Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!
Chapter 151: Divine Assistance

Chapter 151: Chapter 151: Divine Assistance

Ruan Yingtong’s eyes were large and round, her soft eyelashes long and curled, her smile as bright as peach blossoms.

Feng Ye, accustomed to the famous beauties of Beijing, usually saw smiles that either concealed teeth or were insincere and false. It was his first time seeing a girl’s smile so pure and innocent, bright as peach blossoms.

He was momentarily dazzled by her smile.

Despite being from the entertainment industry, her smile was so genuine and naive, like a piece of pure, flawless white jade.

Yun Yue pursed her lips in a smile, stroking her little head. It looked like it was time to prepare a mentorship gift.

Xiao Chen and another player had played two rounds, winning one round each, proving to be evenly matched.

By three o’clock in the afternoon, all the competitors had finished performing, and since the event was broadcast live, the scores were publicly transparent and the rankings were announced.

A total of fifty competitors took part, but only 21 made it into the Piano Association.

In previous years, there were 40 slots, but this year a few outstanding participants emerged, causing many competitors’ scores to plummet, and the requirements were raised, so the rest could only blame their bad luck.

"Ruan Yingtong? Who is she?" Shen Xuan saw the final rankings, her fists clenched tight, her nails digging into her flesh.

She had thought that her score of over eighty would be the highest this year, but unexpectedly, Master Yao Nan had given her a full 100 points.

She had found out her score shortly before it was announced. She had been shopping and muted her phone, not realizing it until Zhao Min called her.

Bai Hui frowned, "Someone scored 100 points? Could it be someone with connections?"

She had inquired about the historical scoring of the Piano Association’s participants. Xuanxuan scoring 82 was already high, with last year’s highest being only 80, even Master Yao Nan’s direct disciple had received just 98.

Shen Xuan’s face turned sour. The Piano Association was notorious for its strictness. It wasn’t possible to get in through connections.

Even if Master Yao Nan was partial, one still needed the actual talent, and it wasn’t like the other judges were deaf.

Shen Lin never expected someone to ace with a 100 points. Annoyed as she felt, she could only accept it in silence.

It seemed becoming Master Yao Nan’s direct disciple was out of reach now.

At that moment, Shen Xuan received a call from a strange Beijing number. She hesitated before answering.

"Is this Shen Xuan?"

"Yes, I am. Who is this?" Shen Xuan tightened her grip on the phone, her heart racing with nervous anticipation. Only someone from the Piano Association would call her at this time from a Beijing number.

"I am Cheng Jianfeng, vice president of the Piano Association. I am considering taking you as my disciple; would you accept?"

Shen Xuan’s breath caught, and she looked up at Shen Lin for advice.

Shen Lin nodded. Master Yao Nan surely had chosen Ruan Yingtong as his disciple. As a vice president, Cheng Jianfeng had some say in the Piano Association, and becoming his disciple wouldn’t be bad either.

"I am willing," Shen Xuan said, feeling resentful but also knowing this was probably the best option left. Otherwise, she’d end up just another ordinary member of the Piano Association.

"Alright, the day after tomorrow we will hold a ceremony for you to formally become my disciple. Come to the Piano Association then, and I’ll introduce you to some of your seniors," Cheng Jianfeng ended the call after speaking, leaving Shen Xuan holding the phone, taking a deep breath.

Shen Lin spoke with a smile, "Cheng Jianfeng is the vice president of the Piano Association. Becoming his disciple is quite good."

Shen Xuan, with her score of 82, indeed fell a bit short of being Master Yao Nan’s disciple. Even without Ruan Yingtong, she might not have caught his eye, especially considering that his chief disciple had scored 98.

Shen Xuan felt a pang of disappointment. She thought she had played very well, but still, Master Yao Nan only gave her 82. How well must that person with 100 have played?

At that moment, Zhao Min sent her a message, which she clicked on to read.

"Shen Xuan, I can’t believe Ruan Yingtong is actually Zuo’er Youyuan."

Shen Xuan’s nails clung desperately to the edge of her phone case, evoking the sense of Zuo’er Youyuan.

She certainly knew who Zuo’er Youyuan was; the piece she played was inspired by her. She hadn’t expected that she would also participate in the examination.

She logged into Weibo and saw that Ruan Yingtong was trending in the top few spots.

The foremost one read, "Master Yao Nan is ready to take Ruan Yingtong as his disciple, the apprenticeship feast is to be scheduled."

She briefly glanced at the next few and then turned off the screen, having no desire to continue scrolling.

"Xuanxuan? What are you thinking about, let’s go," Bai Hui pulled at her; the Chen family’s car had arrived to pick them up.

The day after tomorrow is the apprenticeship feast, they had to go back to prepare. The Shen family had not been notified yet, but they would surely be thrilled if they knew this news.

Although Shen Xuan hadn’t become Master Yao Nan’s disciple, Mr. Chen knew the difficulty was extraordinary and being Cheng Jianfeng’s disciple was also commendable, as the Chen family might need her help in the future.

On the way, Bai Hui called the Shen family to share the good news. For such a grand celebration as the apprenticeship feast, they ought to come to Beijing to join the excitement.

Shen Jinhao called her, and she answered with a slight lift of her lips.

Her brother Jinhao had been doing well in Beijing recently, having made a few friends, and was planning on investing in a project. He called her now that he heard she had become Cheng Jianfeng’s disciple.

Yun Yue and the others were worn out from playing, leaving Tianxi at half-past six, the sky dimly dark, surrounded by brightly lit high-rise buildings.

The evening breeze brushed her face, which was a bit chilly, and a large, slightly rough hand enveloped her small one, rubbing it for a moment, its warmth causing her to instinctively withdraw.

The owner of the hand seemed to anticipate her retreat and immediately tightened his grip, the warmth infiltrating her skin, making her earlobes redden.

Her eyes cloudy with mist, her apricot eyes exceedingly attractive, the fine features dazzled Xiao Chen.

"Hmm?" She hadn’t spoken in so long her voice sent tingles through his ear, causing his body to shiver lightly.

"It is too cold."

From her angle, Yun Yue looked directly into his dim, unfocused eyes, which were as piercing as torches, causing her to look down involuntarily, her gaze fixating on the bobbing of his Adam’s apple, then sinking, lower her eyelids.

Not quite understanding what he meant, the next moment she saw him remove his suit jacket and drape it over her.

The jacket smelled faintly of tobacco, but more than that was a unique masculine fragrance, like a perfume, or perhaps a sedative; she couldn’t help but inhale it deeply.

Damn!

What kind of aphrodisiac was this man, luring her in with his scent every time?

Yun Yue inwardly swore softly, wanting to remove the jacket, but his large, strong hands grasped her small ones firmly, allowing her to feel the coarse calluses.

"Don’t move, just wear it like this," Xiao Chen said commandingly, with a trace of a smile on his lips.

Yun Yue: "..."

"Let’s get going, it’s too cheesy," Mo Fan shivered, regretting why he had looked in their direction, and rubbed his arms.

It was indeed cold in Beijing, even though it was April, and he had not brought extra clothes when he arrived.

"Here, wear this."

A coat was handed to Mo Fan. Feng Ye was tilting his chin, a provocative look in his eyes.

"Thanks," Mo Fan took it without hesitation, slipping it on, and appreciated its scent.

Feng Ye snickered, casting a meaningful glance at someone nearby, thinking to himself, Master Chen was quite something!