A Real Heiress Quits (GL) - Chapter 20

Ji Zhaohua felt that the ups and downs of life were nothing more than this.

How could there actually be a “Qing Qing”? And a woman at that—this was too stimulating; her little heart couldn’t quite take it.

Yu Xinyue winked frantically at Ji Zhaohua while trying to remedy the situation: “It’s nothing, it’s nothing.”

Ji Zhaohua shot her a glare—little heartless girl, forgetting her “mother” as soon as she has a sweetheart.

Qin Qing’s smile was faint; being with the girl, it seemed she couldn’t get angry no matter what.

Yu Xinyue tilted her head; she didn’t ask her about Ji Fu, but simply said, “Sister, do you not like Tong Song’s music?”

Qin Qing thought for a moment, “His style is too gloomy and dark.”

It certainly had strong personal characteristics, but she didn’t like it. The only thing that made her eyes light up was the “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” Yu Xinyue played that day—cheerful and pleasant, like a healing medicine for the heart.

Yu Xinyue finally steered the conversation away, talking about classical music with Qin Qing.

The two chatted happily. She secretly admired Qin Qing’s vast knowledge, while Qin Qing was also very surprised that the child before her knew so much; no matter what she said, the girl could always grasp the meaning immediately and follow the topic, as familiar as if they had been friends for many years.

When Qin Qing asked curiously why Yu Xinyue had such a broad range of knowledge at such a young age, the girl gave a shy smile, lowered her head slightly, and said, “I learned it from books. I’m just an ordinary middle school student.”

Qin Qing began to doubt her life.

Was she falling behind the times?

My Lord, have the times changed?

Yu Xinyue smiled awkwardly, masking her guilt.

“Sister, then what style of music do you like best?”

Before Qin Qing could answer, her ringtone answered for her—

It was the “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star Variations” that Yu Xinyue had played that day.

Yu Xinyue looked at her in disbelief, her heart beating very fast.

However, Qin Qing glanced at the phone; the caller was Qin Xuanhuang. She cut the call, her expression cold.

But a few seconds later, the phone rang again; this time the caller was Qin Liru.

Qin Qing’s body went stiff, staring fixedly at the name on the screen, her finger hovering over the hang-up button, unable to press it for a long time.

Upon seeing the caller’s name, Qin Qing’s complexion changed instantly.

Fear and helplessness climbed into her brows bit by bit. She was like a child who had snuck out to play without finishing her homework, afraid that going home would result in a beating from a violent father, so she curled up in a dark corner, not daring to respond to the tyrant’s call.

Yu Xinyue saw all of this.

Snap.

The screen suddenly went black, followed by the shutdown animation.

Yu Xinyue grabbed her hand and pressed the power button.

Qin Qing lowered her eyes.

The dark screen reflected a pale face, carrying a child-like panic and loss.

In the next second, another face was reflected, with eyes burning bright.

They were looking at each other through the screen.

The girl’s eyes curved, her palm burning hot. “The people you don’t like—just throw them to the back of your mind!”

Her palm was like a ball of fire, transferring body heat to the other woman. Suddenly, Qin Qing actually felt she was drawing strength from this thirteen or fourteen-year-old child.

Yu Xinyue tilted her head, looking at the rainbow on the horizon.

She once felt the same as Qin Qing, so in an instant of shared plight, she took the woman’s hand and pointed to the sky.

She told her, and told her past self as well.

“Look, after the rain ends, there will always be a rainbow.”

Qin Qing gave a bitter smile. “But it doesn’t often rain, and there aren’t often rainbows.”

More often than not, what one sees is a gray sky, layers of dark clouds, and misty haze. No sunlight, no rainbows.

“There are,” the girl answered decisively.

“Where?”

“In music, and in people’s hearts.”

The Qin Family.

A white-haired elder sat in the hall, while everyone surrounded him tremblingly.

Qin Liru looked expressionlessly at the darkened phone.

The assistant felt as if he were holding a bomb—heavy, yet he didn’t dare put it down.

At this moment, the smiling old butler brought a fruit plate: “Please enjoy, everyone.”

He leaned down to place the plate in front of Qin Liru. The servants following behind served drinks and desserts to everyone present in turn. Those who could sit here were all big shots outside who could summon wind and rain, but in front of Qin Liru, not one of them dared to move.

Qin Liru: “Old Yang, don’t leave. Listen to what they have to say.”

Yang Fang had followed Qin Liru for forty years; their rapport was extraordinary. Seeing several people from Xingjue sitting opposite, he guessed roughly: “Is it about the Eldest Miss?”

Qin Liru sneered: “Tell me, how did you lose her?”

