The Mad Heiress Played Innocent, and the Third Master Fell Hard - Chapter 65

A work of art best reflects a creator’s state of mind.

Those seemingly chaotic musical notes from just now…

These were actually Yu Guiwan’s feelings at the time.

He was not wrong.

She… never got better.

All of this is an illusion.

Jiang Yuhuai’s hands trembled slightly as he placed them on the piano keys.

Yu Guiwan, standing to the side, lowered her eyelashes and remained silent.

For a moment, the music room was quiet except for the birdsong outside.

After a long silence, Jiang Yuhuai withdrew his hand, his voice slightly hoarse, “It sounded very good. I didn’t expect you to have such a good musical talent.”

Yu Guiwan looked at his hands with a deep gaze, “You play the piano very well too.”

His skills and speed far surpass those of ordinary people.

This is definitely not as simple as just being able to play the piano.

Jiang Yuhuai smiled and glanced at her sideways. “Do you like my music?”

Yu Guiwan raised an eyebrow.

“I happen to have some inspiration too, how about I send you a piece of music as well?”

“Okay,” she said, her eyes crinkling with a smile.

Her clear eyes shone brightly, possessing a powerful allure, like the light of dawn.

Not at all like it…

Jiang Yuhuai turned his gaze back to the black and white piano keys.

His gaze lingered for a few seconds before he raised his hand.

Yu Guiwan’s gaze fell on his hands.

The well-defined knuckles of the hand placed on the piano resembled a perfect work of art.

His fingers are long and slender; each note falls as if dancing and leaping on the piano, graceful and moving.

Yu Guiwan rested her face on one hand, looking at him with a serene gaze.

The first half of the piece is filled with hope, waiting, and anticipation…

Each note is like a child who has received the most anticipated candy and wants to hide it carefully, but accidentally loses it.

The child desperately wanted to find that candy again…

But fate played a cruel joke on him.

He found it, but fate took the candy away.

The child watched helplessly as the candy he had been searching for for so long disappeared from his world.

From momentary joy to sudden sorrow and suffocation.

Yu Guiwan’s gaze paused for a few seconds.

Her gaze fell on his profile.

The light fell on his face, softening his features.

With a flick of the finger, the notes leaped forth once more.

The melody seemed to have changed once.

This time, it seems… everything is coming back to life.

There is always a chance to start over.

Just like her.

Yu Guiwan listened to the music playing under his fingertips, slightly lost in thought.

She didn’t even notice when the music stopped.

Jiang Yuhuai stared intently at her.

He chuckled softly before she came to her senses, “So? Do you like this piece?”

Yu Guiwan looked at him, “This piece…you wrote it?”

He nodded. “Yes, do you like it?”

Yu Guiwan’s lips curled up slightly, “It sounds quite nice.”

“Piano music is like life; you won’t know what kind of story a piece is telling until the very last moment.”

“So… that was your story?” she asked, looking at him.

Jiang Yuhuai smiled and asked, “What do you think?”

Yu Guiwan smiled but did not answer the question.

…

In the study.

A cloud of smoke billowed around.

Jiang Yuhuai held a cigarette between his fingers, exhaling smoke that blurred his silhouette.

His gaze was deep as he stared at the notebook he had brought from the music room on the desk.

Although the notes may seem messy, they actually follow certain patterns.

Jiang Yuhuai once saw someone’s manuscript.

Although their handwritings were completely different, the two shared a small habit.

A little habit that no one will notice.

Jiang Yuhuai took a piece of white paper and, following the order in which he had played the music, used a pen to connect the positions of each note.

After a while, he put down his pen, gently held the white paper, and quietly looked at it.

A star suddenly appeared on the blank sheet of paper that was originally empty.

Special creative symbols.

A special sorting pattern.

Was all of this a coincidence, or…?

…

at the same time.

On the other side.

Song Zhiyu waited outside the laboratory.

He still couldn’t believe that Professor Yang would so easily remove him from the lab for the sake of a girl.

Unfortunately, he did not get to see Old Yang.

I did meet other professors, though.

Song Zhiyu quickly stepped forward to stop him, “Professor Zhang, please help me. I can’t leave the lab like this. Besides, you know my experiment will be successful soon, I must…”

Professor Zhang shook his head. “Professor Song, this time, we may not be able to help you.”

Song Zhiyu’s expression froze. “Why?”

“When you choose to help your students, don’t you think about the impact our lab will have?”

Upon hearing this, Song Zhiyu was taken aback for a moment, then quickly explained, “I just…”

“You don’t need to explain to me anymore, there’s no chance to salvage this situation.”

Hearing this, Song Zhiyu felt a chill run down his spine.

Professor Zhang frowned. “Actually, even outside the lab, with your abilities, you could still have a good job.”

Song Zhiyu shook his head. “It’s different.”

In Beijing, what job can compare to the Peking University laboratory?

This is more than just a job.

More importantly, what he received in the laboratory was the adoration and fawning of countless families.

How could it possibly be found elsewhere?

Seeing his stubbornness, Professor Zhang sighed silently and then left.

He knew he could no longer persuade Song Zhiyu.

So I don’t want to do anything pointless anymore.

Song Zhiyu stood dejectedly at the laboratory door.

Just yesterday, he was Professor Song, the respected head of the drug testing laboratory.

Today, however, he has been removed from the lab.

He is nothing here anymore.

What should we do in the future?

No.

no.

He can’t just leave like this.

There must be another way.

Song Zhiyu squinted, seemingly lost in thought.

Then he turned around, left the lab, hailed a taxi, and left.

His movements were naturally being closely watched.

“Hey, Professor Yang, Song Zhiyu has left the lab. It seems he’s heading somewhere. Should I arrange for someone to follow him?”

Holding his phone, Mr. Yang said, “No need. No matter where he goes, it won’t change the outcome.”

“good.”

He continued, “Keep an eye on all the exits of the laboratory, and don’t let Song Zhiyu get any closer to the laboratory.”

“yes.”

After leaving the laboratory, Song Zhiyu took a taxi to the outside of the Yu family villa.

He didn’t have the guts to go to Tan Garden.

After weighing the options, since he had offended Yu Guiwan, that’s why Elder Yang removed him from the laboratory.

Perhaps we can start with the Yu family.

Song Zhiyu got out of the car, looked at the luxurious villa in front of him, straightened his clothes, and then walked over.

The doorbell rang.

The butler came out and saw someone entering through the door.

The face looked somewhat unfamiliar, yet not entirely unfamiliar, as if I had seen it somewhere before.

Song Zhiyu habitually raised his chin slightly and said, “I am Song Zhiyu from the Peking University laboratory. I have something I would like to see the Yu family head about.”

The butler was taken aback. “Professor Song…?”

Hearing the familiar address, Song Zhiyu nodded, “It’s me.”

The butler snapped out of his daze and hurriedly stepped forward to open the door. “Please…please come in first, I’ll go inform the head of the family.”

He wasn’t worried that Yu Mingsheng would be displeased.

This is a professor from a Kyoto University laboratory.

They still delivered themselves to our doorstep.

It’s likely that Yu Mingsheng would be displeased if he was too slow in inviting people in.