Chapter 18 Jiang Jingyan and the Tao Family Go Public
The heater in the car was turned on low as Yan Baiqing didn't like a stuffy environment.
But Chen Qingdong was upset. He signaled the driver to turn up the speed and handed over a handkerchief, "Wipe your hair."
"Thanks."
The snow that drenched her head melted into water, dripping with water.
Chen Qing took off her scarf and found that her hair was tangled in the zipper of her coat, and she pulled at it for a long time.
"I'll help you."
Yan Baiqing reached out and patiently pulled out the tangled hair. "Why did you run out alone?"
"Buy something."
He raised his eyes.
Chen Qing looked down at his hands, eyebrows, and eyelashes, where a few drops of water were hanging precariously. His nose and lips were particularly red.
The appearance of a delicate and lovely girl.
"alright."
Chen Qing pulled it down a bit, revealing the blue V-neck sweater underneath.
Yan Baiqing was tall, and his eyes instinctively dropped and then quickly moved away.
She was completely unaware and wiped it carefully.
While I was standing outside the car, snow got into my collar.
"Mr. Yan." Chen Qing folded the handkerchief and said, "If it's dirty, I'll compensate you."
"No, you keep it."
She pursed her lips, picked up the shopping bag, and took out a square box of pastries. "Here, you take it."
Yan Baiqing turned his head and recognized the sign of a popular online store. It had been on the local headlines some time ago and there was a long line of people waiting for scalper numbers.
He suddenly laughed, "Do you always have a back-and-forth with everyone you meet?"
Chen Qing held the box seriously and said, "You are so kind to give it to me. This is what I should do."
Yan Baiqing was silent for a few seconds, then took over and asked, "What's your major?"
"Department of Chinese Music, Erhu."
"I remember Mrs. Luo was a coloratura soprano. She actually accepted students who played musical instruments."
Chen Qing smiled. "Mrs. Luo is interested in folk musical instruments. Even if she's not a professional, she knows more than the average person. I got a great bargain without knowing it."
Yan Baiqing raised his eyebrows.
A watertight answer.
Mrs. Luo was specially recruited by the art troupe in her early years, won the third-class merit, performed on a national stage, and was later recommended for graduate school. Not long after graduation, she was in her current position.
Everyone who has come into contact with her knows how arrogant and difficult she is. Every year, many students are sent to her to become her disciples, but they are all turned away.
Chen Qing is an exception.
Yan Baiqing stroked the pastry box and said, "Since she is willing to cultivate you, it must be because Qing'er has qualities that Mrs. Luo appreciates."
Chen Qing didn't notice his reticence and pointed ahead, "Just drop me off on the side of the road."
The driver stopped the car.
She wrapped her scarf around her neck, revealing only her eyes. "Thank you for troubling me today."
"You are welcome."
Yan Baiqing watched her go until the white dot disappeared into the crowd.
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Mrs. Luo is a person who is too strict in business matters.
Chen Qing accompanied her on tour. Apart from practicing the piano every day, he also helped her with daily chores, so Mrs. Luo basically didn't have to worry about anything.
During the last performance, Chen Qing rubbed Mrs. Luo's head in the backstage lounge.
"It's a good thing you're here." Mrs. Luo patted the back of her hand. "My headache is really terrible."
"Uncle Luo brought you some medicinal wine. Let me heat up a pot."
"Forget it. I'm sleepy after drinking that stuff, and my brain is slow. Let's wait until the show is over."
Mrs. Luo has a long-standing problem with migraines. She has been forcing herself to work these past two days and looks much more haggard.
Chen Qing took the time to patiently massage the acupoints, which could provide most of the relief.
Suddenly, the cell phone rang.
Mrs. Luo answered the call and turned on the speakerphone.
"Is it over?" It was Mr. Luo, and it sounded like he was outside. "I'll go home tomorrow."
"Not yet, you're ahead of me. I'll finish today, take the group dinner tomorrow, and be back the day after tomorrow."
"Where's Qing'er?"
Chen Qing leaned over and said, "Uncle Luo, I won't be going home the day after tomorrow. I'll go back to school directly."
"Reporting so early? School still has three or four days to go, right?"
"The school dormitories will open a week early, so I won't bother."
Mr. Luo was about to say something when Mrs. Luo interrupted him. "It would be good if she could go back to school earlier. You still remember Lao Cui from the folk music ensemble? He said Qing'er is very intelligent. He wrote a letter of recommendation and has a spot reserved for her in a performance in the middle of next month. She can go back and discuss the time with her teacher."
When talking about this matter, Mrs. Luo talked endlessly.
At the end of the conversation, Mr. Luo smiled and said, "I forgot to tell you that Jingyan seems to have officially announced his relationship with the Tao family in Xicheng."
Chen Qing's brain rumbled.
"So soon? I haven't heard Mr. Jiang mention it."
"He's such a taciturn person. I only found out about this last night when I happened to run into a few directors of the Chamber of Commerce. Regardless of whether this news is true or not, there's definitely something going on."
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