"I promise, I promise I'll practice hard and stop playing around." Chen Tiantian's eyes had lost their former sparkle, and she looked like a lifeless doll.

"I'm very disappointed in you. I didn't expect you still wouldn't understand what I was saying. Haven't I emphasized this to you many times?!"

Chen Houwen squatted down and turned Chen Tiantian's face to face: "The point is not what award you won, what I care about is what value you can bring."

"I gave birth to you, raised you to adulthood, sent you to study music. I've sacrificed so much, all I want is for you to marry into the Yu family. This is just a small way of repaying you."

Chen Houwen recalled the words that Yu's father had said to him.

"Xiao Tian is still too inexperienced. She was rendered speechless by the second son's daughter in just a few words."

"Being the eldest grandson's wife of the Yu family means sharing Jiaheng's burdens. Given the current situation, we need to reconsider our previous deal."

Chen Houwen stood up, his eyes icy: "It seems I've spoiled you too much, which is why your thinking hasn't matured. This time, I must teach you a lesson."

He turned around, walked out of the room, and left with one last sentence.

"Remember, you are not irreplaceable."

His words were like a thorn, piercing Chen Tiantian's heart.

She looked up and saw the person still standing at the door. The one who could take her place.

No, it's people who are gradually replacing me.

Lin Zhenzhen felt that venomous gaze piercing her, and she immediately felt like she was a victim of injustice.

She only came to mediate the fight, but ended up successfully unlocking a huge amount of hatred.

Moreover, what kind of educational philosophy does Chen Houwen have? He only allows one child to live in a family?

Is this raising a child or raising a treacherous monster?

Well, this is fine too. Having enough hatred makes it easier to carry out the plan.

Lin Zhenzhen yawned and leisurely went upstairs to continue sleeping.

The next day, when she went downstairs, she found that the debris on the ground from the previous night had been cleaned up.

I don't know if Chen Tiantian put it away or if the cleaning lady threw it into the trash can.

Moreover, she discovered that Wen Hongying hadn't returned home all night.

"Madam goes to the temple to stay for two days every now and then," Aunt Zhang explained, her eyes darting around, clearly hiding something.

Lin Zhenzhen nodded to indicate that she understood and stopped worrying about it.

[Hey pig, what's Wen Hongying doing?]

Let me see, she's chanting scriptures.

Wow, they actually went to the temple. But Lin Zhenzhen felt it wasn't that simple.

[Continue to observe, and record any suspicious parts. If you make another mistake this time, you're finished.]

Lin Zhenzhen gave Xiao Zhu a good pep talk before heading out to school for rehearsal.

Chen Houwen called out to her, "Why does your zither look so old?"

Because the school had other activities today and there was a shortage of violins, Lin Zhenzhen brought her own.

She wrote down the explanation: It was left to me by my maternal grandfather.

Chen Houwen frowned: "My daughter is not so poor."

He turned and went upstairs, and came down a short while later with another violin.

Lin Zhenzhen recognized at a glance that this was Chen Tiantian's treasure.

Lin Zhenzhen frowned, hesitating and not daring to answer.

"You can use this for now, and Dad will make you a new one later. Don't worry, everything I give you will be the best."

Chen Houwen directly handed the zither to Lin Zhenzhen.

Ha, you give me the best of everything? What do you want in return for that?

Did she also marry into the Yu family?

Lin Zhenzhen felt it was beneath her to carry this piano, worth hundreds of thousands of yuan, on a crowded bus.

Fortunately, Chen Houwen called a driver who took her to the school gate.

"Dad will definitely come to see your performance if he's free on Friday. Go, my darling daughter!"

Through the car window, Lin Zhenzhen also made a gesture of raising her arm in encouragement.

Turning her head, she almost threw up her dinner from the night before.

Ever since hearing what Chen Houwen said to Chen Tiantian last night, she has been unable to look at his greasy smile the same way again.

When Lin Zhenzhen arrived at school, she had just taken her violin out of its case when the boy next to her nudged her elbow.

He lowered his voice: "The Master Series signed model?"

Lin Zhenzhen explained: "Someone lent it to me, I don't know anything about it."

The boy hesitated and asked, "Did your boyfriend give it to you?"

Lin Zhenzhen shook her head.

The boy held her hand, pulled her to a corner, and whispered, "I suggest you don't use such a nice piano; it's too flashy. There are already some bad rumors about you at school..."

Lin Zhenzhen looked at him, a look of confusion in her eyes.

The boy quickly explained, "Of course, I absolutely don't believe them, but gossip can be a powerful thing. If you need a violin, I have an extra one."

Lin Zhenzhen lowered her head and typed "thank you" on her phone.

The boy ran back to the dormitory to get his violin. When Lin Zhenzhen turned around, she saw the short-haired girl who had been picking a fight with her earlier staring at her with a mischievous grin.

What was her name again? Zhang Xiaoju?

Yes, I even said I was going to slap her in the face.

Just when Lin Zhenzhen thought she could finally achieve her first face-slapping accomplishment in this little world.

Zhang Xiaoju was called away again.

Okay, that's enough for now, I'll do it next time!

Lin Zhenzhen learns things very quickly. After this period of practice, combined with the original owner's own foundation, she clearly felt that she had a more thorough understanding of the pieces she was rehearsing and that her performance was also better.

Liu Yeliang also noticed this, and in order to present a better effect, he specially adjusted the microphone on the stage to be closer to Lin Zhenzhen.

This move undoubtedly aroused the envy of some people present.

Lin Zhenzhen remained calm and unmoved despite the increasingly complicated gazes of those around her.

After finishing a morning of rehearsal, Lin Zhenzhen returned the violin to the boy and took out her phone.

During rehearsal, she felt her pockets vibrating so much that her legs went numb.

Chen Xinji sent her more than a dozen pictures and several long voice messages.

The gist of it is that Chen Houwen cleaned out the room where Chen Tiantian originally kept her medals and wanted to convert it into her piano practice room.

Lin Zhenzhen accidentally clicked on a voice message.

Chen Xinji's hoarse voice cried out on the other end: What should we do? The house is in chaos again, and you're definitely not going to have any peace.

oh.

Lin Zhenzhen pressed the lock screen button expressionlessly, completely shutting out Chen Xinji's wailing.

It's as if Chen Tiantian had previously harbored goodwill towards me.

However, something is indeed not good.

Lin Zhenzhen frowned and opened the chat window between herself and Yu Jiamu.

I've sent him five messages since yesterday.

He didn't reply at all, not even a punctuation mark.