The Mad Heiress Played Innocent, and the Third Master Fell Hard - Chapter 64

Those who can sit in this position are mostly the heads of various laboratories.

Everyone was shocked after hearing what Old Yang said.

“Professor Yang, why did you remove Professor Song from the lab? His research is nearing completion, and there’s a high probability he’ll overcome the Medical Bureau’s problem. Removing him now would be…”

Most of those present were elderly people from the laboratory.

Professor Song’s abilities have indeed been recognized by them.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have become the head of the laboratory.

Upon hearing this, everyone else at the conference table nodded in agreement.

In their view, nothing is more important than experimentation.

Sitting at the head of the table, listening to the discussions below, Old Yang spoke without changing his expression, “There’s no need to say anything more, I’ve already made my decision.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the others’ expressions turned grim.

Although we are all among the heads of the laboratory.

But compared to Elder Yang, he held the power of life and death over all the laboratories.

He does have the right to remove someone from the lab without notifying anyone.

But before this, Old Yang had never done anything like this.

We consult with them on many things.

This made them feel respected.

But now, Old Yang’s sudden and forceful decision left everyone present stunned.

They also realized what was happening in a daze.

In this laboratory, Professor Yang holds absolute authority.

A highly respected professor spoke up, “Old Yang, we won’t interfere with your decision, but since it concerns such an important matter as the removal of a lab director, shouldn’t we also find out what exactly happened?”

Upon hearing this, many people nodded in agreement.

“Yes, we know that you, Mr. Yang, are not someone who cannot distinguish right from wrong, but we also need to give an explanation to the outside world.”

The relationship between the Peking University laboratory and the major families in Beijing is intricate.

To rashly dismiss a person in charge.

At the same time, we also need to give an explanation to the families behind us.

Old Yang’s face remained expressionless.

He suppressed the matter at the police station, concealed Yu Guiwan’s identity, and simply recounted the cause and effect of the incident in a concise manner.

No matter how strong the laboratory is, they must never embarrass the laboratory in public.

Li You’s hand injury is indeed a very important matter.

But what she shouldn’t have done was hurt an innocent person.

They even took the matter to the police station.

Professor Song was also dragged into it.

After hearing this, everyone present was speechless.

Old Yang looked at everyone with a serious expression. “This matter is decided. If anyone still has objections, they should find a way to eliminate the negative impact at the police station.”

“As long as it can restore the laboratory’s reputation without expelling Song Zhiyu, I can agree.”

After these words were spoken, everyone fell silent.

They certainly don’t have that ability.

Someone hesitated for a moment, then spoke up, “What about the Fang family…”

Old Yang paused for a moment, then said, “If the Fang family has any objections, then let them come to me.”

…

Tan Garden.

Yu Guiwan slowly went downstairs.

She seemed to be in relatively good spirits.

Jiang Yuhuai’s expression was gentle. “What are you planning to do this afternoon?”

Ling Feiyan is on vacation for the past two days.

She’s also busy with her album project.

We are preparing to shoot a music video.

Jiang Yuhuai didn’t say much and approved her leave.

Yu Guiwan took a bite of meat, then said, “Let’s watch a show.”

Nothing makes her happier than watching melodramatic soap operas.

Jiangdong and Jiangxi initially couldn’t understand it, but eventually chose to become numb and accept it.

Jiang Yuhuai chuckled softly, “Looking at it for too long will make your eyes uncomfortable.”

Yu Guiwan glanced at him lazily and swallowed the food in her mouth.

“so what?”

Jiang Yuhuai coaxed, “Shall I teach you to play the piano?”

Yu Guiwan: “…”

She paused in her act of picking up food, and looked at him expressionlessly.

Jiang Yuhuai raised an eyebrow and asked, “What’s wrong? Is it not allowed? Or are you planning to wait for Ling Feiyan to come back before you start learning?”

Yu Guiwan took a bite of the rib, the cartilage crunching loudly.

“Okay, you teach me.”

It had a kind of gritted teeth feel to it.

Jiangdong and Jiangxi dared not utter a sound.

Jiang Yuhuai seemed to know nothing and smiled happily, “Okay, after dinner, we’ll go to the music room.”

Yu Guiwan didn’t want to talk to him.

…

An hour later.

In the music room.

Yu Guiwan sat on the piano bench.

Jiang Yuhuai was sitting next to him.

He was flipping through her notes.

Jiangxi prepared tea and snacks for them, and I happened to glance at them before falling silent.

Anyway, he didn’t understand it.

Jiang Dong was handling other matters in the living room. When he saw him come out, his expression was somewhat unusual, so he casually asked, “What’s wrong?”

Jiangxi’s expression was very complicated. “So… what do you think of the effect after the young mistress learned to play the zither?”

Jiang Dong paused in his typing, looked up, and asked, “What do you want to say?”

He had heard Yu Guiwan play the zither.

It’s not that it sounds bad, but it’s not exactly pleasant either.

Jiangxi was speechless. “I just saw the young mistress’s piano notes, and they were full of… scribbles.”

Jiang Dong: “…”

…

Meanwhile, in the music room.

Jiang Yuhuai patiently read through dozens of pages of scribbles in his notes.

He chuckled and pointed to the scribbles on the paper. “Who taught you this?”

Yu Guiwan glanced at it and lazily uttered, “Teacher Ling taught it.”

“She asked you to draw these?”

“No.” A complicated look flashed in her eyes. “Teacher Ling said that I should write down whichever musical notes I like.”

That’s not some kind of scribbles.

Instead, it was a musical notation she created herself.

Everyone has their own creative habits.

Inspiration can sometimes be fleeting.

When she creates art, she doesn’t like to follow the rules, so she just draws symbols that only she can understand.

I just didn’t expect him to understand it.

Jiang Yuhuai placed the notebook on it, then raised his hand.

Yu Guiwan’s eyes flickered as she watched his movements.

One note after another flowed smoothly from his fingertips.

It looks like a bunch of messy, scribbled symbols.

It turned out to be a piano piece.

The last note faded.

Jiang Yuhuai’s brows were tightly furrowed, and he couldn’t relax them for a long time.