Wen Nian found her expression a bit amusing, and then, intrigued, he leaned against the wall like he had no bones and asked, "When did we meet?"

"It was convenient back then..."

Shen Yishu's voice abruptly stopped.

This man didn't even remember what she looked like; it's incredibly insulting.

Shen Yishu thought it would be best if he didn't remember such an embarrassing thing.

So she forced a smile, revealing two rows of big white teeth, which looked very fake. "I've never seen you before. I've mistaken you for someone else."

Wen Nian snorted and then said, "Use the bathroom quickly, then go back."

“Okay.” Shen Yishu nodded.

If she didn't need something from him, she definitely wouldn't be so polite, hmph!

Shen Yishu turned around and changed her expression, walking angrily towards the bathroom.

After washing up, Wen Nian was curled up on the sofa playing games, her long legs dangling casually on the coffee table.

Shen Yishu was once again captivated by his appearance; she had to admit, he truly had captured her heart.

Wen Nianming's gaze was fixed on his phone screen, but his profile seemed to have eyes. He coldly asked, "Have you looked enough?"

Shen Yishu felt a little embarrassed and said, "I've seen enough, I'll go back now, thank you!"

"Take your things back."

Shen Yishu asked, puzzled, "What is it?"

Wen Nian raised his chin and gestured towards the shoe cabinet.

Shen Yishu looked over and saw the little nightlight she had just given him lying there all alone.

She felt a wave of frustration. Was she really that unlikable? Or was this person just inherently heartless?

Shen Yishu said, "I won't take back what I give away. If you don't want it, just throw it away."

"I'm used to being alone and I hate being around people. If I hadn't had time to return this to you, I wouldn't have wanted you to come in tonight."

Wen Nian's voice was very pleasant; he was stating a fact without any emotion.

But Shen Yishu was so ashamed that she couldn't lift her head. She had forced the nightlight into his hand, and he was forced to accept the favor and then to repay it.

This was the first time she, a beautiful, kind-hearted, and beloved young lady, had been treated this way.

She raised her head and said firmly, "I don't want the things anymore. Consider them a thank you gift. As for the future, let's treat each other like air when we meet and not bother each other."

Wen Nian thought this was a good idea, so he said, "Okay."

Shen Yishu ran away.

When the door closed, Wen Nian thought of her reddened eyes and felt inexplicably confused and conflicted. He hadn't done anything to her, had he?

I decided to stop thinking about it and continue playing the game.

It was already 3 a.m. when he finished typing. He rubbed his sore eyes and decided to go to sleep.

As he passed the shoe cabinet, he saw the nightlight on it and the empty plug on the wall.

As if possessed, he plugged in the nightlight.

Light shone through the tiny tulip blossoms, so he turned off the light.

The room, which should have been plunged into darkness, was illuminated by this small nightlight, giving it a small patch of light.

Wen Nian suddenly felt a tremor in her heart, and a strange and unfamiliar emotion welled up inside her.

But he hated unnecessary emotions, so he turned and went into the room.

*

As preparations for the "Art Awards" began, Lin Yusheng was preparing the program at home while also participating in the first round of film promotion.

That day, Lu Zhengye came home early from get off work and found that there was something new in the house—a piano.

In the spacious living room on the first floor, the setting sun shone through the glass windows, and in front of an expensive piano, his whole world was there.

Lin Yusheng, still wearing her snow-white dance costume, sat in front of the piano, with Lu Shifan sitting on her lap, his little hands curiously plucking the keys.

The two turned their heads at the same time upon hearing the sound, and saw Lu Zhengye with gentle features.

Lu Shifan slid down from Lin Yusheng's arms and ran towards his father with his short legs.

"Dad, Dad, Mom said you can play this, is that true?"

Lu Zhengye easily held his son in his arms. He looked at Lin Yusheng, waiting for her to speak.

Lin Yusheng understood with just one look from him. She said, "Mr. Lu is very discerning. As his wife, I didn't even know you could play the piano, and I've never heard you play it before."

Her sarcastic tone made Lu Zhengye laugh.

He said, "Is it too late to play it now, Mrs. Lu?"

Any form of address that comes out of Lu Zhengye's mouth will make Lin Yusheng's heart flutter.

She smiled and said, "There's still time."

"Wow~ Daddy is so awesome, baby is so excited." Lu Shifan clapped his hands happily.

Lin Yusheng stood up from her seat and walked to the side to make room for Lu Zhengye.

Lu Shifan obediently got down from his father's arms, walked to his mother's side, and looked at his father with bright eyes.

His father is the person he admires most.

Lu Zhengye actually became nervous under the watchful eyes of the mother and daughter.

He sat down at the piano, tall and slender, the setting sun shining on him as if dispelling all the gloom.

Lu Zhengye's well-defined fingers danced across the piano keys, each stroke producing a beautiful note, gradually coalescing into a piano piece.

Lin Yusheng had little interest in or understanding of the piano since childhood.

But she also liked a piano piece, namely Zhang Yuanhe's "Heart Palpitation".

At that time, she was in her adolescence and had just begun to yearn for love.

My high school classmate secretly brought an MP3 player to school, and the earphone she handed her was playing the song "Heartbeat".

The melodious piano music seemed to evoke the image of a young girl experiencing her first love meeting someone she admires, and ultimately embarking on a passionate romance.

When Lin Yusheng expressed her feelings, her deskmate looked incredulous and said that the story behind Zhang Yuanhe's piano piece was about first love.

My deskmate looked regretful, saying that teacher Zhang Yuanhe had been blacklisted for plagiarism.

Unexpectedly, this accidental encounter reminded Lin Yusheng of old memories.

When the song ended and Lin Yusheng pulled herself out of her memories, tears were already in her eyes.

She thought that if Lu Zhengye had been born into an ordinary family, perhaps he could have gone to university and become a figure of great renown.

Or perhaps, if Lu Jiwen hadn't imprisoned Gu Wanxing, and Lu Zhengye had grown up in the Gu family, he might have lived a life as spirited and ambitious as Gu Yanting.

Lin Yusheng couldn't even imagine how dazzling he would be.

The more Lin Yusheng thought about it, the more she hated Lu Jiwen and Lu Jing.

Lu Zhengye noticed Lin Yusheng's emotions, so he stood up, walked to her side, and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"What's wrong?"

Lin Yusheng nestled her face against his palm, not answering his question, but saying, "After we get our revenge, come back to Jiangnan with me. I'll have my mother make dumplings for you."

Perhaps it was because he hadn't heard the word "Mom" in so long, Lu Zhengye was stunned for a while before he choked up and said, "Okay."