Su Ruanruan played a piece of "White Moonlight."
A rather obscure song.
She was born beautiful, a pleasure for the eyes.
Added with her superb piano skills.
All the guests were watching her.
So was Yin Zhao.
He watched Su Ruanruan onstage in silence.
The scene before him overlaid with one from many years ago.
She had grown from a green girl to a woman.
He longed for her, yet he despised himself for that longing.
Yin Zhao clenched his fingers and suddenly stood up.
He took a trip to the restroom.
Lu Nansheng was already fuming with jealousy because Su Ruanruan was stealing the spotlight.
Yin Zhao's departure played right into her hands.
She thought: As expected, Yin Zhao doesn't like rich heiresses; he appreciates capable women like me.
Lu Nansheng regained her confidence.
So even though her colleagues praised Su Ruanruan.
Lu Nansheng wasn't angry.
She had Yin Zhao.
When Yin Zhao returned, it was just in time for the meal to be served.
