Chapter 152 Let's make another bouquet
Tu Yao's hand, which was turning the pages of the sheet music, suddenly paused.
Cormier shrugged casually: "You don't seem to have any curiosity at all."
"No, most people have it, but you seem to be very restrained in your curiosity."
"Just like you didn't ask why this old piano and old sheet music were placed here."
But no matter how angry she gets when he pushes her, the girl will be extra careful when turning the pages of the sheet music.
Tu Yao looked down at the sheet music. Each page was covered with strange and unusual drawings, the marks of which had faded.
She said softly, "Curiosity depends on the situation."
It's not just curiosity; inappropriate emotions are most likely to hurt people, so it's better to remain silent.
But perhaps because of the many wounds they had suffered, even if she remained silent, her words or actions would still inadvertently evoke their pain.
But... when you accumulate too much pain, you need to let it out.
Tu Yao pursed her lips: "...I know who she is."
The music stopped abruptly.
Tu Yao turned her head and, unsurprisingly, met a pair of bloodshot eyes, then hurriedly looked away.
She sighed, reached into her pocket, pulled out a pack of tissues, opened it, and handed it over.
“Mr. Cormier, it’s okay to cry in front of your friends.”
"You can cry freely at forty, just like you can at four."
These words were like a floodgate opening, and the internationally renowned musician began to sob in a mixture of Chinese, English, and French.
Tu Yao only managed to understand a few words intermittently.
"...She is my older sister."
Cormier's parents valued freedom, and in their excessive freedom, their only son was almost abandoned on the Champs-Élysées by a careless servant.
Madam Jiang couldn't bear to see this, so every year she would bring her children over to take care of them for a few months.
However, Madam Jiang and her husband were busy most of the time, and Cormier grew up almost entirely in Jiang Fengchun's company.
Cormier wiped away his tears and resumed his arrogant expression.
"She's beautiful and smart, just like you."
"No, little mascot, don't be angry. In my heart, my sister is the smartest girl in the world."
"She can do everything, except music, of course. She doesn't like the piano at all, and she will secretly draw on my sheet music."
"She studied archaeology but had a talent for business. At the age of eighteen, she secured a lucrative contract at the negotiating table."
"She is also a very good cook. She can make ordinary things taste delicious. I love her pastries the most."
"She has the best lover, her older brother whom she grew up with."
"They share a common ideal, travel all over the world year after year, and have never been apart."
...
Tu Yao cupped her face in her hands, watching and listening quietly.
Cormier's expression now is the same as when she told him in the concert hall, "Second brother plays the best."
His sister is also the best in the world.
But such a good girl, and her lover, her children...
They died together eighteen years ago in a vast ocean.
...
On the other side, in a single-story building, several middle-aged men in suits gathered together during the day.
These people are all from collateral branches of the Jiang family, and currently only Jiang Peng has entered the Jiang Group's board of directors.
"Jiang Peng, what do you think is going on with the old lady's behavior?!"
Before Jiang Peng could speak, another man immediately said sarcastically, "What else could it be! If it happens once, it'll happen again!"
In contrast, Jiang Peng, sitting in the head seat, appeared remarkably calm.
"Jiang San, what are you trying to say?"
The man snorted: "She was able to bring Jiang Liqing back from the mountains and train him back then, so it's not surprising that she's bringing a village girl to train now."
Someone immediately retorted, "Don't talk nonsense! Jiang Liqing was trained to be just a housekeeper! That little village girl is just a bit sharp-tongued, she's only eighteen, what's there to worry about!"
Jiang San shook his head and said sarcastically, "Don't forget, when the old lady suddenly fell ill, Jiang Fengchun was only eighteen years old that year. He volunteered and actually won the contract!"
"If she hadn't devoted herself to archaeology later, and if all six members of her family hadn't died young, the old lady would have retired long ago, and who knows who would be sitting up there now!"
"And do you really think this little village girl has no skills? This girl just helped two young men steal a transportation company a couple of days ago!"
"When Cormier's concert had problems a while ago, she was the first to notice. Cormier is like a madman, going crazy on social media with a mix of three languages."
"You're an idiot, but that doesn't mean there are plenty of geniuses in the world!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of the group of people immediately turned serious.
"...This posture is so similar to Jiang Fengchun's!"
He became famous at eighteen, and he and Cormier were inseparable.
After Jiang San finished speaking, he was still a little puzzled. "It's just strange that the little village girl seems to be an unregistered resident. I can't find any specific information about her."
"Do you think the old lady deliberately hid it to keep us away?"
The men's expressions turned even uglier.
"So the old lady has been stringing us along all these years, without actually liking a single one of us?!"
"Stop talking!"
Jiang Peng spoke directly, "I'll go over there tonight and see if I can find out anything."
...
For the first time in eighteen years, Cormier cried his heart out.
She cried until she used up the whole pack of tissues that Tu Yao had brought.
The two sat side by side for the entire afternoon, trying to calm themselves down.
Tu Yao recalled what she had once said to her brother's grandmother.
Having someone you miss is a blessing.
At that time, she only experienced one kind of life.
I don't know yet that longing with regret won't bring happiness, but rather a hidden pain that could flare up at any time throughout my long life.
Tu Yao suddenly felt a discomfort in her chest.
After thinking for a moment, he went back into the flower room and made a bouquet for Madam Jiang.
"Mr. Cormier, please take this to the old lady."
Cormier wiped his eyes and immediately stood up.
As soon as Tu Yao finished speaking, she looked up and met the gaze of Jiang Peng, who was walking in.
Jiang Peng's eyes flickered slightly. Jiang San was right; this girl and Cormier were actually that close.
He walked straight over, smiling kindly, "Hello, young lady, I made a fool of myself during the day. I didn't know you were a guest invited by the old lady."
He waved the documents in his hand and explained, "I'm here to confirm the final procedures for the charity auction with the old lady."
"The charity auction is the day after tomorrow."
Tu Yao looked at him quietly and nodded in acknowledgment.
She knew that Lin Qiuping had originally planned to send her grandmother's painting to this auction.
Jiang Peng subtly observed the girl in front of him. "...Will you be there that day too?"
If the old lady invited this girl to such an important occasion, it would have a completely different meaning.
He stared at her with seemingly kind eyes.
Tu Yao blinked, paused for a few seconds, and then grinned:
"Are you inviting me? Then I'll convey your message to Madam later."
"If I go then, I'll greet you on site."
Jiang Peng didn't expect her to respond like that.
He paused slightly, "That's not what I meant..."
Before he could finish speaking, the girl in front of him suddenly looked dejected: "So you don't want to invite me to the auction?"
Jiang Peng's smile froze for a moment: "...Little girl, I have no ill intentions towards you."
"You should know that I advised you to leave during the day out of good intentions."
To most people, he was the only person in the room who showed her kindness.
Tu Yao smiled again: "Then thank you."
Jiang Peng: ...
But a second later, Jiang Peng smiled kindly again: "You're welcome, I'll be going now."
The moment he turned to leave, Jiang Peng's expression immediately turned serious.
He looks silly, but he speaks with perfect tact.
No matter how I tried to probe, I always managed to push the issue back.
For a moment, he suddenly had the illusion that he had seen Jiang Fengchun again after many years.
The moment he turned around, Tu Yao immediately stopped smiling.
He couldn't help but sigh, then suddenly stood up and turned to walk towards the greenhouse.
Cormier had just returned from delivering flowers and asked, puzzled, "Why did you go back in again?"
Tu Yao: "...I feel that the old lady is working hard, let's make another bouquet of flowers for her."
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