Su Wanwan had lived in the countryside for eighteen years; she probably hadn't even seen a piano before. Su Nian was no pushover either, fully aware that Su Wanwan intended to sabotage her. Yet, just sabotaging and then running away? Such a thing simply did not exist in this world. Only when Su Wanwan was pushed in front of the piano, staring blankly with no clue where to place her hands, did things get truly interesting.
Seeing Su Wanwan frozen in place, Su Nian's lips curled into a triumphant smile. Su Wanwan loved to put on airs? Then today, she would let her pretend to her heart's content.
"Sister, don't you want to teach me?" Su Wanwan arched her brows arrogantly, her tone brimming with contempt, "With your intelligence, even if I taught you, you wouldn't learn."
[Probably not!] [I've seen plenty like this in real life! Let her come try! If she can really play a complete piece, I'll twist off my head and let you all sit on it like a stool!]
"Since you're so skilled in music, why not let me witness it?" Su Nian smiled faintly, grasping Su Wanwan's hand and feigning sisterly affection as she dragged her toward the piano.
Su Wanwan was only slightly annoyed by the livestream but quickly reconsidered — in a few days, she would have to face the old man anyway; it was inevitable that she would appear publicly.
Su Wanwan stepped to the piano, her dark eyes casually glancing at the rapidly scrolling comments. Suddenly, the comment section froze for five seconds, as if the phone itself had stalled.
The next moment —
"Mom? Did I just see a fairy?""Giao... Tell me this is the result of some tenth-level beauty filter!""Someone give me her ID, does she livestream?"
Su Nian was stunned. Su Wanwan had only shown her face, yet the viewers were this excited. Some even began tipping, driving up the heat and attracting more spectators.
Su Nian stood behind Su Wanwan, fists clenched so tightly her sharp nails dug into her palms, jealousy flashing in her eyes. She was not unattractive, even could be considered pretty, but as long as Su Wanwan was present, she was nothing but a mere background figure.
"Sister, let's begin." Su Wanwan sat at the piano, her slender, graceful fingers falling upon the pristine keys. Without even looking at the sheet music, she played a piece.
The opening chord alone was unmistakable to anyone familiar with the piano. The melody was striking, the rhythm flexible and segmented with clear divisions. It was an extremely difficult composition, demanding high technical skill — a true hallmark of the Grade 10 piano exam.
Su Nian's eyes instantly widened like copper bells.
Isn't this the very piece she had to play when taking her Grade 10 exam?
[Chopin's Fantaisie-Impromptu? Quite impressive.][That piece gave me a hard time when I was preparing for the exam.][So fluent! This piece is tough — playing it versus playing it well are vastly different.]
New arrivals in the chat, many piano aficionados, began chiming in.
"Followed! Incredible.""You're following the wrong person; this is the streamer's sister.""Hey, what happened to the one who said she'd twist her head off and let us sit on it?"
Su Nian stood dumbfounded, unable to recover for a long time. Only after Su Wanwan finished and rose did she belatedly close her gaping mouth.
How could it be… how could Su Wanwan play so masterfully?
Her mind scrambled into a fog as she hurriedly shut off the livestream. Had she... unintentionally given Su Wanwan free publicity?
Some unknown person had recorded the segment, and within twenty minutes, it soared to the top of trending charts.
When Fu Ziyang saw it, he immediately forwarded it to Fu Liangmu. Fu Liangmu opened the video and saw a woman with lowered, serene eyes radiating confidence, playing the piano. Comments below flooded with questions about this "little fairy."
Some dug deeper and found Su Wanwan's account, stumbling upon 80,000 comments in the only post she had reshared — a charity announcement.
Her followers had exploded from fifty-six to a staggering 100,000.
Such meteoric growth was truly astonishing.
Throughout the journey, Su Wanwan's phone buzzed incessantly until she finally uninstalled the social app and silenced all notifications.
At home, Su Wanwan changed into her pajamas and headed to the bathroom. When she opened the door, a thick mist clouded the room, and a faint silhouette stood inside.
She startled, stepping back hastily.
"Sorry, I didn't know you were in here."
Hearing no running water, she assumed Fu Liangmu was not bathing but was surprised to realize he was.
Through the hazy steam, she heard his voice.
"It's fine, I've finished."
Su Wanwan shut the door with a bang.
Five minutes later, Fu Liangmu emerged, towel in hand, drying his damp hair.
"Come, help me dry it."
Su Wanwan blinked in surprise, quickly moving forward to seat him before the mirror. She picked up the hairdryer, switched on the warm air, and gently dried his hair.
Her pale fingers slid through his jet-black strands; the contrast of colors was striking. The hair was silky smooth, tickling her fingers as they passed through.
"All done."
Su Wanwan set down the dryer.
"Hmm, I brought you some dessert on the way back."
Following Fu Liangmu's gaze, she opened the box immediately.
"Well then, I won't be polite!"
Having eaten little at dinner with Fu Ziyang, she was still hungry. She savored every bite, quickly finishing three small cakes with delight.
"Thank you."
Fu Liangmu sat opposite her, shaking his head lightly, a smile curving his lips.
"Well, I'll... take a shower now?"
Just as Su Wanwan rose, he murmured lowly, "Don't move."
The next second, his hand reached out, his slender index finger gently wiping the cream from the corner of her lips.
Su Wanwan's lashes fluttered violently. At that cool touch, her heart galloped like a runaway stallion.
Whether intentional or not, Fu Liangmu slightly turned his cheek, revealing most of his flawless, handsome face.
The warm light cast sharp shadows on his chiseled profile — stunningly handsome, infuriatingly perfect.
"I... I'll do it myself."
Su Wanwan grabbed a tissue, hastily wiped her mouth, and fled toward the bathroom like a startled animal.
Fu Liangmu chuckled softly.
At that moment, his phone vibrated.
He picked it up to find another post from Fu Ziyang.
Upon opening it, his expression plummeted from clear skies to a raging storm — a grim, icy glare fixed intently on the screen.
Simultaneously, a phone rang from the bathroom.
"Hello?"
"Wanwan! Something's terribly wrong! Someone's slandering you online!" Xia Kelan cried out urgently.
"I sent you the post. Go check it out — which reckless fool dares to provoke the eldest madam of the Fu family?"