Yao Qing also met his gaze for an instant, and he was simply the nightmare of her childhood.
When she wanted to go out to play, the piano teacher said—Wen Nianchu had already mastered a five-star difficulty piano piece.
She thought she was studious enough, but her teacher said—Keep it up, you're only ten points behind Wen Nianchu.
During New Year's when she went around visiting households and arrived at the Wen Family, her father pulled her in front of the Wen Family elders and said—If I leave my daughter at your house for a couple of days, will she start loving to study like Wen Nianchu?
"Miss Yao," Wen Nianchu pushed the silver-rimmed glasses that hung on his eyes, the hint of a smile quickly passing through his eyes beneath the lenses.
"...Why are you here?" Yao Qing genuinely didn't have the slightest bit of fondness for the person before her—someone else's child, who could like that?
Wen Nianchu bent down and teased Ruan Qiu's somewhat reddened face, "What do you think?"
