Lan Shuang sighed, "It really is better to be your own boss."
Jiang Lusheng just smiled and said nothing.
"So what are your plans for now?" Lan Shuang supported her chin with both hands and looked at him curiously.
"First, I'll check the company's emails and recent operations, then go to the gym for a workout, then swim two laps in the pool, have lunch, and take a nap."
Lan Shuang nodded: "Very regular."
She thought for a moment and said, "I want to play the piano and other instruments."
"There are all kinds of instruments in the instrument room. You can play whatever you want. If you don't find something suitable, you can ask Uncle Qian to buy some."
"Okay, I'll go take a look."
The instrument room is on the first floor, just around the corner.
When Lan Shuang pushed the door open, she was stunned by the scenery inside. There was a very large floor-to-ceiling window in the instrument room. Outside the window was a sea of roses swaying in the wind, with rolling clouds in the distance and the rising sun. It was very beautiful.
Such beautiful scenery can easily inspire people's creative inspiration.
The first thing by the window was a piano. Lan Shuang opened the piano lid and raised her hand to press the black and white keys.
She had traveled through so many worlds, and apart from anything else, she was very familiar with the piano. Without looking at the music score, she played a piece casually based on her memory.
The sound of the piano was mellow and melodious, with highs and lows flowing smoothly. The servants who were cleaning the living room stopped when they heard the sound and looked towards the instrument room curiously.
"Didn't they say that the young lady was brought back from a remote place? And she can play the piano?"
"Why do you care so much? Can we just ask about the lady's affairs? But the lady plays the piano really beautifully!"
"Yeah, I don't quite understand it, but it sounds pretty impressive."
After a while, the piano sound disappeared and the sound of violin was heard.
Then she changed to the pipa, and all the commonly used instruments in the instrument room were played by Lan Shuang.
When she came out after having enough fun, she found that the servants at home looked at her differently, as if they were looking at some genius.
Lan Shuang did not explain. She saw that there was a studio inside. She went in and saw that all the brushes, inks and paints were available. She simply painted a rose garden in it.
She was so engrossed in the painting that she forgot about the time until she felt a chill on her face.
She turned around and saw Jiang Lusheng holding a glass of iced cola.
"Drink some water? I heard from the servants that you've been here for an hour and haven't had any water. Aren't you thirsty?"
Lan Shuang hadn't noticed it before, but after he said that, she felt a little thirsty.
She licked her lips, took the Coke cup and took two sips. Her originally sleepy brain was activated by the bubbles.
"Are you done?"
After she finished speaking, she noticed that Jiang Lusheng's hair was still a little wet, as if he had just come out of the water. He was wrapped in a black bathrobe and looked very relaxed.
"I just came out of the swimming pool. I looked around but couldn't see you. What are you hiding here drawing?"
"Here, just draw."
Jiang Lusheng looked at it and laughed, "The painting is casual, but the artistry is not. I'll have it framed someday."
"Hmm? Where do you hang it?"
"My bedroom is too dull. It needs a vibrant painting like this."
Lan Shuang glanced at the rose garden she had painted. It was indeed colorful. She smiled and took the painting down. "This is for you."
Holding a Coke cup, she said, "Actually, I don't know what to do. There are no missions in this world. I feel like I've suddenly lost my goal."
"Think about it from another perspective."
Jiang Lusheng came over and hugged her from behind. They stood in front of the French window and watched the clouds in the sky slowly move with the wind.
He had a faint fragrance from bathing on his body, and he wrapped Lan Shuang tightly.
"You can do whatever you want. You don't have to worry about other people's hatred. The best time is yours. If you want to paint, paint. If you want to play the piano, play the piano. If you want to learn to drive, I can accompany you. It's vacation now, you can also go out and travel."
"Don't let the past hold you back. You still have a long way to go."
Jiang Lusheng's voice was gentle and mellow, and it was hard to resist when he spoke in her ear. Lan Shuang was silent for a while and sighed, "I really think you are a bit like my dad now."
Jiang Lusheng: "..."
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Lan Shuang smiled cunningly. Jiang Lusheng gritted his teeth and pinched her face, "Dad?"
Lan Shuang broke free from his arms and put the Coke on the table beside her. "Oh, okay, okay, let's go eat."
She turned around and tried to run, but Jiang Lusheng grabbed her and pushed her against the nearest wall.
"Why are you running? Dad hasn't finished talking yet."
Jiang Lusheng had a smile on his face, but a dangerous aura was overwhelming him.
Lan Shuang struggled desperately, holding onto his shoulders, "I was just joking with you, why are you taking it so seriously?"
"Well, Dad is old and stubborn."
Jiang Lusheng pressed her tightly against the wall, holding her wrists with one hand, and the other hand frivolously placed on Lan Shuang's lips, pressing gently.
He said nothing, just looked at her with burning eyes.
In this ambiguous atmosphere, Lan Shuang had the illusion that he was kissing her with his eyes.
"You um—"
As soon as she opened her lips, she was at a disadvantage. Jiang Lusheng's fingers suddenly reached in and pressed on the tip of her tongue.
Lan Shuang wanted to bite him, but he pulled his hand out first and replaced it with his own lips.
The sun was shining brightly in the studio, and the air conditioner was neither too hot nor too cold, making people feel a little tipsy. When they separated, Lan Shuang's eyes and lips were red.
Jiang Lusheng put his forehead against hers and asked, "Are you still angry with Dad?"
Lan Shuang: “…”
This joke can't be overcome.
"Um?"
Jiang Lusheng came up to kiss her again, and Lan Shuang quickly admitted her mistake, "I'm not angry anymore, I'm not angry anymore. You're the best."
"You..." Jiang Lusheng touched her hair and found it a little messy. He turned around and sat down on a chair beside her, patting his thigh. "Come here."
"What? Are you going to punish me again?" Lan Shuang covered her mouth reflexively.
Jiang Lusheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I'll comb your hair."
"Oh." Lan Shuang obediently went over and sat on Jiang Lusheng's lap. Jiang Lusheng took off her hair tie and helped her straighten her hair little by little with his hands. He had done this kind of work many times and was very skilled. His movements were neither light nor heavy. Lan Shuang squinted her eyes in comfort.
Jiang Lusheng used a hair tie to tie her hair into a low ponytail, which would not hinder her movements or affect her eating.
"Okay." He patted Lan Shuang's lower back, "Let's go eat."
Jiang Lusheng took the painting out and gave it to Uncle Qian. Uncle Qian praised it for a long time. Lan Shuang felt embarrassed and buried her head in her food.
In the following days, Lan Shuang would paint when she had nothing to do. When she got tired of painting, she would play the piano. Later, she couldn't sit still anymore, so she simply signed up for a driving school and took the driving test.
When Jiang Lusheng is free, he will take her to the shooting range, the boxing gym, to the movies and to climb mountains.
In half a month, Lan Shuang regained her vitality.
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