Why is your face red?
Yi Wanyue’s blunt words caught Lan Xin off guard.
In every outcome she imagined, this scene was not included.
And Yi Wanyue’s words seemed to suggest… she actually quite dislikes Jiang Shen, doesn’t she?
“What do you mean by that?” Lan Xin asked uncertainly.
Yi Wanyue replied unhurriedly: “I mean I think he is not worthy of you.”
Lan Xin frowned: “Do you even know what you’re saying?”
Yi Wanyue smiled: “Of course I know what I’m saying, perhaps you should ask yourself if you know what kind of person you like.”
Lan Xin’s frown deepened.
How could she not know what kind of person she likes?
Jiang Shen, the president of a famous management company.
Young and capable, handsome and bright, the dream lover of countless women.
She knows thoroughly the food and colors he likes.
Unfortunately, he married young, benefiting that woman with the surname Qiu, but luckily he is now divorced and returned to being single.
But today, Yi Wanyue said that her understanding of Jiang Shen is still not enough.
“What do you mean?”
Lan Xin asked again, her tone filled with confusion rather than aggression.
She used to be jealous of Yi Wanyue’s brilliance and was unwilling to talk with her, but after their brief interaction last time, this jealousy had already reduced by half.
Yi Wanyue was not as aloof as she had imagined.
Yi Wanyue also did not rely on having Jiang Shen’s affection to show off in front of her.
Yi Wanyue, like her, would also get nervous, and even praised her unique insight — they were both the same, just ordinary people.
Also because the other party showed unexpected friendliness, she felt embarrassed to continue speculating maliciously about the other party.
So, she genuinely wanted to know how much Yi Wanyue knows about Jiang Shen.
Yi Wanyue leaned on the edge of the table, one hand placed on the table, the other supporting her chin, her posture relaxed and self-satisfied, her eyes calm.
“I am worried you only see his glamorous side.”
“You all know he likes me, but he got drunk and went to bed with another woman, even had a child, and he even married another woman.”
“Is this what liking is?”
“After marrying someone else, he doesn’t care about people, doesn’t care about the child either.”
“Where is his sense of responsibility then?”
Lan Xin opened her mouth.
Before she could speak, Yi Wanyue on the opposite side smiled and spoke first: “I know you want to say that this is also because he has me in his heart.”
“But, I didn’t force him to go to bed with others, nor did I force him to marry others, right?”
Lan Xin was immediately speechless.
Yi Wanyue continued: “Regarding this marriage matter, compared to him, the woman’s family has neither money nor power, even if he was unwilling to marry, what threat could the woman’s family pose to him? So everything he did was of his own volition.”
“And you, Miss Lan, you are smart and beautiful, outstanding and dazzling. How can such an irresponsible man, who says one thing and does another, be a match for you?”
“Miss Lan, I sincerely hope you can think it over carefully.”
“…”
Lan Xin fell into silence, not speaking for a long time.
Even if she didn’t want to admit it, she couldn’t deny that what Yi Wanyue said was indeed correct. Jiang Shen did these things not because she forced him, nor because others forced him, but willingly…
Yi Wanyue picked up her coffee and drank slowly.
She also remained silent, giving Lan Xin time to think for herself, while observing her expression.
Lan Xin’s face was heavy, her brows tightly knit, her expression moved, seemingly really swayed by her words.
If she can be swayed, then all the better; she also doesn’t want to see a woman stubbornly attached to a rotten man.
Hope Lan Xin can become a second “accident.”
Like Qiu Baiyu, a pleasantly surprising, very good accident.
A few minutes passed, and Lan Xin finally moved.
She first picked up the coffee in front of her, took a small sip, moistening her dry throat, as if finally finding her voice: “Was the marriage really not forced on him? I heard it was his ex-wife who forced him to marry her…”
“He could have refused, so why didn’t he refuse?”
“…”
“By not refusing, isn’t he exactly giving the other party hope?”
“…”
Yi Wanyue’s two consecutive questions left Lan Xin unable to answer even one.
But she still had doubts.
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“You understand very clearly,” Lan Xin said.
