The Legitimate Daughter Doesn’t Care!

Edited By Adrian

“We can go to sleep when you are done.”

Xu Xinduo found this sentence very strange but didn’t know how to protest.

Tong Yan got up and went to the piano. After sitting down in front of the piano, he put his phone aside and asked, “What do you want to hear, I will play it for you.”

“Little Star.”

“OK, I’ll play it.”

Xu Xinduo once again busied herself making biscuits in the kitchen while listening to the sound of the piano. Needless to say, making biscuits like this was really artistic.

After playing [Little Star], Tong Yan changed the movements of his fingers and began playing “For Elise”.

When this melody was played, everyone who heard it understood its meaning.

This was a song written by Beethoven… dedicated to the girl he liked.

Tong Yan was so shy that he didn’t dare to watch Xu Xinduo’s expression in the video during the whole process. Dropping low-key hints paves the way for a future confession.

However, he did not expect that the effect would be counterproductive.

After hearing this melody, Xu Xinduo turned around and glanced at the mobile screen. She suddenly felt a little angry and decided to ignore him while making biscuits.

The reason for getting angry was none other than Tong Yan always acting sultry.

Scumbag!

After finishing playing, Tong Yan finally summoned up the courage to look at Xu Xinduo. He was a little discouraged seeing Xu Xinduo still making biscuits.

Not moved at all… Steel Girls were probably like Xu Xinduo.

(T/L: Steel Girls means girls who are not easily moved emotionally and don’t have an interest in relationships.)

But on second thought, it also meant that Shao Qinghe and the boys who liked to beat around the bush couldn’t make it to Xu Xinduo’s heart. He felt a little relieved.

Forget it, don’t worry, take your time…

♠♠♠

Shao Qinghe was doing planks in his room.

There was no fitness equipment in his room, including an exercise mat. On the other hand, the floor was too hard so he could only do planks on his bed.

At that time, someone knocked on the door of his room lightly. He hummed slightly before getting up and taking the towel to wipe off the sweat from his face. After that, he went to open the door.

Once he opened the door, Mother Shao was standing outside with pastries.

Shao Qinghe raised his head and glanced at the clock. It was already eleven o’clock in the night. It was not the right time for his mom to give him pastries.

He took a deep breath. He still welcomed Mother Shao in with a smile, took the pastries and put them on the table in his room. He asked, “What’s the matter, mom?”

Mother Shao hesitated before saying, “Qinghe…Can you…”

Before Mother Shao could finish speaking, Shao Qinghe interrupted her: “No, I don’t want to.”

Mother Shao: “…”

Even if Shao Qinghe had already refused, Mother Shao did not leave. She walked in and sat on the sofa, fiddling her fingers in anxiety, as if thinking about ways to persuade Shao Qinghe.

Shao Qinghe pursed his lips and clenched his fist secretly, but still pretending to be calm outside. He walked over and said: “Mom, go chat with Aunt Mu and drink some tea…”

“I don’t want to get along with her. She looks forward to it every day. I don’t like it.”

“I don’t want to get along with her. She stammers a lot and I don’t like it.”

“Really?” It’s obvious that both of you are really depressed.

Edited By Adrian

“We can go to sleep when you are done.”

Xu Xinduo found this sentence very strange but didn’t know how to protest.

Tong Yan got up and went to the piano. After sitting down in front of the piano, he put his phone aside and asked, “What do you want to hear, I will play it for you.”

“Little Star.”

“OK, I’ll play it.”

Xu Xinduo once again busied herself making biscuits in the kitchen while listening to the sound of the piano. Needless to say, making biscuits like this was really artistic.

After playing [Little Star], Tong Yan changed the movements of his fingers and began playing “For Elise”.

When this melody was played, everyone who heard it understood its meaning.

This was a song written by Beethoven… dedicated to the girl he liked.

Tong Yan was so shy that he didn’t dare to watch Xu Xinduo’s expression in the video during the whole process. Dropping low-key hints paves the way for a future confession.

However, he did not expect that the effect would be counterproductive.

After hearing this melody, Xu Xinduo turned around and glanced at the mobile screen. She suddenly felt a little angry and decided to ignore him while making biscuits.

The reason for getting angry was none other than Tong Yan always acting sultry.

Scumbag!

After finishing playing, Tong Yan finally summoned up the courage to look at Xu Xinduo. He was a little discouraged seeing Xu Xinduo still making biscuits.

Not moved at all… Steel Girls were probably like Xu Xinduo.

(T/L: Steel Girls means girls who are not easily moved emotionally and don’t have an interest in relationships.)

But on second thought, it also meant that Shao Qinghe and the boys who liked to beat around the bush couldn’t make it to Xu Xinduo’s heart. He felt a little relieved.

Forget it, don’t worry, take your time…

♠♠♠

Shao Qinghe was doing planks in his room.

There was no fitness equipment in his room, including an exercise mat. On the other hand, the floor was too hard so he could only do planks on his bed.

At that time, someone knocked on the door of his room lightly. He hummed slightly before getting up and taking the towel to wipe off the sweat from his face. After that, he went to open the door.

Once he opened the door, Mother Shao was standing outside with pastries.

Shao Qinghe raised his head and glanced at the clock. It was already eleven o’clock in the night. It was not the right time for his mom to give him pastries.

He took a deep breath. He still welcomed Mother Shao in with a smile, took the pastries and put them on the table in his room. He asked, “What’s the matter, mom?”

Mother Shao hesitated before saying, “Qinghe…Can you…”

Before Mother Shao could finish speaking, Shao Qinghe interrupted her: “No, I don’t want to.”

Mother Shao: “…”

Even if Shao Qinghe had already refused, Mother Shao did not leave. She walked in and sat on the sofa, fiddling her fingers in anxiety, as if thinking about ways to persuade Shao Qinghe.

Shao Qinghe pursed his lips and clenched his fist secretly, but still pretending to be calm outside. He walked over and said: “Mom, go chat with Aunt Mu and drink some tea…”

“I don’t want to get along with her. She looks forward to it every day. I don’t like it.”

“I don’t want to get along with her. She stammers a lot and I don’t like it.”

“Really?” It’s obvious that both of you are really depressed.