Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

There were half-written arrangements scattered on the ground. On many pieces of paper, two lines were written on them with a pen and then all were crossed out. There were seven or eight such pieces of paper next to the chair where Qiao Nian was sitting.

After she replied to Guanyan's message, she put her phone aside again. She propped up her long, straight legs under the table and glanced at the waste paper scattered on the ground out of the corner of her eye.

Qiao Nian bent down to pick up a piece of paper and held it up to the light.

The white paper is not thick to begin with. When the light passes through the white paper, the line of scrawled writing on it becomes even more eye-catching.

Qiao Nian looked at it as if she had found inspiration. She immediately sat up straight and picked up the pen again, writing a string of notes on the paper.

"Knock knock."

Half an hour later, there was a knock at the door.

Qiao Nian's eyes wandered and she said without raising her head: "The door is not closed."

Ye Wangchuan came in from outside.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw that the girl had only turned on a light. Under the dim light of the desk lamp, she was sitting cross-legged in front of the desk. Her dark hair was casually draped over her shoulders. She was wearing loose casual clothes. Her slender white neck was facing towards her. His lower body was submerged in his collar, and his whole body exuded a rare sense of leisure and ease.

Ye Wangchuan walked over and asked in a hoarse voice, "What are you writing?"

"Huh." Qiao Nian moved slightly and turned to look at him: "Tsinghua University is participating in an arrangement competition. There is no one in the traditional musical instrument group, so I will participate in it instead."

This was exactly what he thought.

"Yeah." Ye Wangchuan was not too surprised. He saw the pieces of waste paper scattered on her table and on the ground. He stepped forward to pick up one for her and threw it into the trash can. He said casually: "Is it going well?"

Qiao Nian watched him clear the table for her, let go of the pen in his hand, and let his arms hang casually beside the chair, looking lazy: "It's not bad."

Ye Wangchuan had already packed away the unwanted scraps of paper on her desk, leaving only the one she had on hand. It had a lot of music scores written densely on it, and there were also traces of ink smudges, which should have been written by Qiao Nian in the process of arranging the music. Any inappropriate places were immediately deleted.

"I barely made a prototype." Qiao Nian looked at him: "I'll have to polish it more carefully later. It's best to try the effect on an instrument."

Ye Wangchuan quickly tidied up the desk that she had messed up. He stood as tall and straight as a pine tree, standing under the soft light, and his loving eyes seemed to be seductive: "You think about it?" How are you going to celebrate your birthday?"

"Huh?" Qiao Nian's mind was either the arranger or Nie Qingru, but she didn't think about herself at all.

Seeing her looking at him in confusion, Ye Wangchuan knew that she had completely forgotten her original intention of coming back. His slender fingertips unconsciously pressed between his eyebrows, and he sighed helplessly: "Your birthday is coming soon, and you haven't thought about how to celebrate it?"

Qiao Nian came to his senses now and said indifferently: "Just have a meal."

"Have a meal?"

"Me, Qin Si, Mr. Bo, my family, your family, just these relatives and friends are all getting together to have a meal." Qiao Nian said it very casually, which showed that she really didn't think about how to celebrate her birthday.

Ye Wangchuan couldn't help but look at her, pursed his lips for a long time, and brushed the ends of her hair on her shoulders with his fingertips: "Is it that simple?"

Qiao Nian had returned his attention to the arrangement without raising his head: "What if?"

Ye Wangchuan looked at the light falling on her thin shoulders and said slowly, "Do you know how people of the same age as you in Beijing celebrate their birthdays?"