Song Qinghuan has learned music and dance since she was young. In order to make Song family glorious, the old lady even invited countless big names to teach lessons like social etiquettes and languages at home aiming at nurturing her versatility from all aspects. And having won prizes from a child to an adult, Song Qinghuan never lets the old lady down. She is always on the old lady’s lips to show off.
Xinghan Conservatory, a top national music school, is the first choice of Song Qignhuan’s forms of intention for college entrance exam. The old lady is very confident of her and believes that she will be admitted.
So at the banquet, she gladly introduces her little granddaughter to everyone. In the conversation, she even gives a clue that Song Qinghuan applied for Xinhan Conservatory.
For those are slick and sly for knowing that the old lady Song is showing off her granddaughter, they give a flood of compliments to Song Qinghuan.
Song Qinghuan is courteous in the process and presents manners of the wealthy family. And she knows that she has passed the exam and will not choke.
After the birthday cake and congratulations, Song Qinghuan says that she has also prepared a birthday gift for grandma, her voice being as pleasant as the stream in mountains.
The black dress on Song Qinghuan is in the style of fluffy princess dress, lovely and elegant, tailored to her tall and slender figure, which is a sharp contrast to the white piano.
“Souvenirs d'enfance of Richard Clayderman to my grandma. I love you forever.”
After that, the hall becomes quiet. Lying her slender and white fingers on the keys, Song Qinghuan plays a melodious song enchanting guests in the hall. As soon as she smiles, dimples on her cheeks emerge.
On the black and white keys, her slender and white fingers become witty fairies weaving out a romantic and charming atmosphere with the sound. It seems that she is shining with her eyes closed, which kindles guests’ hearts.
When Song Qinghuan opens her eyes, she looks directly at Xu Ningzhou, attentive and serious, right in front of her. Then she smiles slightly. In that small world, she is more like a proud black swan, playing a magnificent movement on this midsummer night.
A piano song filled with emotion, passion and dream tugs the guests’ heartstrings and wins Grandma’s heart as well.
After the birthday banquet, everyone in business world knows that there is a little talented daughter named Song Qinghuan in Song family.
The old lady feels satisfied and earns enough face after showing off Song Qinghuan. She even always keeps her at her side, which is another way to give Song Qinghuan support and courage.
After all kinds of experiences in the previous life, Song Qinghuan knows that the old lady spoils her on the premise that she must be Song Yueming's own daughter and her granddaughter. Once there is no such bloodline, the old lady will never look at her more.
In the old lady’s view, the honor of Song family is above all. As long as there is no blood tie, nothing is possible.
Everyone in Song family is clear that she is not born by Xia Runan, while she has been kept in the dark and has called Xia Runan Mom together with Song Mingxiu and Song Shuyao for over 20 years.
In the previous life Song Qinghuan did not understand why Xia Runan treated her differently in the presence and absence of others. As the wife of Song Yueming, Xia Runan treated her the same way as Song Shuyao in public in terms of allowance, clothing or using, no less than Song Shuyao and sometimes tended to over-spoil her.
However, Xia Runan ignored her off-stage and even thought one more look would dirty her eyes. She did not know that she was not born by Xia Runan until death.
Witnessing the old lady is introducing Song Qinghuan to guests, Xia Runan is white with anger but dare not burst into rage publicly. Only Song Qinghuan knows that Xia’s heart is bleeding.
The trap—stealing jewelry designed by Xia Runan and her daughter is not only a failure but also a loss of one million.
Not to mention her helping others anonymously and her baby daughter being punished to make a written self-criticism, and the old lady is disappointed at them one again after receiving the college entrance exam result.
With Song Qinghuan stealing the show at the banquet today, how can she still be happy!
The attitude that you are not happy makes me happy leads Song Qinghuan to an fantastic mood. She smiles at everyone and as the daughter of wealthy family, her elegant manner in talking and behaving wins her a lot of praise. And now Song Shuyao is in a strong desire to pour champagne on her face.
At the end of the banquet, the old lady is tired, so Song Qinghuan sends her to the restroom upstairs, which gives Song Shuyao an access to accompany her, pretending they get along harmoniously.
Even though the old lady is still angry with Song Shuyao, she saves her face in public, showing that they love each other.
After closing the door of the restroom, Song Shuyao pulls Song Qinghuan and walks directly to another restroom that is feebly lighted and with landing windows being covered by curtains. Song Shuyao swats Song Qinghuan’s hand away with hatred and pushes her back aggressively.
Being furious and ignoring the fact that they are still in the banquet hall, Song Shuyao takes out a cigarette from her exquisite jewelry handbag and lights it without smoking. Instead she is at Song Shuyao’s throat and says spicily: “Song Qinghuan, you are genius. You should be admitted by drama school, not music school. You bitch will become the best actress.”
Song Qinghuan avoids the cigarette butt stretched out by Song Shuyao with the purpose of burning her. She stands sideways and raises her hand to dust off the place being touched by Song Shuyao just now as if it has been stained.
The next moment, Song Qinghuan hugs Song Shuyao’s waist naturally. From a distance, it seems that the two sisters are holding together and whispering intimately.
Song Qinghuan leers at Song Shuyao, takes away the lighting cigarette in Song Shuyao’s hand and presses it directly on Song Shuyao’s arm under the shield of her body. Then the smell of burning fills the air.
“Hmmmm!”
Song Qinghuan moves quickly and accurately and covers Song Shuyao’s mouth before she screams out. Song Shuyao whispers with smile in her ear: “Sister, you’d better be quiet, or…”
Song Qinghuan uses her nails to scratch Song Shuyao’s delicate face and says with a light smile: “It will be fun to be heard.”