Chapter 542 That Heartless Scoundrel

Because he stayed at the provincial capital base for an extra week, Luo Zhenguo flew over every day to exchange for crystal cores.

He wasn't tired, but Ling Ran was.

I'm leaving tomorrow.

In total, Luo Zhenguo exchanged 10 million crystal cores.

It has to be said, the Beijing base is truly wealthy.

Of course, Ling Ran also made a lot of money, which is why he allowed Luo Zhenguo to switch back and forth.

Luo Zhenguo coughed.

He knew perfectly well that the other party had seen through his intentions long ago, yet still let him have his way. How could this not be considered a form of favoritism?

"Then I wish you a safe journey and a pleasant trip."

As Luo Zhenguo spoke, he added, "After returning from your trip, you held a concert at the provincial capital base, so you've come to our Beijing base, right? Luo Han has been looking forward to your arrival these past few days and plans to take you to Beijing for sightseeing."

Luo Han, standing to the side: "..."

He really will thank you.

Why do we always have to bring him out to talk?

He doesn't want to come next time.

I simply can't face adults.

Ling Ran did not give a definite answer: "It depends on the situation."

She's been living quite comfortably at the provincial capital base lately. Before, she was too lazy to wash her hair every day, so she could just use magic to make herself clean.

But ever since the two Tonys washed her hair and gave her a massage, Ling Ran has been enjoying the hair washing process.

Most importantly, these two people were very pleasant to talk to, as were the other people, and the service was also good.

After Ling Ran finished dealing with Luo Zhenguo and he left, she called a pianist to play the piano for her.

Recently, she has taken a liking to piano music, especially when she is getting her nails done or eating. Listening to soothing piano music is incredibly pleasant.

Ling Ran ate her snacks while watching the pianist.

In the corner, Pei Xiu and the others watched this scene with slightly furrowed brows.

"Do you think my sister has a crush on that pianist? He's just average-looking."

“But the master has been watching this pianist for several days in a row.” Su Yimo’s expression was solemn.

The pianist was of above-average appearance; not to mention others, many people in the team were far more attractive than him.

Hu Meiying spoke the truth: "But she really has a great presence, the kind of presence that comes with being an artist, especially when she plays the piano, she's radiant."

Upon hearing this, everyone else glared at Hu Meiying.

"Don't talk nonsense, where is the elegance?"

"Exactly, it's supposed to be glowing? Where's the light? Sunlight? You novelists just love to exaggerate."

"If you really want to shine, I think I am. After all, I'm handsome, especially with my new hairstyle, I'm even more radiant."

"Pei Xiu, please turn off your flashlight when you say that, it's blinding."

"Alright, stop joking around, let's get serious. Back to the main topic, what if the adults really take a liking to that pianist?"

A moment of silence.

After a moment of silence, Su Yimo said, "That's wonderful. Although I don't think anyone is good enough for you, sir, if you take a liking to someone, then you might take a liking to someone else in the future, who knows..."

"Maybe what?"

"Cough, it's nothing."

Why are you blushing if there's nothing wrong?

"It's too hot."

"Oh."

"What are you 'hehing' about?"

"You know perfectly well what I mean, you scumbag."

Say it again.

The rivalry between the pianist and the group that had just formed five minutes ago disbanded instantly.

A fight broke out outside the villa shortly afterward.

Hu Meiying paced anxiously nearby, pleading, "Stop fighting! Stop fighting!"

Zhou Hang shouted from the side, "Go, Xiu-ge!"

Ling Ran, who had done nothing, was still watching the pianist when the setting sun shone into the balcony. Suddenly, Ling Ran stood up and said, "Xiao Cheng, let me try."

The pianist, Xiao Cheng, stopped playing and gave up her seat.

Then he saw Ling Ran sitting on the piano bench. Her fingers were not very nimble at first, pressing the keys on the piano with varying degrees of lightness and hesitancy. Her control of the force was obviously not good, but her hands were very coordinated. She was not flustered, and each finger landed on the key she was supposed to press.

Gradually, she seemed to have mastered the dynamics, and the music began to flow smoothly.

Xiao Cheng looked on, utterly shocked.

Is this a copy of the piece he just played?

What incredible talent!

What a terrifying memory.

Indeed, outstanding people excel at everything they do.

Wait, is he going to lose his job?

In the courtyard.

The fighting stopped, and everyone's first reaction after noticing Ling Ran playing the piano was: Oh, so the adult is learning the piano, not that she has a crush on the pianist.

Sure enough, the adult is still the same adult.

Their worries seemed so unnecessary.

For some reason, while they breathed a sigh of relief, they were also somewhat disappointed.

To put it bluntly, who wouldn't want to be chosen by God?

A smooth piece of music was played quickly. Although it didn't convey much emotion, it still sounded very nice to those who didn't understand it.

Not to mention, it was Ling Ran who played it.

As soon as he finished playing, applause erupted, and compliments poured in one after another.

"You're amazing! You can copy the pianist's piece just by listening, without even looking at the sheet music."

"Perfect! I can't think of anything more suitable for an adult than that word."

"To be honest, Xiao Cheng is just so-so. I feel that he doesn't play with the same emotion as the adults. The piece the adults just played completely brought me back to my first love, which was my lost youth."

“Yes, I also remembered my childhood and the life I had with my grandmother in the countryside.”

"I burst into tears, can you believe it? It was played so well, this music should only exist in heaven, it is rare to hear it on earth."

Ling Ran looked at Wu Tong, who was crying loudly at her feet, and kicked him away: "Don't smear your pig tears on my shoes."

"Waaaah, my lord, I'm so touched!"

"Yes, keep a low profile."

"Sir, please play one more song."

"I'm not playing anymore, let's eat."

"Oh, that's such a pity. I don't have the chance to hear another song."

"Ugh, I think I'm going to be emo tonight."

"You scoundrel, who agreed to that?" Su Yimo covered her chest, looking at Chen Le with a wary expression.

Chen Le: "..."

You f*** yourself.

He's such a jerk and so narcissistic.

Nothing was said that night.

The next morning, the tour guide and driver we had arranged arrived on time.

Two Tonys, a nail technician, and a bunch of musicians surrounded Ling Ran: "Sir, can't you really take us with you?"

"Without our help, this journey would have been too arduous."

"Yes, adults' hair has to endure so much wind and sun, it's so tired."

"I'll be the one to protect the big nail art."

"How can adults manage without music when they're out and about?"

Ling Ran was surrounded by women talking to her, while Zhen Zhifan and several managers stood aside, unable to say a word.

These clueless bastards!

Zhen Zhifan was so jealous that he was unrecognizable.