Transmigrated as A Farm Girl Making Her Family Rich-Chapter 223 - 222 The Arrogant Little Girl

Chapter 223: Chapter 222 The Arrogant Little Girl

In such an elegant loft, your outstanding talents will be admired by others, no matter if you are poor or wealthy.

Mrs. Mo appeared in the loft at the time, and after she finished playing a tune,

her stunning appearance, along with her skill at playing the qin, were admired by those rich young masters.

The men present, looking at this veiled lady, even though they only saw a blurred face, could tell from that blur that she was a beautiful and wealthy young lady, both talented and beautiful.

Such a woman was a catch for any gentleman; her curvaceous figure sparked wild thoughts among some of the young masters.

Some of the rich young masters who knew Mrs. Mo wanted to exhibit their talents to her.

Reciting poetry, playing the qin, showing off their various other abilities.

It was all to catch the attention of Mrs. Mo.

At the time, among the scholars who came to Shangjing for the examination, Mr. Mo stood out for his looks. It was only a shame that his clothes were not very fine, but even so, many daughters of wealthy families turned their eyes toward him.

Mrs. Mo was one of them. Among the many brightly dressed men, it was Mr. Mo, in his plain clothes and carrying the aura of a scholar, that caught her eye.

At the time, she didn’t think much of it; she was there just because her close friend had invited her, not with the intention of meeting any particular man.

Her close friend, of course, also displayed her own talents, hoping to attract the man she liked.

Among the many men, Mr. Mo’s looks were somewhat outstanding; his plain dress made some rich young masters dismiss him.

After they had taken turns showing off their talents, some wanted to embarrass this handsome man, thinking that a poor student might be capable in his studies

but possibly clueless about music and unable to play any instrument. Someone intentionally made things difficult for Mr. Mo, giving him a challenging piece to play.

Mr. Mo didn’t want to play the qin at that time; he admitted that among so many wealthy young masters, his playing was not remarkable.

He had learned the qin and music instruments only because his teacher, besides teaching them their lessons, would also teach them some music to relax during their usual studies.

It wasn’t enough to be a bookworm; one should have other talents, and even if one failed to pass the exams, one should still have a skill to make a living.

Mr. Mo could play the qin, albeit not very superbly, so those who wanted to make him look foolish did not get their wish.

Mr. Mo finished his piece and, being a rather low-profile person, simply because of his looks, became the target of others’ jealousy and obstruction.

Then came the challenges of reciting poetry, with such puzzles aimed to trouble him.

Mr. Mo’s knowledge was rather good, and he could match the poems well.

He may not have been supremely talented, but among those rich young masters, he was not a man of no accomplishment.

Mrs. Mo was drawn to this plainly dressed man, but she was not overwhelmed with infatuation, vowing to marry no one but him.

Latter, after they met several more times by chance, the two slowly learned about each other’s identities and became friends.

The love story of Mrs. Mo and her husband faced many obstacles, not just those from relatives, but also from those wealthy young masters who went out of their way to trouble Mr. Mo.

This 𝓬ontent is taken from fгeewebnovёl.co𝙢.

In that exam, Mr. Mo, unknowingly had been given a laxative in his drink by someone, and he had to go to the restroom during the exam.

He fell ill during the three-day exam, his sickness affecting his performance, and that time he did not succeed, but he did gain the unwavering love of Mrs. Mo.

Mrs. Mo arrived at the doorway where her husband was teaching students and discovered that, indeed, it wasn’t her husband playing the qin. Instead, it was a little girl performing alongside Young Master Tang Shunyan.

Over the past two or three days, Mrs. Mo had already learned from Lady Tang that the county magistrate’s daughter was very talented, capable in the arts of Qin, Chess, Calligraphy, and Painting.

At the time, she believed it to be an exaggeration about a five- or six-year-old girl, thinking that no matter how skilled, it must be adults’ flattery.

Now, hearing the little girl play in person, just as Lady Tang had said, the girl was indeed young and might lack the strength in her playing. However, when she played the musical piece, it truly felt impressive.

The qin music revealed the little girl’s mood and temperament—she seemed very competitive and proud.

Mrs. Mo stood silently at the doorway between two classrooms. The teacher had emerged, but the students inside dared not stop their practice.

Mr. Mo spotted his wife by the classroom door, his face flushed red. A man’s dignity was being trampled on before his wife.

Yet he had to pretend to be indifferent, not to be looked down upon by others or to let them see his inner thoughts.

Even in front of his wife, Mr. Mo’s manly pride sometimes required concealment. Among a loving couple, there are secrets and a desire to save face.

The couple exchanged glances, with the music being played as a backdrop to their silent exchange of information.

His wife signaled to her husband not to mind. Let the little girl showcase her talent. After all, she was just a little girl and not a member of their household—merely a guest.

She wouldn’t be here every day. As employees, sometimes they must endure others’ pride.

Sometimes, one might end up trampled underfoot by others. The couple had decided that for the sake of the future, they would overlook such small matters unless they were significant.

Mr. Mo’s eyes told his wife not to worry. How could he, a grown man, quarrel with a little girl?

After finishing her performance, Meng Zhaojun stopped playing, casting a proud glance at those in the classroom.

She didn’t rush to stand up. From the faces of the Tang Family boys, she could see their admiration for her.

This was the outcome she desired, for many to acknowledge her excellence, and especially for Tang Shunyan to be aware of it.

Having noticed the woman standing at the classroom door, who she knew to be the teacher’s wife from the neighboring classroom, Meng Zhaojun didn’t care about the thoughts of someone by the door.

She only cared about one person’s opinion—Tang Shunyan. As long as the others thought she was amazing, that was enough to match her status as an official’s daughter.

To make her parents and family feel proud of having raised her!

“Meng Zhaojun, please step outside. This is a classroom and your playing can no longer disrupt our teacher’s lessons,” said Tang Shunyan, who could no longer hold back.

Indeed, Meng Zhaojun’s playing had interfered with the teacher’s instruction and the students’ practice.

It wasn’t that they didn’t value music—some were very fond of it. Having engaged a teacher, they were determined to learn and excel.

Upon hearing Tang Shunyan’s words, Meng Zhaojun’s expression changed briefly, but she managed to restrain herself, not wanting this young man to dislike her.

Meng Zhaojun stood up, as if wanting to say something. Her mouth moved, but in the end, she didn’t speak. Casting one last look at the spectators who provided no enthusiastic applause, she stamped her foot in frustration and walked out.

Seeing the little girl come out and that there was nothing further concerning her, Mrs. Mo returned to the classroom.

Meng Zhaojun stood at the doorway, her gaze lingering on the two classrooms, reluctant to leave.