Qin Wenrou couldn’t hide her smugness and said, "Duanmu Heiying."

Yu Xiaochun looked confused, "Never heard of him. I only know there’s a talented Mr. Yun in our school’s Lark Orchestra..."

Qin Wenrou bristled, and the refined demeanor she managed to maintain nearly crumbled, "Don’t compare such minor figures to my Mr. Duanmu."

Yu Xiaochun stupidly replied, "Oh."

Then she asked with concern, "Wenrou, can I listen too?"

Qin Wenrou certainly hoped someone from school would attend her concert; it would be best if they could bring back tales of her shining moment in the spotlight.

This live audience impact was more effective than any publicity.

She pretended to be generous as she took out several tickets, "Of course, my friends can come. But these tickets are expensive; they’re a few hundred bucks each for the public."

Yu Xiaochun took a deep breath and held a ticket like it was a precious coin, "I’ve never been to the Imperial Music Hall... It sounds so impressive."

Qin Wenrou handed out two more to the people sitting beside her.

Then she got up and walked over to Hu Yi, "Brother Hu, you used to love listening to me play the piano. Now I have a new teacher, with innovative music styles, venturing into the new wave art style. Can you come by if you have time?"

Hu Yi looked at Qin Wenrou, a bit hesitant, and after an internal struggle, he took the ticket, "We’ll see; I might not have time."

Qin Wenrou smiled sweetly, "Okay. I’ll wait for you."

Actually, with the support of such an amazing teacher like Duanmu Heiying, and after meeting her brother-in-law, an outstanding man, her interest in guys like Hu Yi or Ao Xinghao had significantly diminished.

She didn’t even have the time to butter them up.

However, she just couldn’t stand Hu Yi buzzing around that ugly duckling.

Although she didn’t particularly fancy Hu Yi, if she could snatch him away from the ugly duckling, or make the duckling see Hu Yi being enamored with her, it would make her happy.

In short, she was merely using Hu Yi to annoy the ugly duckling.

Who knew?

While she was giving Hu Yi the ticket, Qin Xin didn’t even glance at her, with a face full of indifference.

This left her feeling a bit defeated, a bit annoyed.

Instead, Ao Xinghao nudged Hu Yi, "Get lost, if you like Bai Lianhua so much, go be her protector, stop being an eyesore here."

Hu Yi rubbed his nose, a bit aggrieved and explained, "No, I don’t like her. I just, just..."

It’s because he got a signed book from Xinghe that day, and after comparing it at home, he found the handwriting was identical to the study notes Qin Wenrou gave him.

He hadn’t been able to sleep for two nights.

No matter how he looked at it, there’s no way Xinghe could be Qin Wenrou.

Yet, Qin Wenrou’s handwriting was exactly the same as Xinghe’s.

How to explain this?

Because of this, even though Qin Wenrou had done so many annoying things before, he couldn’t bring himself to be cold to her and ignore her.

Ao Xinghao, not aware of the secret Hu Yi was holding, impatiently waved his hand in disdain, "Anyway, if you side with Bai Lianhua, then stay away from our Sister Xin! Don’t think you can have your cake and eat it too."

Hu Yi looked aggrieved, "I’m only on Sister Xin’s boat."

He intentionally glanced at Qin Xin’s notebook.

He so wished Qin Xin’s writing was similar to Xinghe’s.

But, although Qin Xin’s writing was also nice, it was very messy and casual, not as free and bold as Xinghe’s.

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Qin Xin left right after school.

Nalan Ye Jue’s car was waiting at the school gate, to pick her up and go find Xiao Shuang together.

The man handed over a gift box.

Seeing the familiar logo of the Q Emperor Studio, Qin Xin knew it was a little dress for her, and sighed inwardly: How much did this cost again? Why did she have to encounter such a prodigal man?