Even if Chen Bei was a good-natured man, didn't he still have a mother who had a long-term plan for him?

Jiang Mingyi nodded, "I know, I'll try my best."

Gu An'an smiled and pinched the young man's cheek. "I knew Yi'er was cold on the outside but warm on the inside."

The sudden action made Jiang Mingyi instinctively on guard, but in the end he let Gu An'an do whatever she wanted on his face.

She seemed to really enjoy pinching their cheeks and rubbing their heads.

Out of respect for her being an elder, I decided not to hold it against her.

Soon he was alone in the room, and even the scent that had followed Gu An'an in slowly dissipated.

Jiang Mingyi tidied the bookshelf, looked at the bed sheet and blankets with a stray hair, hesitated for a moment, then pinched the sheet between two fingers and pulled it off.

He still didn't like the strange taste.

Similarly, I don't like that young master of the Chen family either.

Chen Bei didn't care at all. There were plenty of people who disliked him, so why would he care about Jiang Mingyi?

"As long as you like it, little sister Zhu'er, that's fine. I do have a sheet music at home, and someone will bring it over in a couple of days. You can learn from this sheet music then."

Jiang Mingzhu hesitated slightly, "Actually, I don't like it that much, but my brother likes to play the zither. He says that burning incense and playing the zither can calm the mind."

“That’s true. I apologize for bothering you before. I’ll write another letter and ask my family to bring the zither that my uncle gave me. I’ll present it to you, brother, as a gift.”

Jiang Mingzhu refused repeatedly upon hearing this, saying, "There's no need to go to such lengths."

"It's alright, I have plenty of pianos at home."

Jiang Mingzhu: "..." Although she knew it was the truth, it still left a bad taste in her mouth.