Yi Wanyue nodded, not denying it.
“But why would you tell me these things?”
“Because I don’t want to see you fall, don’t want to see you blinded by a perfect exterior, and I also don’t want to become enemies with you.”
Yi Wanyue smiled slightly.
“Compared to being enemies, I would rather be friends with you.”
Friends?
These two words made Lan Xin pause for a moment.
Being friends with a love rival was quite advanced for her.
She had to admit that her thinking on this aspect was somewhat stereotypical. She always believed that love rivals could never peacefully coexist, always in conflict, until a winner emerged, and the loser dimly exited the scene, never to appear again.
But today, Yi Wanyue said she would rather be friends with her…
“But we are love rivals…”
“When were we love rivals?” Yi Wanyue said. “You like him, I do not like him, how can this be considered love rivals?”
Just because Jiang Shen likes her, she has to become the target of everyone, which is absurdly laughable.
It is not as if she forced Jiang Shen to like her.
Grievances have origins, debts have owners; love also needs to find the right target. What use is it to come to her? Go find the man.
Lan Xin: “…”
Quite reasonable.
Upon careful reflection, Yi Wanyue’s words were indeed not wrong, and she couldn’t find any angle to defend Jiang Shen.
Even she herself began to feel that Jiang Shen indeed made many mistakes.
How can he say he has a beloved on one hand, and on the other hand marry someone else and have a child with another?
The woman he married and the one he had a child with are not even the same…
Lan Xin suddenly felt emotionally exhausted.
During their conversation, the perfect image of Jiang Shen in her heart was shaken.
She also seemed to not understand what exactly she liked about Jiang Shen…
“Miss Lan.”
Yi Wanyue’s voice came once again.
Lan Xin looked up at her and saw her eyes bright, her demeanor calm as she said, “We can become opponents, but that should be on the field, a place where we can showcase our abilities, not for a useless man.”
“In both your life and mine, lacking a man won’t make much difference.”
What Jiang Shen’s family has, her family also has, so there’s no need to have any designs on him.
Without him, their world will not stop turning.
Instead, because of him, Yi Wanyue has encountered many unnecessary troubles.
Lan Xin’s expression slightly changed, and she suddenly realized.
Yes, they both like the piano; they should be opponents on the competition stage, not caught in circles of love.
Without Jiang Shen, life will not change much, hasn’t she lived without Jiang Shen just fine?
In the past, when she practiced the piano day and night, Jiang Shen was not by her side.
A man can only be an embellishment in her life, not the entirety.
“Thank you,” Lan Xin sincerely said, “Your words have also given me a different perspective, and I will think about it carefully.”
Yi Wanyue smiled.
“Helping Miss Lan is all the better.”
Then, Lan Xin said again, “May I ask you another question?”
Yi Wanyue nodded, “Please ask.”
Lan Xin hesitantly spoke, “The name of the person who was with you backstage at the competition that day is…”
In Yi Wanyue’s mind suddenly flashed the image of Qiu Baiyu nervously accompanying her at that time, and she unconsciously curved her eyes, smiling especially brightly.
“It’s Baiyu, Qiu Baiyu.”
“Qiu Baiyu? The one who married Mr. Jiang…?”
“Yes, it’s her.”
Lan Xin’s surprise was instantly written all over her face.
She clearly remembered Qiu Baiyu loved Jiang Shen deeply, how could she get along so calmly with Jiang Shen’s most beloved woman?
“You two…”
“Are friends,” Yi Wanyue said with a smile, “very good friends.”
Lan Xin: “…”
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She believed it.
Because the smile on Yi Wanyue’s face was really too bright.
Yi Wanyue really seems to like Qiu Baiyu very much.
On Sunday morning, Qiu Baiyu sent Qiu Zimin to Yi Wanyue’s home for piano lessons.
While Yi Wanyue was teaching, Qiu Baiyu casually found a place to sit down, staying quietly by the side watching.
When Yi Wanyue was teaching Qiu Zimin, her expression was gentle, and her tone was gentle as well, like a softly blowing breeze.
