Chapter 62 What other surprises does this woman have that he doesn't know about?

Upon hearing the reprimand, Jiang Wanqiu subconsciously glanced at the person who had come in. However, Zhao Wenchang, standing beside her, didn't even bother to give Sun Xiaomei a look, and instead raised his long, slender fingers to knock three times on the wooden door of the "Principal's Office."

"Thump, thump, thump."

Sun Xiaomei's cheeks burned with anger at his dismissive attitude. She was, after all, a teacher at the school for children of employees. How dare he be so disrespectful!

After the door opened, she immediately squeezed in with the two of them, crossed her arms, and leaned against the door, waiting to see how Principal Wang would politely ask Jiang Wanqiu, this show-off, to leave.

In the office sat a man with a receding hairline and a round belly, looking like a Maitreya Buddha.

Upon seeing Zhao Wenchang, he immediately stood up from his chair and warmly shook hands: "Battalion Commander Zhao, you've arrived so quickly. This must be your wife, right? Oh my, she's so beautiful!"

Principal Wang sized up Jiang Wanqiu a few times and asked some basic questions. When he heard that Jiang Wanqiu was a proper college student, and studying economics at that, his small eyes immediately lit up.

"College students are great! Cultured people!" He nodded repeatedly. "They must be quick-witted and good at math! Our school happens to have a few classes that need math teachers. How about my younger brother and sister-in-law teach math?"

Upon hearing this, Sun Xiaomei's expression changed, and she spoke up without thinking.

"Principal, this won't do!" she said hurriedly. "It's one thing to be able to learn yourself, but it's another to teach students! She has no teaching experience. What if she ruins the children's education? Not just anyone can be a teacher!"

Principal Wang's smile faded slightly, and he glanced at her sideways: "She's a college student, she got in through the proper entrance exams, how could she be inferior to someone who only graduated from junior high school?"

That one sentence left Sun Xiaomei speechless for a long time.

Her biggest weakness is her lack of education, which she hates to hear about.

Principal Wang ignored her and was about to explain to Jiang Wanqiu when he heard the girl speak softly, "Principal, besides math, I can also play the violin."

Upon hearing this, not only Principal Wang, but even Zhao Wenchang, who had been standing silently to the side, raised an eyebrow, turned his head, and a hint of surprise flashed in his dark eyes.

Principal Wang's eyes widened in surprise: "Violin?! You can play that foreign thing?!"

"That's wonderful! That's really wonderful!" Principal Wang grinned from ear to ear. "Every year at the military region's arts festival, our primary school is always overshadowed by those female soldiers from the arts troupe. They always say our programs are unsophisticated! This year we have violins, let's see what they have to be so arrogant about now!"

He immediately waved his hand and pointed at Sun Xiaomei: "Perfect timing, Xiaomei, hurry up and go to the equipment room and get Teacher Jiang that violin from our school!"

Sun Xiaomei was being ordered around, and although she was unhappy about it, she didn't dare to argue with the principal. She could only move her feet reluctantly.

A moment later, she returned carrying a violin and slammed it onto the table.

The instrument was covered in a thick layer of dust, two of its four strings were broken, and the remaining two were loose.

“Principal, this is the only one left,” Sun Xiaomei said with a forced smile. “It’s been sitting for too long, it’s gone bad.”

Principal Wang's smile vanished instantly, replaced by a grim expression: "Nonsense! I had the logistics staff maintain it just last month! How could it be broken already!"

He picked up the violin, examined it, and frowned, saying, "Didn't you look carefully enough? What's wrong with Sister Zhang from logistics? I'll go ask her right now!"

Upon hearing that she needed to find Sister Zhang, Sun Xiaomei immediately panicked.

Sister Zhang from the logistics department is a well-known iron lady in the military region. Her mouth is as sharp as a machine gun, and anyone who crosses her is doomed.

Feeling guilty under Principal Wang's gaze, she reluctantly hummed and said she would go look again, then turned and ran off once more.

This time, she dutifully brought out a violin that was completely translucent and clearly in excellent condition.

After checking and finding no problems, Principal Wang pointed to the violin beside him and said, "Talk is cheap; practice makes perfect. Now, play a piece for me!"

Jiang Wanqiu stepped forward, her slender fingers gently brushing across the body of the instrument before tucking it under her shoulder.

As soon as she adjusted the strings, her entire demeanor changed instantly.

The next second, melodious and gorgeous music flowed from her fingertips.

It was a song none of them had ever heard before, with a touch of exotic romance and lightness, like a swirling dance step that made you want to sway along.

Outside the office, the children who had just finished class were instantly drawn to the wonderful sound. They pressed their little heads against the windows, their big, curious eyes fixed on the sound.

Sun Xiaomei's face was extremely pale, her mouth slightly open, filled with disbelief.

Wow, this fancy move actually has some skill!

Zhao Wenchang stood to the side, his deep gaze fixed on the figure bathed in sunlight.

He had never seen Jiang Wanqiu like this before—confident, elegant, and seemingly radiant.

A strange, burning sensation suddenly pounded against his chest.

The music ended, but the lingering melody remained.

"Great! That's wonderful!" Principal Wang was the first to react, leading the applause with great enthusiasm, his face flushed with excitement. "Teacher Jiang! I'm officially hiring you as our school's math teacher! In addition, you'll also serve as our school's music extracurricular activity teacher, and I'll give you the highest allowance in the entire school!"

"Principal!" Sun Xiaomei was extremely unhappy when she heard this. "Didn't we agree that I would be the music teacher?"

Upon hearing this, Principal Wang waved his hand dismissively: "You're already busy enough teaching two classes of Chinese and math. Don't try to do too much at once!"

He looked Sun Xiaomei up and down, and added humorously, "Besides, Teacher Jiang can play the violin, can you? Just knowing a couple of lines of revolutionary songs isn't enough!"

Sun Xiaomei was speechless, and could only watch helplessly as Jiang Wanqiu was treated as an honored guest by the principal, who called her "Teacher Jiang" affectionately.

On their way home, the warm early winter sun shone on the two of them.

Zhao Wenchang stared at the petite woman beside him with great interest. She felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

The man suddenly chuckled softly, his voice magnetic and alluring: "Wanqiu, how many things are there that I don't know about?"

Jiang Wanqiu's heart skipped a beat. She looked up and met his unfathomable black eyes, giving him a sly wink.

“There are so many.” She deliberately dragged out the words, a playful smile curving her lips. “If you want to know, you’ll have to discover them yourself… little by little.”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wenchang smiled and remained silent for the time being.

The two entered the house one after the other. At the door, Zhao Wenchang leaned his tall frame against the door frame and didn't move.

After opening the door, Jiang Wanqiu paused, turned around to look at him, and asked, "Why aren't you coming in?"

The man didn't speak, his dark eyes fixed on her with an aggressive intensity. He leaned forward, completely enveloping her in his shadow.

"You just said you wanted me to discover it little by little?" His voice was low and tinged with amusement. "Then I'd like to discover a little bit now."

Jiang Wanqiu was trapped between the door and his strong chest in his position. She carefully moved to the side, trying to escape the encirclement that the man had easily formed: "Found...found what?"

She stuttered a little.