her and had expressed that if she could secure the first place, she would have the opportunity to study under him!
But on her way to participate in the world youth group piano finals, her father and grandparents died in a car accident. She did not partake in that performance, and thereafter, she developed such self-loathing that she could not bring herself to touch the piano again.
Now, ten years later, John Gruber, the piano master she had once revered, was actually coming to Shangcheng!
Especially since she had just recalled the circumstances of her father’s death and heard of the arrival of her idol, Jian Anning’s heart was anything but calm.
Yu Zexiao, noticing the change in her expression, thought that she really hadn’t heard of the great name of John Gruber and felt slightly disappointed.
After all, right now, he hoped that Jian Anning could get a bit closer to him. But in the end—he did want to be near her, but aside from the physical proximity, she wasn’t the kind of "soul mate" he had hoped for.
They soon arrived at Ling Yinuo’s styling salon. Thanks to Yu Zexiao’s cooperation, he was quickly arranged to be styled.
However, before leaving, Yu Zexiao looked back at Jian Anning, who was preparing to wait with coffee and newspapers at the bar, strode over with his long legs, and pulled her to her feet: "Give her a makeover as well."
Ling Yinuo was taken aback, while Jian Anning immediately protested, "Zexiao, what are you doing? I’m just your assistant."
Because of the last time she had a makeover, things had become too chaotic. She was only his assistant, after all. An assistant only needs to wear a work uniform; was there really a need for a makeover?
Yu Zexiao’s eyelashes quivered, his thin lips pursed, and finally, he said again, "Your outfit is too ugly, it makes me uncomfortable. Who am I, Yu Zexiao, to have an assistant who looks so drab and has no sense of fashion whatsoever?"