Her uncommonly beautiful fingers lightly touched the black and white keys, and the world’s most beautiful sounds were all under her control.
Her posture was upright and graceful, and when she sat at the piano playing seriously, she looked like a serene and calm painting.
Qiu Baiyu gradually became somewhat entranced as she watched.
She saw Yi Wanyue let Qiu Zimin play by herself.
After Qiu Zimin finished playing, she looked up at Yi Wanyue and smiled, her expression seemed to be asking for praise.
Yi Wanyue smiled and touched her head, her naturally red lips opening and closing.
The two of them exchanged a few words.
Then Qiu Zimin happily got up and left, running to the small music room on the first floor.
Afterwards, Qiu Baiyu saw Yi Wanyue waving to her.
Waving?
Qiu Baiyu suddenly snapped back to reality.
“What is it?”
“Xiao Min went to rest, you should come and try playing too,” Yi Wanyue said, “sitting alone isn’t interesting.”
Qiu Baiyu: “?”
Her eager heart was immediately stirred.
Since the host had already said so, as a guest she wouldn’t be polite.
Qiu Baiyu stood up and walked to Yi Wanyue’s side.
Yi Wanyue moved a bit to the side.
Qiu Baiyu sat down beside her, placing both hands properly on her knees, not daring to move rashly.
“How do I play?”
“I’ll teach you.”
As the words reached her ears, Qiu Baiyu saw Yi Wanyue gently hold her hand, then lift it, and slowly place it on the keys.
Qiu Baiyu was a bit stunned.
Her hand was held by Yi Wanyue, skillfully moving across the keys.
A melodious melody sounded in her ears, it was the music they played together.
Music is the best healing agent, and her heart gradually immersed itself here, with no words she wanted to say.
At this moment, silence was beautiful.
They sat close together, leaning on each other.
Qiu Baiyu could smell the fragrance of Yi Wanyue’s body, like soft vines gently wrapping and embracing her.
“Our Baiyu’s hands are very pretty.”
Yi Wanyue suddenly praised.
Qiu Baiyu unconsciously looked at Yi Wanyue, whose flawlessly beautiful face was smiling at her.
Pure and sincere.
Qiu Baiyu looked again at their overlapping hands.
In that moment, she inexplicably thought of the scene yesterday noon when she clearly touched the mole at the end of Yi Wanyue’s eyebrow.
She still remembers her bright smile at that time, and doesn’t know why, but it left a deep impression that she can’t forget.
“Why are you blushing?”
Yi Wanyue’s voice, accompanied by a scrutinizing gaze, came again from beside her.
Qiu Baiyu, upon hearing this, was stunned: “I am?”
Yi Wanyue was very certain: “Yes, you are.”
Yi Wanyue asked, “What are you thinking of?”
Qiu Baiyu: “…”
Yi Wanyue followed her gaze and saw their overlapping hands.
She suddenly also remembered the day after she sobered up.
At that time, Qiu Baiyu merely touched her mole, and her face turned red.
Could it be…
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Yi Wanyue raised the corner of her lips, her smile suddenly had a hint of mischievousness, like a child about to play a prank.
She suddenly clasped Qiu Baiyu’s hand, turned and asked with a smile: “Is it because of me?”
Qiu Baiyu: “?”
Does she have to guess so accurately?
Thinking of a friend makes her face blush, and this friend is sitting right next to her, which sounds just… very strange.
To avoid Yi Wanyue misunderstanding her as a very strange person, she chose to lie.
So she earnestly said: “No, I was thinking about money.”
Yi Wanyue: “?”
Qiu Baiyu: “Thinking that I now have money, and I can afford such an expensive piano, my heart just… gets hot.”
“And then it got hot to my face.”
Yi Wanyue, after hearing this, tilted her head to look at her, as if scrutinizing.
After two seconds, Yi Wanyue suddenly chuckled.
“Adorable.”
Qiu Baiyu: “?”
Yi Wanyue: “You’re really adorable.”
Qiu Baiyu: “??”
Does this word really have anything to do with her??
Yi Wanyue looked at her bewildered expression and laughed even more happily.
She thought she looked even more adorable this way.