From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

“Brother Qu, you sing so beautifully, even better than at the concert last time.”

Qu Feitai glanced in the direction of the second floor and smiled, “Would you like to learn the electronic piano?”

Ming Chen nodded like a chick pecking at rice: “I want to learn.”

“Come here, I’ll teach you.”

“Brother Qu is going to teach me piano personally.” Ming Chen excitedly jumped up from the sofa.

Qu Feitai was serious in teaching, and Ming Chen was equally serious in learning. She was naturally smart; she remembered almost everything after Qu Feitai explained it once, and in no time, she could play a simple tune.

Qu Feitai was surprised, “You’re learning faster than I did. You have a natural talent.”

Ming Chen laughed heartily, “Thank you for your compliment, Brother Qu, but I can’t compare to you.”

Qu Feitai patted her head softly, smiling gently, “Don’t belittle yourself, you are very talented. If you want to learn an instrument, I recommend you find a professional teacher. You are quite gifted in this aspect.”

“Really? But I only want Brother Qu to teach me.”

Qu Feitai frowned slightly, “Well …”

Ming Chen pulled at Qu Feitai’s sleeve, coquettishly saying, “Brother Qu, you are so talented. There’s no better teacher in the world than you. Only you are worthy to teach me.”

Qu Feitai, who had just told her not to belittle herself, couldn’t help but laugh at her exaggeration.

But he still considered, “Though I like you as my student, but for one, I am too busy, I don’t have much time to teach you. Most importantly, Ming Jing wouldn’t likely approve …”

“That’s not important, you just say if you are willing to accept me.”

Qu Feitai smiled, “Of course, you’re so smart, you’ll do well in whatever you try. The music scene would be honored to have you.”

Ming Chen prettily huffed, “Brother Qu, as long as you’re willing to teach me, I will definitely study hard. As for Ming Jing, I will talk to her.”

Ming Chen secretly sneaked into Ming Jing’s room, seeing Ming Jing kneeling on the meditation cushion, her back motionless, she carefully approached.

“Ming Jing …”

Without opening her eyes, Ming Jing responded with a faint “Mmm”.

“Ming Jing, Brother Qu said that I have a musical talent and he wants to teach me music. He’s so amazing, he would certainly be the world’s best teacher. I really want to learn, could you please agree …” Ming Chen finished speaking and then obediently lowered her head.

After a long silence, Ming Chen was about to burst with anxiety when she heard Ming Jing’s gentle voice, “Are you really eager to learn?”

Ming Chen pondered seriously and then stated decisively, “Yes, Ming Jing, I really want to learn.”

Ming Jing nodded, “Alright.”

Ming Chen looked up in surprise; she hadn’t thought that Ming Jing would agree. She had prepared herself for crying, screaming, and threatening to hang herself. She had even readied some tear gas, and the urge to cry was welling up within her. The moment Ming Jing would refuse, she was ready to burst into tears.

With Ming Jing’s single word, all the emotions that Ming Chen had been holding back broke loose, just like a floodgate opening.

“Er… Ming Jing, aren’t you supposed not to like Brother Qu?” Ming Chen asked tentatively.

Ming Jing responded calmly, “That’s a separate matter. He’s extremely talented and responsible, he would make a good teacher. If you truly love music and hope to achieve something in this field, he is the obvious choice.”

“Ming Jing, you’re the best. I love you.” Ming Chen excitedly threw herself into Ming Jing’s embrace.

Ming Jing remained unmoved, “Remember what you have said today.”

Ming Chen, as joyful as a bird freed from a cage, shot down from the second floor, “Brother Qu, Ming Jing agreed! She agreed!”

Qu Feitai raised his eyebrows in surprise before breaking into a smile.

Qu Feitai knew himself well. Ming Jing was doing this not because of him, but for Ming Chen’s hobby and future.

But for Qu Feitai, it was still a positive sign.

Ming Ti glanced at the excited Ming Chen, snorted coldly: “With your inconsistent nature, practicing music is hard. Let’s see how many days you can hold on.”

Ming Chen placed her hands on her hips and playfully stuck out her tongue, “You’re just jealous that I have Brother Qu as my teacher. It’s not my fault you’re not musically gifted, haha.”

Ming Ti shot her a look before exiting.

Han Suwen came out with a plate: “It’s dinner time, Ming Ti, where are you going?”

“I’m not eating; I’m already filled up with frustration. I’m going to find Shiba.”

“Great, please deliver his meal as well, that’ll save me the trouble.” Han Suwen handed a large insulated food flask to Ming Ti from the kitchen.