Chapter 8: Linjiang’s First Talented Lady, Lin Xiyan
After a long wait, just as Jiang Che was almost falling asleep, Lin Xiyan finally appeared on stage.
“Boss, boss, it’s Lin Xiyan, the school beauty!” Li Chengfeng tapped Jiang Che’s shoulder, speaking with an excited tone.
“Just a woman, is there a need to be so excited?” Jiang Che slowly opened his eyes and looked at Li Chengfeng, whose face was flushed, and responded somewhat speechlessly.
No wonder the head of the Li family looked down on this son – seeing a woman and becoming so discomposed. If the Li family’s business was left to him, he would surely ruin it.
Jiang Che looked up at the stage, and his gaze fell upon a woman in a light blue long dress. She had a picturesque face, red lips and white teeth, and apricot eyes. Holding a guqin (Chinese zither), she smiled gently at the audience below.
“Indeed, she can be called stunning,” Jiang Che thought, admiring her. As one of the main female leads, she was certainly extraordinary. Just in terms of beauty, probably no one in Linjiang University could match her.
“Welcome everyone to the freshman evening party. I have a piece, ‘Spring River Flower Moon Night,’ to present to you all,” Lin Xiyan said, her lips curling up into a cute smile, revealing adorable dimples.
Her voice was refreshing like a mountain spring, seemingly purifying the soul, calming the restless hearts in the hot summer evening.
The large auditorium fell silent, the audience of all ages watched Lin Xiyan with eager anticipation. After all, with such beauty, her guqin performance was bound to be mesmerizing.
Lin Xiyan smiled slightly, without any delay, placed the guqin on the table beside her, and began to play.
The clear and melodious sound of the guqin resonated in the hall, as if directly touching the soul, leaving the audience spellbound.
It was as if they were transported into a beautiful painting – a woman playing the guqin by the lotus pond under the moonlight.
The music was flowing and melodious, filled with anticipation and regret. Longing for a reunion with a loved one, lamenting the sorrow of being unable to stay together forever.
The sound of the guqin seemed to hold a magical power that intoxicated everyone.
After a while, when the audience came back to their senses, Lin Xiyan had already quietly left the stage.
“That was so beautiful. I didn’t expect Lin Xiyan to play the guqin so enchantingly,” Li Chengfeng said with tears in his eyes, his gaze filled with infatuation, completely captivated by Lin Xiyan’s guqin performance.
Jiang Che also slowly opened his eyes, somewhat surprised. He hadn’t expected Lin Xiyan’s guqin to resonate so much with people, showcasing her profound mastery of the instrument.
“Truly deserving of the title ‘Linjiang’s First Talented Lady,’ her guqin really captivates the listener,” Jiang Che commented to himself. The title ‘Linjiang’s First Talented Lady,’ bestowed on Lin Xiyan later in the story by the author, was indeed well-deserved.
“Let’s go…” Jiang Che stood up and said, then walked towards the exit of the auditorium.
“Boss, wait for me!” Li Chengfeng called out, hurrying to keep up with Jiang Che’s pace.
“We’ll talk about anything else tomorrow, I need to go home and rest,” Jiang Che said, glancing at the time on his phone.
Without waiting for Li Chengfeng’s response, he walked straight out of the school gate and soon disappeared into the night, leaving Li Chengfeng disheveled in the wind.
Outside the school gate, as Jiang Che approached his sports car, he saw two girls taking pictures around it. And one of them was Lin Xiyan?
“Yuru, have you finished taking pictures?” Lin Xiyan adjusted her hair, looking helplessly at Song Yuru, who was busily taking selfies with the Bugatti Veyron.
Her friend was good in every way, just a bit vain. Lin Xiyan understood, as girls of their age tended to have such traits. She wasn’t interested in sports cars; after all, her family had plenty of them…
“Xiyan, come and take photos with me!” Song Yuru said excitedly. She wanted to take lots of photos to post on social media and make those who climbed up the social ladder jealous.
“I’d rather not, I don’t like these things,” Lin Xiyan politely declined. Song Yuru didn’t mind and continued snapping photos.
“What are you doing?” Jiang Che approached and asked, looking quizzically at Lin Xiyan and Song Yuru.
“Husband!!!” Song Yuru, seeing Jiang Che, raised her voice several decibels, beginning to shout excitedly.
Lin Xiyan could only smile helplessly at Jiang Che and then gently pulled her silly friend by the shoulder, signaling her to maintain her image.
Realizing her gaffe, Song Yuru blushed with embarrassment. She felt utterly humiliated to have made a fool of herself in front of Jiang Che. She wished she could dig a hole and hide…