The security captain who was originally responsible for protecting Qin Qing was breaking out in a cold sweat. He recounted the events exactly as they happened, finally stating his guess cautiously: “Sir, we suspect someone kidnapped—”

Qin Liru: “Fool. She left by blending into the crowd; you couldn’t tell just because she changed her clothes? Are you blind?”

The hall fell silent.

Qin Xuanhuang laughed softly, “Father, Little Sister will come back once she’s had enough fun. No need to worry.”

“Come back?” Qin Liru stood up with his cane. “Tell her if she has the ability, she should never come home for the rest of her life!”

Yang Fang hurriedly supported him as they slowly left.

The elevator doors closed, and the elder’s intimidating face vanished from sight.

The people present felt a weight lifted, and even their sitting postures became relaxed.

Qin Xuanhuang stroked the porcelain cup, his gaze falling on the oil painting on the wall, lost in thought for a moment.

Until Yang Fang stepped out of the elevator and requested of him: “Young Master, let me go find the Miss.”

Qin Xuanhuang blew on his red-hot fingers and said nonchalantly, “Fine.”

“By the way, tell her,” Qin Xuanhuang slowly curled his lips into a smile that could be described as malicious, “For the rest of her life, she should never think about escaping this home.”

Yang Fang’s back stiffened. “Understood.”

Thinking that Qin Qing had studied abroad for years, Yu Xinyue found a Western restaurant in a private club.

This club was only open to members and excelled in its quietness; Ji Zhaohua was a frequent guest there.

There were large stretches of green lawn, and grapevines climbed all over the bamboo frames.

Waiters in tailcoats smiled politely, carrying wine trays through the manor. A doorman had already parked their car for them. The three chose a seat by the window in the inner hall, where a large patch of bright sunlight spilled through the window.

The manor went to great lengths to restore a medieval appearance. Exquisite silver tableware was set on the table, and the fragrance on the silver candle holders burned slowly, a light scent gradually diffusing into the air.

In such luxury and opulence, even Ji Zhaohua, who had visited several times, was full of praise, her gaze lingering on the exquisite decor.

Yet the two people sitting opposite her were composed, as if they were used to this.

Qin Qing had been accustomed to these things since childhood; her gaze only stayed on the oil paintings for a few seconds. Yu Xinyue, on the other hand, had her eyes drawn to the central piano the moment she walked in, staring resentfully at the pianist, wishing she could pull him down and take over herself.

Ji Zhaohua observed secretly.

The woman opposite her was aristocratic all over with an extraordinary temperament; she must come from a prominent family.

It seemed she wasn’t a scumbag girl kidnapping minors. Ji Zhaohua breathed a secret sigh of relief, then suddenly became alert—could she be a rich person with special fetishes?

To protect her little niece, she took the initiative to chat with Qin Qing.

Within a few minutes, Ji Zhaohua was smiling, her eyes starting to glow.

What kind of treasure was this young lady? No matter what she talked about, she could catch the conversation accurately. After extending it slightly, she would hand the initiative of the talk back to the other side—a textbook example of conversation.

Ji Zhaohua was in love—a goddess-tier lady!

Wait, she seemed to be trying to get information for Yu Xinyue; how did all the information get fished out by the other party instead?

Eh, where is Little Yue?

Seeing her looking around, Qin Qing smiled slightly and said, “She’s at the piano.”

Ji Zhaohua looked over; the girl was indeed standing in front of the piano, her small hands itching to move, nearly unable to stop herself from pressing the keys. Her eyes seemed glued to the black and white keys, unable to be pulled away.

Ji Zhaohua was helpless; this child forgot everything when she saw a piano.

Qin Qing read her mind and said, “She is very talented in music. To have a career that one loves so much and has talent for is a blessing.”

“If she can persevere, she will surely achieve great things.”

Ji Zhaohua sighed: “Every family has a skeleton in the closet.”

Qin Qing frowned slightly, “Does her family oppose her learning piano?”

Ji Zhaohua nodded, propping up her chin as she looked toward the child by the piano.

She stood in the bright sunlight, yet her body seemed to carry many burdens.

Ji Zhaohua seemed to talk to herself: “After Yin Hongfei threw away the piano at home, she seemed to grow up overnight.”

“But, if not forced, who would want to grow up?”

Threw away the piano?

Qin Qing’s eyebrows raised slightly. No wonder the child wanted to go to the Violet to use the piano.

Before the conversation could finish, her expression darkened, her brow furrowed.

Qin Qing: “What is it?”

Ji Zhaohua turned her head: “I saw an acquaintance.”

At the same time, Yin Hongfei also saw her. After half a second of eye contact, the wife turned her head away, leaving him only the back of her head.

Yin Hongfei: “…”