Transmigration: The Cannon Fodder Suddenly Made a Comeback!
Chapter 313 Grandpa, You Scared My Guest

Chapter 313: Chapter 313 Grandpa, You Scared My Guest

When he was brought in, Zhou Wenshu was still in a fog.

He hadn’t been driven away?

He had actually been allowed in?

And this Miss Jiang had been waiting for him for many days?

Zhou Wenshu had no mood to appreciate the architecture and scenery around him that were opening his eyes for the first time—his mind was fully occupied by this mysterious Miss Jiang.

He was curious, who exactly was this mysterious Miss Jiang that both his mother and brother couldn’t stop praising?

Jiang Ye led the way to the living room.

The Jiang family’s living room was large, divided into a front and a back section, separated by glass doors in the middle.

The front room was generally used to entertain guests, while the back room was for family members to drink tea, snack, and pass the time.

Today, Old Sir Jiang was at home entertaining guests, so Jiang Ye took Zhou Wenshu straight to the back room.

Yet, he was still spotted by the sharp-eyed old sir. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

He leaned on a cane and went out to take note of the two people.

"Jiang Ye, who is this?"

Old Sir Jiang, a businessman who had been struggling for decades, still maintained an excellent spirit despite being constantly bothered by domestic and external affairs.

He wore a properly fitted black Sun Yat-sen suit, his eyes piercing, commanding authority without anger.

Zhou Wenshu’s scalp tingled instantly.

This man was clearly a significant figure.

Jiang Ye quickly started to explain, "Mr. Zhou is the music teacher hired by the eldest young lady for the third young master."

At this, Old Sir Jiang’s expression turned even sourer.

"What is this girl doing fooling around every day? Shi Xu is a high school student, where does he find the time to learn music?!"

Zhou Wenshu’s heart sank.

Could this so-called Miss Jiang be an underage girl who had bet with her own brother to bring him over?

Wasn’t this trip going to be a waste then?

Zhou Wenshu was about to bow and apologize when suddenly a voice came from above—

"Grandpa, you’ve scared my guest."

Zhou Wenshu instinctively looked up, and just one glimpse left him rooted to the spot.

A girl was standing at the railing on the second floor, wearing a long aqua dress, her bare arms slender and fair, with pale green fingertips clutching a yellowed ancient book.

Her long hair cascaded down, loosely tied with a white ribbon, gently resting on her shoulder.

Her delicate eyebrows resembled dark ink, her eyes deep as mountains, encasing cold frost; yet upon closer inspection, the frost in her eyes seemed to melt into spring water, incredibly delicate and tender.

Zhou Wenshu had never understood what it meant for someone to step out of a painting.

Now, he understood.

The girl in front of him had stepped right out of a painting.

Because her entire being resembled a classical landscape painting, shrouded in a fine mist, surreal and ethereal.

Before Zhou Wenshu could lower his head, he heard Jiang Ye respectfully calling "Miss".

A "boom" rumbled through Zhou Wenshu’s mind—was this actually Miss Jiang?

The mystery being unveiled only deepened the enigma.

This revelation made Zhou Wenshu even more nervous.

Yet the other party behaved as if nothing had happened, gracefully descending the stairs.

As she approached close to him, Qing Qian smiled gently, giving a slight nod, "Mr. Zhou, hello, I am Jiang Li, it’s a pleasure to meet you."

Zhou Wenshu was completely at a loss. He wanted to reach out his hand, yet felt it was not quite appropriate, and worried that his embarrassed appearance would become a laughingstock to the other party.

But in Jiang Li’s eyes, there was nothing but appropriately timed kindness.

Even when Old Sir Jiang had explicitly expressed his displeasure, she merely smiled and said,

"Grandpa, your guests are still waiting, are you sure you want to discuss this matter here?"

Old Sir Jiang glanced at the guests through the glass window behind him and let out a cold grunt in resignation.

"We’ll settle this later!"

With that, he left, leaning on his cane.

Zhou Wenshu immediately felt apologetic. "Miss Jiang, I..."

"It’s okay; my grandpa is just like that." Jiang Li had already turned and was walking upstairs. "But he’s not a bad person at heart. The music room is on the fifth floor; come with me."

Jiang Ye, standing nearby, smiled and gestured for him to enter the elevator.

Only then did Zhou Wenshu wipe the sweat from his forehead and let out a sigh.

Indeed, she was a true lady of a major household—the poise, the attitude, the emotional intelligence; all were flawless.

In contrast, he was overly constrained and rather small-minded.

With this thought, Zhou Wenshu quickly adjusted his demeanor and straightened his back.

He followed Jiang Li to the music room.

The Jiang family’s music room was large, filled with every imaginable instrument, but it was clear that they weren’t very well maintained, which immediately pained Zhou Wenshu, who could tell they were all expensive.

While showing him around, Jiang Li said,

"My second uncle was also involved in the music industry, but as you’ve seen, grandpa doesn’t really like it."

Listening to her calm and gentle voice, Zhou Wenshu gradually relaxed and started chatting with Jiang Li.

"I’ve tutored before, and in families like yours, it’s quite common for parents to be unsupportive of their children pursuing the arts."

Jiang Li smiled, "Yet, this music room was built by grandpa, and he personally had all these instruments bought."

Zhou Wenshu was surprised and his lips parted, "That, I did not expect."

The old man appeared very old-fashioned and stern, and yet he had purchased such a complete set of musical equipment?

"I didn’t expect it either," Jiang Li said as she caressed a grand piano.

She had always thought Old Sir Jiang was rigid and the main problem within the family.

Her father was driven to constant labor by him, her second uncle had run away from home because of him, her third uncle’s family was also unhappy, and her young aunt had been sent abroad at a tender age.

But having lived through another life, particularly an ancient one, she now saw some things more clearly.

People are complex, and the simple dichotomy of right and wrong cannot measure whether a person is good or bad.

You shouldn’t just look; you must feel with your heart.

"Let’s not talk about this anymore," said Jiang Li. "Aunt Zhou mentioned you graduated from Beijing Music College?"

Zhou Wenshu nodded.

By now, he was much less nervous. The girl before him seemed to possess some kind of magic, making him feel a lot more at ease just by talking to her.

But he still dared not look into her eyes.

They were too beautiful, and he feared he would embarrass himself.

"This school is indeed the dream of all music students. I’ve also listened to some albums released by your studio; they’re really quite good."

Zhou Wenshu was stunned, "You’ve listened to our songs?"

"Don’t misunderstand, since I am looking for a tutor for my brother, I had to check the capability of the candidate. The songs are very good, especially the lyrics, very nicely written; I like them a lot."

Zhou Wenshu was somewhat excited, "Thank you, Miss Jiang, for your appreciation. Honestly, I wrote those lyrics myself..."

Jiang Li simply smiled without a word.

Because she knew very well what kind of storm this disheveled-looking young man would stir in the music industry in the future.