Sweet Beloved Reborn

“Excuse me, what are your parents’ names?” Ning Yan asked, staring at Song Qinghuan. She answered with a smile.

“Song Yueming, Xia Ru’nan, but they divorced not long ago.” Song Qinghuan said implicitly. Xia Ru’nan was indeed Song Yueming’s legal wife, which could be learned about easily. But she did not call them father and mother.

That was because she was not a member of the Song Family at all.

Ning Yan stroked his eyebrows. Apparently, these two names were unfamiliar to him.

Song Qinghuan joked, “However, everyone also said that I look like an senior in the entertainment circle.”

Ning Yan stopped stroking his eyebrows.

Song Qinghuan looked at Ning Yan and said slowly, “Mr Ning, is your old friend Jingyu?”

Ning Yan suddenly raised his head and looked directly at Song Qinghuan. His pupils were dilated. But soon he lowered his head to hide his expression. Then he shook his head, “No.”

Song Qinghuan smiled but didn’t say a word. At this moment, Xu Ningzhou, who had gone to the bathroom, came back.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

“Uncle Ning.”

“Ningzhou.”

Ning Yan’s eyes fell on Xu Ningzhou. Seeing him directly taking away the chair next to Song Qinghuan, Ning Yan was a little surprised, “Do you both know each other?”

“Yes,” said Xu Ningzhou.

Ning Yan nodded. They had been abroad these years. The two families of their own were friendly with each other. And he had been watching Xu Ningzhou growing up. Ning Yan had a good impression of Song Qinghuan. So he took the initiative to lead them to the outer hall so as to introduce some elders to Song Qinghuan.

“This is the chief commander of a famous orchestra in City Z… Mr. Chen.”

“This is a famous composer, Mr Fang.”

“This is a famous violinist… Mr Long.”

“This is the famous classic musician, Mr Wu. After he retired, Mr Wu serves as the professor in the classical music department of Xinghan Music Academy.”

The introductions made by Ning Yan brought her into the spotlight. Faced with numerous pairs of eyes, Song Qinghuan also politely greeted these masters after Ning Yan’s introduction.

Someone asked Ning Yan whether Song Qinghuan was the student he selected. Ning Yan smiled without saying a word. In other people’s opinion, he tacitly acknowledged that.

At today’s party, many masters helped build networks of friends for their students, or introduced their students whom they appreciated or acquaintances  to other giants.

Before, several people pestered Ning Yan to get to know their acquaintances, hoping that Ning Yan could acknowledge them as his students, but Ning Yan didn’t agree.

“This is Song Qinghuan, a freshman in Xinghan Music Academy.” Ning Yan introduced Song Qinghuan like this.

The aforementioned Mr Wu, the advisor in Xinghan Music Academy, said with a smile, “I really appreciate the drama “Ruling the World” created by Song Qinghuan on the one hundredth anniversary of the founding of Xinghan Music Academy. So Ning Yan shows great judgement in his choice of students.

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Being appreciated by a giant, Song Qinghuan suppressed the shock in her heart, showed a humble smile, and greeted them in turn. She was neither arrogant nor impatient, and was polite and obedient, leaving a good impression on them.

Elder Wu had a benevolent look on his face, and he had the highest status among all the people at the party. His gaze rested on Xu Ningzhou. He asked Ning Yan in confusion, “Does he come from the Xu Family?”

Ning Yan nodded, “Yes.”

Xu Ningzhu greeted those old artists. When they were shaking hands, they said with sympathy, “What’s a pity. Your hands are born for art.”

“…” Xu Ningzhou was no longer noble and cold like he was at the banquet in the business world. He smilingly exchanged pleasantries with these old artists. He showed affection for Song Qinghuan in every detail, implying that Song Qinghuan had the backing of Xu Family.

In fact, every circle had their own boundaries. In the art circle,  some people who were proud of themselves considered the entertainment circle as a dirty place.

Song Qinghuan’s peers looked at her with envy.

Her peers had always dreamed about being recognized by Ning Yan. The title of Ning Yan’s student represented a bright future.

Song Qinghuan had self-knowledge. She knew that Ning Yan helped her just because of Xu Ningzhou. So she was not complacent for those flattering words.

Song Qinghuan did not take seriously the identity of Ning Yan’s student.

As the host, the little princess, Shen Yinian showed superb skills at playing the violin at the opening of the banquet. Those masters also let their students perform.

When those people were displaying their skills, they played the piano or violin in most cases. Old Master Wu’s granddaughter played the lute.

This was a small playing hall with wonderful stage effect. It was the final part of today’s banquet. Although it wasn’t a feast of hearing, the ones who were going to perform were the successors to the elders of the art world.

“Qinghuan.” Shen Yinian waved her hand at Song Qinghuan, who was seated beside her cousin.

Xu Ningzhou leaned over to Song Qinghuan’s ear and said softly, “Just treat it as a small gathering. Don’t put too much pressure on yourself.”

“I know.” Song Qinghuan knew that Xu Ningzhou was trying to calm her. Ever since she was mistakenly regarded as the student of Teacher Ning, Song Qinghuan had already seen expectation and provocation in many people’s eyes.

She rubbed the tip of her nose and walked towards Shen Yinian with a smile. Her Chinese zither had been kept by Shen Yinian when she came. A professional tuner from the Shen Family had already helped her to adjust the Chinese zither’s sound.

Finally, it was Song Qinghuan’s turn to go on stage. The musical instrument in the center of the stage changed from piano to Chinese zither.

Song Qinghuan bowed. After sitting down, she placed her hands on the Chinese zither. She closed her eyes and calmed down. The small hall was completely silent. After Song Qinghuan exhaled, she began to play.

Song Qinghuan was playing the famous song called “Battling the Typhoon”, which was created by Mr Wang and had an imposing momentum.

Others believed Song Qinghuan liked smiling and was always tender. She showed gentleness and grace like a girl who came from a small town to the south of the Yangtze River. However, when she played, she would become aggressive and fierce.

Song Qinghuan’s playing made the audience in the hall excited.

Song Qinghuan’s fair and slender hands were leaping on the Chinese zither quickly.

Even if she was just an eye candy, Song Qinghuan was an exquisite and intelligent one.