As Long As You Like It

Twenty minutes later, the trio arrived at the entrance of Villa No. 06 in the Jingyu Terrace residential area. Su Yang took out his phone and unlocked the right-side gate, after which the three cars drove in one by one and parked in the inner courtyard.

Su Yang was the first to step out and open the front door, followed closely by Pan Ning and Meng Qianyu.

"Please, come in~"

"Alright~"

After changing into slippers, they entered the house. As Su Yang walked past the foyer toward the connecting space between the dining area and the living room, his eyes landed on a luxurious, sleek black grand piano—a gift from Pan Ning.

The brand logo on the side read: STEINWAY & SONS.

Known as Steinway in Chinese, this piano held the same prestige in the world of musical instruments as Hermès did in luxury fashion—an absolute pinnacle of craftsmanship.

Originally, Su Yang had joked about buying a Yamaha just to dabble with, but Pan Ning had surprised him with a Steinway D-274 instead.

The starting price was 2 million yuan, and this particular model—the Spirio Record edition—cost nearly 3 million.

Such was the understated extravagance of the wealthy. Pan Ning had never mentioned the price to Su Yang.

But now, with his newly acquired "Master of Instruments" skill, Su Yang was acutely aware of the market value of every high-end musical brand. He knew exactly how much this piano was worth.

Without a doubt, this was the most expensive gift he had ever received in his life—excluding, of course, the system, which didn’t count.

Admiring the exquisite instrument, Su Yang walked up to it, ran his fingers over the surface, and turned to Pan Ning with a delighted smile. "This piano is amazing. You really know how to pick the best."

Pan Ning shrugged nonchalantly as she headed toward the living room. "Just a random purchase. As long as you like it~"

Meng Qianyu stepped forward with a grin. "This is a Steinway, you know~ My sister treats you better than she treats me, huh? But hey, Su Yang, why don’t you give it a try now?"

"Sure, I’ll play a little something."

"Great! I’ll see how good you really are~" Meng Qianyu stood nearby, her curiosity piqued as she waited for him to begin.

Pan Ning, however, seemed uninterested and simply settled onto the sofa to rest.

Su Yang chuckled silently, sat down at the piano, and lifted the key cover.

As his eyes fell on the black-and-white keys, a strange yet familiar sensation washed over him. Before gaining his "Master of Instruments" skill, he had known absolutely nothing about playing the piano.

Now, suddenly faced with the instrument, the clash of these two feelings left him momentarily dazed.

The keys of the Steinway D-274 were crafted from Bavarian spruce, each individually weighted. The black keys were topped with finely polished ebony, a testament to the piano’s impeccable craftsmanship.

Gazing at the keys, Su Yang felt a flood of piano compositions rush into his mind. Placing his hands lightly on the keys, he murmured, "I’ll play Liszt’s 'La Campanella.'"

Hearing this, Meng Qianyu’s eyes widened. "Wait—Su Yang, you can play 'La Campanella'? That piece is insanely difficult! I’ve practiced for ages and can barely manage it. Are you sure you can play it?"

Su Yang smiled faintly. "I’m not entirely familiar with it, but I’ll give it a shot~"

"Okay~" Meng Qianyu agreed, standing quietly beside the piano.

Su Yang closed his eyes, furrowed his brow slightly in thought, and then, two seconds later, his fingers began moving almost on their own...

A hauntingly beautiful melody slowly filled the villa.

The opening section of the piece wasn’t particularly challenging, but as time passed, the composition grew increasingly intricate, the tempo accelerating until it reached its breathtaking climax.

Meng Qianyu, who had been listening intently, was completely mesmerized. At first, she had been stunned—after all, this piece was notorious for its difficulty.

But as she watched Su Yang’s flawless, professional execution, her disbelief transformed into sheer admiration.

By the time the piece reached its peak, Meng Qianyu was no longer capable of any other emotion—she was utterly lost in the music.

Even Pan Ning, lounging on the sofa, had closed her eyes, fully immersed in the performance.

Soon, with the final keystroke, Su Yang completed his rendition of "La Campanella"—a masterpiece of soaring highs and delicate lows.

[Ding. Detected that the host has delivered a flawless piano performance, feeling relaxed and deeply satisfied. Reward: 3 million yuan.]

"Whew~" Su Yang exhaled softly. The past few minutes had felt like a dream.

It was as if a world-class pianist resided within him—even with his eyes closed, he hadn’t missed a single note.

After a brief silence, Meng Qianyu finally snapped out of her trance.

She stared at Su Yang with undisguised awe. "Su Yang!! You… you’re incredible! I thought you were just casually into piano, but this… you played 'La Campanella' perfectly!"

"You’re at a level where you could teach me! That was so professional!!"

Su Yang grinned at her praise. "It’s not that impressive. I might be able to teach you singing, but piano? I’m not at that level yet."

"Su Yang!! Stop being so modest. With skills like that, you could perform in concert halls! No need to downplay it~"

"Really?"

"I’ve been learning piano since I was a kid—I know what I’m talking about. If I say you’re good, you’re good!!"

"Heh, alright then. Your turn to play—I’ll go make dinner."

With a playful wink, Su Yang stood and headed to the kitchen.

Watching him walk away, Meng Qianyu shook her head in amazement. 'Is there anything Su Yang can’t do? This man is just… perfect.'

She glanced at Pan Ning, still lounging on the sofa, then plopped herself onto the piano bench and began playing casually.

An hour later, Su Yang prepared a rich, aromatic hotpot brimming with flavor.

The three of them chatted and laughed over the meal until well past eleven.

Meng Qianyu volunteered to wash the mountain of dishes, scrubbing every pot and pan spotless.

Afterward, they gathered on the sofa for casual conversation—Pan Ning on Su Yang’s left, Meng Qianyu on his right.

Once the small talk wound down, they picked a movie, poured glasses of red wine, and dimmed the living room lights to watch.

As the film played, Su Yang suddenly realized that two heads now rested on his shoulders—one on each side. Two distinct, intoxicating fragrances drifted into his senses.

In that moment, Su Yang felt an overwhelming sense of fulfillment.

[Ding. Detected that the host is no longer paying attention to the movie, feeling elated and exhilarated. Reward: 3 million yuan.]

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