The CEO’s Substitute Wife Is A Genius
Chapter 119: Awesome, Piano Level 8!

Chapter 119: Chapter 119: Awesome, Piano Level 8!

"I just listened, it can definitely pass the review!" Mao Lili showed a professionally confident expression.

"Can you play it again? I want to listen."

"No way." Zhang Ziqi immediately put away her pad, feeling guilty and worried.

Although it was a discarded draft written by Sister Jiang Man, she might forget it herself later on, but Zhang Ziqi thought it would be better to revise it before submitting it for review.

"Was someone playing piano just now?" At that moment, Wen Rui, who was studying vocabulary on the balcony, pushed open the glass door.

She was very focused when she studied, usually able to block out any surrounding noise automatically.

But the piece just now could not be ignored, listening to it made her feel like she was by the sea in summer, refreshing and delightful.

"Qiqi played an original composition, planning to submit it to Rolling Stone Records!" Mao Lili acted as Zhang Ziqi’s spokesperson, as if she had written the song herself, very spirited.

When Wen Rui heard this, her eyes sparkled, and she immediately showed an expression of admiration.

Different family backgrounds really do lead to different starting points.

Both studying music, her own talent was having a good voice, having won a youth singing competition.

As for playing an instrument, she was completely clueless.

Original compositions, heh, that was even more of a daydream.

But Zhang Ziqi was different, according to what she said about herself, her family was well-off, her mother a primary school teacher, her father a chief physician at a top-tier hospital, they never lacked for food or clothing, and she started learning piano at six years old, now at level eight proficiency.

"That’s really impressive." Wen Rui smiled bitterly, feeling a mix of envy, admiration, and insecurity.

Praised and flattered by her two roommates, Zhang Ziqi got lost in herself, even developing an illusion, an illusion that a discarded draft rejected by Jiang Man could truly be taken and altered for her own use.

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Elsewhere, at Rong Mansion.

Jiang Man had just finished her nighttime routine and changed into a loose set of pajamas to go downstairs.

She hadn’t eaten much all day and was feeling a bit hungry now.

She wanted to rummage through the fridge to see if there was anything to snack on.

As soon as she reached the kitchen, a servant approached her respectfully.

"Miss, are you hungry? What would you like to eat? I’ll make it for you."

Jiang Man felt a bit awkward, glancing at the time on her phone, it was already past ten o’clock.

"Just boil some noodles."

"Would tomato and egg noodles be okay?" the servant asked.

"Sure," Jiang Man made an OK gesture and then turned to walk towards the garden.

She was stretching in the garden when a flashlight beam suddenly shone on her.

She immediately took out her phone and dialed a number.

The call was quickly answered.

"Wu Yingfan, itching for a beating?" Jiang Man’s voice was cold as she looked up, facing the strong light from the flashlight.

The strong light immediately shifted, now illuminating the ground at her feet.

"Ah, I’m bored, Sister Jiang Man. It’s been days, why won’t you play games with me? You have no idea, the new season is such a pitfall, I’ve been stuck in Diamond 4 forever, just can’t rank up."

"Ever heard of ’all play and no work makes Jack a mere toy’?" Jiang Man raised her eyebrows.

Wu Yingfan laughed as if he heard a joke.

Others might lose their ambition by playing, but his Sister Jiang Man certainly wouldn’t.

"What’s going on, what’s going on? Don’t tell me that guy of yours won’t let you play, huh? Hey, that guy is coming downstairs."

The flashlight wobbled annoyingly in Jiang Man’s direction.

She turned her head and crossed the living room, indeed seeing a man coming down the spiral staircase, also in home clothes, barely dry from his shower.

He walked towards the kitchen, seemingly chatting with the servant.

Jiang Man glanced briefly and then withdrew her gaze: "I’m hungry, I’ll eat a bowl of noodles and go to sleep. If you’re bored, go buy me some musical instruments."

"That won’t do, the shops are all closed this late at night." Wu Yingfan muttered, "Can I mooch a bowl of noodles at your place? Your husband shouldn’t mind, right?"

"Do you have any sense of propriety..."

Before Jiang Man could finish her sentence, the person on the other end immediately hung up the phone.

Beep beep beep...

Jiang Man listened to the busy signal, speechless.

Soon, she heard noise coming from the villa next door, someone rushing downstairs and forcefully shutting the security door.

Haha? He really had the nerve to come over?

Ding dong—ding dong—

The gate was rung, the sound rhythmic.

The servant immediately went to open the door.

Seeing Wu Yingfan, the servant wasn’t surprised.

Between neighbors, they had all gotten to know each other well.

The servants all knew that a young man lived next door, who was the young mistress’s good friend.

Just didn’t know what the young man wanted with the young mistress this late.

Shameless as ever, Wu Yingfan grinned, "Came to scrounge a meal at your place, just cook an extra bowl of noodles for me."

"Ah?" The servant blinked in bewilderment.

Jiang Man walked over from the garden and aimed a kick at Wu Yingfan’s leg, "So thick-skinned, who said you could come?"

"Sis Man, I’m really hungry," Wu Yingfan rubbed his hands together, pleading miserably.

"I’m not the one cooking, and this isn’t my house, will you please act with some sense?" Jiang Man was somewhat fierce, like scolding a child.

She was negotiating married life with Lu Xingzhou, he knew that, yet here he was causing trouble.

"Young mistress, the young master said to let Mr. Wu in, he will cook an extra bowl of noodles," another servant said as she came from inside the villa, reporting out loud.

Jiang Man furrowed her brow, "He’s cooking?"

"Yes, the young master started cooking himself after he knew you wanted to eat noodles," the servant said.

"???" Jiang Man was astonished.

Having been with Lu Xingzhou for so long, he had always seemed aloof, the very picture of a proud young master.

Could he actually cook? By himself?

"Yo, then my thanks to Mr. Lu!" Wu Yingfan had no shame, laughing as he confidently strode toward the villa.

He walked in as if entering his own home, casually changing into slippers and meandering around the villa.

Jiang Man rolled her eyes, too lazy to bother with him, and headed straight for the back kitchen.

Reaching the glass door, she indeed saw the tall figure of a man, dressed in home clothes, with an apron tied around him, vigorously stir-frying at the stove.

The fire was blazing high, the steam from the pot was billowing, and the aroma seeped through the door cracks, wafting into her nostrils and almost drawing out her cravings.

They say a man who is focused has a charm about him; he doesn’t need to do anything earth-shattering, just a small deed can be very attractive.

Like when a wife stands on tiptoe to hang clothes, and the man reaches over to hang the hangers on the clothesline, saying to his wife, "You rest, I’ll hang them."

Or like when a light bulb at home is out, the husband brings over a ladder, and the wife stands beside him, watching as he rolls up his sleeves to replace the bulb.

Such trivial matters, but each one is a moment when a man’s charm shines.

This charm is not the rush brought on by hormones, but a sense of belonging related to the home.

It was at this moment that Jiang Man suddenly felt a sense of having a home.

In this home, someone cared if she was hungry and would cook for her.

How nice.

Jiang Man stood there, the corners of her mouth unconsciously lifting, not even she noticed.

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