Heaven-Sent Farm Girl Builds Her Fortune And Captures His Heart Chapter 427 - 226: Expiry of the Deed of Sale

When the madam walked away, Duan Yunfei looked at Le Zhao and asked, "Just now, what did that old woman say? And who were you warning?"

"A low-ranking official you’ve never t. According to that old woman, Qian Liuyun’s service contract is expiring. He’s preparing to leave, but that person won’t allow it, wanting to redeem Qian Liuyun. Yet Qian Liuyun claims he’s only selling his art, not his person."

Le Zhao chuckled, "I have a friendly acquaintance with Qian Liuyun, so I can’t just watch him fall into the hands of scoundrels, right?"

Xuan Ying raised an eyebrow, "Is this your tender-heartedness?"

"Of course not." Le Zhao leaned closer and laughed softly, "If there’s any empathy, it’s for you. Why should I care about others?"

Xuan Ying shoved him away, "Get lost—"

Le Zhao chuckled lightly but didn’t tease further.

Shen Qinglan’s eyes suddenly brightened, "Qian Liuyun’s service contract is expiring?"

Doesn’t that an she can openly poach him?

Le Zhao laughed, seemingly crying, "Miss Shen, you still haven’t given up on your dream of a music troupe?"

"Of course not," Shen Qinglan replied, "When I say it, I do it, and I’ll talk about losses afterward."

Le Zhao genuinely admired her, "Miss Shen really acts with spirit!"

Shen Qinglan smiled, "You’re flattering ."

Duan Yunfei frowned slightly, "In the world, there are singers with good looks, not just Qian Liuyun. Why insist on him?"

Le Zhao sniffed, feigning confusion, "There’s no vinegar jar here, so why is the sourness so strong?"

Duan Yunfei glanced at him and uttered a single word, "Scram."

Shen Qinglan raised an eyebrow, "There are so many people in the world, but I haven’t found soone talented yet. Now that there’s one before , why waste ti looking?"

"Exactly!" Le Zhao echoed, "There are many better than you in the world. Can Miss Shen wait for the next one?"

"Shut up!" Duan Yunfei huffed coldly, "Don’t forget you’re living among mortals just because you were optimistic for two days."

The others chuckled.

Just then, the old woman led soone in. After serving the dishes, a man in red entered with a qin.

He nodded slightly to everyone, "Liuyun greets the gentlen!"

Lan Ruo muttered, "Is this where immortals co from?"

Shen Qinglan looked at Qian Liuyun, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

She had thought Qian Liuyun would be a handso, gentle man. Unexpectedly, he was good-looking but lacked any gentle expression. On the contrary, his deanor was sowhat cold and impersonal.

Even when saluting them, he wasn’t humble, unlike others at the Ruyun Pavilion, who often belittled their status.

Shen Qinglan couldn’t understand why soone like him would choose to sell himself in such a place.

He arranged the qin and then looked at them, speaking softly, "I don’t know what tune the gentlen wish to hear?"

Le Zhao said, "Let Mr. Qian play and sing as he pleases."

Qian Liuyun nodded gracefully, his slim, fair fingers plucking the strings a few tis before he began to sing softly.

His singing voice, unlike his cold speech, was gentle, like a babbling brook or the wind brushing green willows.

Shen Qinglan felt like she was a judge on a talent show from a past life, listening, reviewing.

But reality proved she lacked such mastery and had no qualification to review Qian Liuyun.

Simply because Qian Liuyun was a professional, while she was rely an amateur.