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“Just wait a bit longer.” Qi Father was always able to remain calm.

Qi Shuyun had no choice but to sit down again.

“Ding——”

The clock in the study struck two o’clock exactly, and Xu Wenyao still had not arrived, not even a phone call.

“Dad!” Qi Shuyun stood up.

Qi Father’s face also darkened, this ticket was supposed to be an opportunity to get closer to the Xu Family.

Unexpectedly, Xu Wenyao was really that stubborn.

Downstairs.

The time had already passed.

The Old Lady Xu’s complexion also grew gloomy.

For the sake of that woman, Xu En moved out of the Xu Family’s old house, and now Xu Wenyao was also missing out on the ticket because of the Ji Family.

She stood up, looked towards Mrs. Qi, and said solemnly, “Don’t worry, I’ll give an explanation to Shuyun about this matter.”

“Old Madam, I know you have Shuyun’s best interests at heart,” Mrs. Qi said with narrowed eyes, “We won’t attend the wedding the day after tomorrow. I hope you can understand.”

Xu En’s second marriage, and the partner is an unknown person.

Though the wedding was grand, some people would go out of respect for Xu En, while others couldn’t be bothered to pay homage.

The Qi Family looked down on these social circles, but Mrs. Qi and Qi Shuyun were still planning to go, after all, after Qi Shuyun married into the Xu Family, Ji Mulan would be her mother-in-law, at least partially.

Mrs. Qi also planned to accompany Qi Shuyun to give the Xu Family some face and to put some pressure on Ji Mulan.

However, Mrs. Qi was now very dissatisfied with Xu Wenyao’s attitude.

She decided not to attend the wedding and would not let Qi Shuyun go either.

**

Science and Technology Museum.

The lecture by Academician Ma was about to conclude.

The last part was the question-and-answer session.

Bai Lian arrived late and had no seat, so she stood in the corner with Tang Ming and Ning Xiao.

Jiang Fulai had left after accompanying Bai Lian to the exhibit, as he had put aside a pile of work to find Bai Lian; accompanying her to dinner was manageable but attending Academician Ma’s lecture was unnecessary.

There were people in the back rows, and Bai Lian, holding her phone, put on her Bluetooth headset when the Q&A started. Her phone lit up, and she casually swiped to check it.

It was Jian Zhongyou.

Dean Jian: “[Screenshot]”

The screenshot showed a conversation with Pu Xiaohan, who said she was in Jiangjing.

Dean Jian: “[?]”

A simple question mark, inquiring why she didn’t visit him while she was in Jiangjing.

Bai Jian: “[.]”

Dean Jian: “[Location]”

Dean Jian: “There’s a small student performance the day after tomorrow. Want to come see it? Classical music ensemble.”

He sent the location of Jiangjing Music Academy.

He also sent Bai Lian a photo, a group shot of classical instruments at the venue, with over a dozen guzhengs, and besides these, there were guqins, flutes, pipas…

These instruments, played by students who had practiced for a long time, along with arrangements and direction by the tutors.

Just imagining it told you how good it would sound.

Jian Zhongyou was arranging music for Yan Lu, and Bai Lian wanted to find an opportunity to thank him, but the day after tomorrow was really not possible, coinciding with Xu En’s wedding, so she honestly replied that she didn’t have time.

Dean Jian was speechless: “[.]”

Dean Jian: “[Today?]”

He was asking her out to meet today.

With no classes in the evening, Bai Lian thought for a moment and didn’t refuse.

The lecture hall was very quiet. After messaging Tang Ming and Ning Xiao, she quietly slipped away from the back.

Sitting in the front row, Academician Ma, who was listening to other teachers answer questions, watched Bai Lian sneak out early.

And he could only sit there, powerless, Academician Ma: “…”

**

Jiangjing Music Academy.

Upon receiving Bai Lian’s address, Jian Zhongyou quickly stood up from his seat, holding his phone as he walked out, excitement faintly visible on his face.

People he encountered along the way would nod and smile at him.

His mood was obviously very good.

When he met two girls in gowns on the road, Jian Zhongyou nodded to them and asked, “Are you participating in the performance the day after tomorrow?”

The two girls, not expecting Dean Jian to greet them first, bowed and said, “Yes, Dean Jian!”

Dean Jian recognized one of them who played “The White Robed Journey”; he himself was famous for playing that piece, and the Bai Lian he was about to meet could play it too.

He then smiled at her, “Good luck.”

And with hands clasped behind his back,

He hummed an unknown tune as he walked out.

After he left, the girl in the purple gown excitedly turned to her companion. She had noticed that the last comment from Dean Jian was directed at Bai Shaoqi, “Shaoqi, do you know Dean Jian? He actually greeted you! Has he been paying attention to you for long? Does he want to take you on as his last disciple?”

At the entrance.

Mrs. Song, wearing a coat, walked inside, hearing the girl’s last remark, “Look at this, what’s going on? A last disciple?”

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