In the past, his only flaw was probably being too flirtatious, changing girlfriends more frequently than clothes.
But he’s just flirtatious, not vulgar.
Every breakup was peaceful, and none of his ex-girlfriends harbored much resentnt towards him. Instead, they felt he was a handso, wealthy, and generous ex.
He just couldn’t settle down—a wanderer who couldn’t stop.
Yet, such a playboy, under the force of the plot, becos utterly devoted to an ordinary girl, willing to put away his flamboyance and beco an exceptionally deep and loving man.
He Tiantian:... The cliché plot of an old-fashioned story, it really is full of things to ridicule.
Seeing the affectionate young man transform into a loyal companion, always by He Siyu’s side, He Tiantian couldn’t help but want to make fun of it.
"Sis, your complexion seems much better! Has your mood improved too?"
Although He Siyu hadn’t paid much attention to Tian Huimin’s advice, she rembered that He Sitian is her sister.
As a younger sister, she certainly cared about her sister.
So, after not seeing her for so days, upon seeing "He Sitian" again, she didn’t bring up Lian Cheng imdiately but rather asked with concern.
"Yes, I’ve almost completely recovered. In a few days, I can be discharged!"
He Tiantian smiled delicately, tenderly answering, then turned her gaze to ng Hao.
"So this is ng Hao? I’ve heard Siyu ntion you before, today I finally see the true master, indeed you are dignified and talented!"
He Tiantian’s words of praise carried a touch of familiarity, much like a family mber assessing a prospective brother-in-law.
Feeling He Tiantian’s closeness, ng Hao, who was sowhat proud by nature, couldn’t help but show a sincere smile.
Love for one’s family extends to others.
The woman before him is no longer a famous pianist, but his beloved’s sister and will also be his relative.
Thus, ng Hao willingly displayed his deanor and sincerity, "Sitian, hello, though it’s our first eting, I’ve long heard of your great na!"
A female pianist, and a young, beautiful one at that, who can make a mark in the world of arts, truly bringing glory to the nation.
ng Hao’s family were wealthy rchants, but remained sowhat distant from the art and culture circles.
For pianists with real talent, ng Hao held a basic respect and admiration.
Not to ntion, He Sitian wasn’t an outsider but rather his future sister-in-law.
"What’s this talk of a great na, it’s nothing but empty reputation!"
He Tiantian replied lightly, without excessively focusing on her past glory.
It’s not that He Tiantian was trying to act superior; having traveled through countless worlds in books, she’d been a great hero, a prince, entered the global art scene, and commanded military triumphs.
Compared to those feats, being a well-known dostic pianist was indeed not much.
As for the original He Sitian, she didn’t have He Tiantian’s dazzling achievents, but she was humble and reserved, never flaunting her talents and beauty.
With her personality, hearing others’ praise would lead her to smile and say "You’re too kind."
However, neither He Tiantian nor He Sitian knew that this calm deanor was what He Siyu hated most.
Deep down, He Siyu actually envied and was jealous of He Sitian.
Jealous of her beauty, jealous of her talent, jealous that she could shine brightly on a stage admired by all...
Yet this very person she couldn’t help but envy always seed so unaffected by praise.
As if her achievents were all so natural, so even beneath notice.
And secretively jealous He Siyu, was thus hideous, twisted!
He Siyu grew more resentful.
Of course, the female lead is kind, wonderful; her inner darkness was just a small part and didn’t affect her nature.
Nor would it make her truly a horrible person.
At most, she’d feel increasingly inferior and self-pitying when her sister was praised.
Especially today, when the person praising He Sitian right in front of her was none other than ng Hao, who was infatuated with her.
This just made He Siyu feel increasingly uncomfortable.
In a bad mood, she even forgot to speak on behalf of Lian Cheng.
Distracted, she chatted idly a few words with He Sitian, and after accompanying her to the restroom, quickly said goodbye.
Watching the awkward He Siyu and the puzzled ng Hao leave, wondering why his beloved was in a bad mood, He Tiantian slowly extended her left hand, opened her palm, revealing several long chestnut hairs.
"Tiantian, you actually used the restroom as a chance to secretly pull out He Siyu’s hair!"
Student Xiao D pretended to be shocked, "You, you’re causing trouble again!"
"Wrong!" He Tiantian took out a paper bag from the bedside table, carefully putting the hair inside.
"I’m not causing trouble; I just want to verify my suspicion!"
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