Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!
Chapter 118 The Stolen Score

Chapter 118: Chapter 118 The Stolen Score

Liang Qian gritted her teeth, "Stop playing the good guy, I don’t need your help with my issues."

Could she really have such good intentions to help her?

Crocodile tears.

"Oh, then I also have a video of you bullying someone just now, what do you think about me posting that?"

Liang Qian’s gaze turned cold, "What do you want to do?!"

She took a deep breath and tried her best to control her emotions, fearing that she would slap her face into a pulp with one swing of her hand.

"Don’t worry, I’ll keep the video for now, won’t release it any time soon."

Yun Yue sat on the toilet, her slender fingertips coldly replying to messages. It was not her intention to eavesdrop on their conversation, it just happened to reach her ears. She raised her eyebrows, her lips curling playfully.

Dog eats dog?

She squinted her eyes as she flushed the toilet and opened the door, a defiant and roguish tilt at the corner of her eyes, her gaze nonchalantly sweeping over the two before leaving the restroom.

The two didn’t seem to expect someone else to be in the restroom, and it was Yun Yue.

Zhao Min looked proudly at Liang Qian’s pale complexion, her chin slightly lifted as she strutted out.

Liang Qian stood in place, her cold gaze fixated on the door, her palm painfully pinched into several blood marks.

Why could she always catch her at her most pathetic?

She always looked at her with that presumptuous, arrogant gaze, as if mocking her imperceptibly.

Just because she was from a poor rural family didn’t mean she was inferior, riding on her real dad marrying into the Lin Family, a father-daughter pair living off others. In fact, she wasn’t any less than her!

After washing her hands, she stood in front of the mirror to make sure there was nothing unusual about herself before straightening her back and walking out of the restroom.

Regardless, she, Liang Qian, was from a newly wealthy family in Lan City, her family was also considered rich there, richer than most – and that was enough!

She had to find an opportunity to plan properly.

"Liang Qian, why are your eyes so red? Who bullied you?" Liang Qian’s deskmate asked with concern.

She lowered her eyes, her voice not quite normal, "No, just got some sand in them."

Her gaze drifted towards Shen Xuan’s place, where Zhao Min stood discussing piano music she couldn’t understand.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed down her jealousy.

Her family had only recently become wealthy, whereas Zhao Min had grown up with money and had received a lot of investment in her education, learning everything but not excelling. Still, it was much better than not knowing anything like herself.

She had no talent for piano or painting, but she did enjoy acting – if possible, she would like to enter the entertainment industry.

She looked down at Weibo, this celebrity was only 17, debuted two years ago, and was getting hotter by the day, already acting alongside many big names. She thought she could definitely do it too!

"What you said makes sense, maybe I should give it a try." Shen Xuan smiled sweetly, putting the corrected piano score into her backpack. Liang Qian watched her movements.

She seemed to treasure that piece of music, as she had been seen carrying it around these past few days.

She lowered her eyelids, the corners of her lips curving upwards, perhaps she knew how to deal with Yun Yue now.

The next day, as Yun Yue and Zhang Ziyue returned from the cafeteria, they heard piano music from the art building enter their ears.

Both of them stopped, and Zhang Ziyue couldn’t help but say, "Shen Xuan’s piano is getting better and better. Though the tune is quite different from her usual, it’s still not bad – I’m getting drawn into the music."

Yun Yue pursed her lips and lifted her eyes to the second-floor window, a hint of doubt in her eyes. There was a small part of the piano music that sounded familiar to her, but she wasn’t entirely sure.

"You go ahead, I’ll listen for a bit longer." She said to Zhang Ziyue, who was seated next to her on a stone bench.

"All right then, but come back soon." Zhang Ziyue thought Yun Yue just wanted to listen to the piano, as the music had a calming effect and assumed she liked it. As she had to go back to do her homework, she didn’t stay with her.

Yun Yue sat on a stone bench, her long, slender legs carelessly stretched out, her delicate fingers gently tapping on the bench along with the piano music.

After listening to a section, the person upstairs stopped, then after a while started playing again.

She recorded it on her phone this time, feeling that the piano music was familiar but still not quite sure, and then she opened WeChat.

"Listen to this piano music; isn’t a small part of it similar to a section in yours?"

The other person seemed to be busy and didn’t reply to her message, so she put away her phone and walked toward the teaching building.

Liang Qian stood in the corridor of Class One, still thinking about how to deal with Yun Yue, when she saw her from afar sitting under the art building, staring at the second-floor piano room, lost in thought. She immediately took a photo with her phone; Yun Yue was asking for it.

Looking at the photo on her phone, the resolution was very good, capturing Yun Yue’s face clearly. She smiled malevolently, anticipating the drama that was about to unfold.

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"Shen Xuan, what are you looking for?" Liang Qian leaned in, her lips curled in a smug, sinister smile beneath her face mask.

Shen Xuan’s face looked somewhat unsightly, and she said coldly, "Sheet music."

After saying that, she continued searching with her head down, dumping everything out of her bag, and scoured her entire desk, her complexion growing colder.

Without looking back, she left the teaching building and headed for the art building, with Liang Qian and Zhao Min following behind her with different thoughts on their minds.

"I just saw Shen Xuan storm out of the teaching building, her expression terrifyingly cold; I don’t know who has offended her. It’s the first time I’ve seen her like this." Wang Ning was sitting by the window; he had just happened to be looking out from the edge.

A fragrant breeze wafted to his nose, the scent was pleasing, followed by Shen Xuan’s cold and fearsome look crashing into his view. One could only imagine how terrible the expression beneath her face mask was.

Indeed, the prettier the woman, the more you shouldn’t provoke them.

Their tempers could be fierce, one outdoing the other.

Gu Yue furrowed his brows and stopped writing to walk outside.

Wang Ning nudged Yang Xing, who was sleeping next to him, his eyes on the disappearing classroom door: "Wake up, it’s time for a show."

"What kind of show? What’s there to see?" Yang Xing, eyes still closed, lay on the desk, unable to get up, his voice lazy. Studying was draining him dry.

His brain cells were nearly burnt out from seven-digit addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division.

"It’s a show between Shen Xuan and Young Master Gu. Hurry up, or it’ll be gone." Wang Ning pinched the flesh of his thigh.

"Ouch! That hurts!"

He sat up with renewed energy, glaring at him, tempted to grab a chair and smash it over his head!

"Let’s go, let’s go! Hurry up! We can come back and sleep after watching!"

Yang Xing got up impatiently, his brows furrowed, his hair straight and stiff, "It’d better be a good show, or you’re in for it."

"I’m going too."

Usually, when a few buddies hung out together and saw these two leaving, they followed along. To tell the truth, they did enjoy watching the interactions between Young Master Gu and Shen Xuan.

Ever since the start of this term, Shen Xuan had been noticeably indifferent toward Young Master Gu, who, in turn, kept chasing after her, a sign of his unbelievable patience.

"Could it have been stolen?" Liang Qian said, looking at Shen Xuan’s dark expression.

"Stolen? Who would steal sheet music!" Zhao Min scoffed, then reconsidered the possibility.

After all, this sheet music was what Shen Xuan intended to use to seek a master’s apprenticeship. If someone had stolen it, they either wanted to prevent Shen Xuan from securing the apprenticeship, or they wanted to claim it as their own.

"Shen Xuan, think carefully again. Could it be left at home?"

Zhao Min was getting anxious too; she was counting on Shen Xuan to give her a helping hand.