Hettie walked straight onto the stage and sat down at the piano. The guests below quieted down, waiting to hear her play.
It seemed she often performed at banquets, so no one was particularly surprised.
Zhou Yi leaned against the wall, sipping his drink as he asked his system:
"System, do you have any impressive piano pieces? Preferably ones this world has never heard before."
"Of course, but you know the drill."
"Go on, how many attribute points?"
"Just 50,000. Absolute masterpiece—guaranteed to make the big shots below lose their minds, including that woman you're trying to charm."
"Alright, alright, you think you’ve got me all figured out, huh?"
"I don’t, but I’ve mastered your tastes. You love chasing women who start off a little tsundere."
Zhou Yi... Zhou Yi couldn’t deny it.
Admittedly, conquering that type of woman was more fun for him.
"Aren’t you looking forward to seeing her dumbstruck expression later?"
"Host, I’m not a man. I can’t get excited, nor do I understand your thrills."
......
Zhou Yi stopped bantering with the system and directly purchased the recommended piano piece, titled Tears of the Divine.
Hettie was called a pianist for a reason—she had her own unique style.
Her playing was fiery and unrestrained, a stark contrast to her cold, elegant appearance.
Perhaps all her passion was poured into the piano, allowing the audience to feel the raw emotion. Everyone present was utterly captivated by Hettie’s performance.
There was no denying it—Hettie was a mesmerizing woman, especially when she played.
As the piece ended, applause erupted. Hettie lifted the hem of her dress and curtsied gracefully.
Albedo smiled and praised her, prompting Hettie to finally show a smile of her own.
"Professor, Mr. Zhou said he wanted to challenge me. Now it’s his turn."
She glanced at Zhou Yi, her expression practically saying, Let’s see what you’ve got.
Albedo sensed the tension but was always eager to witness a piano duel.
With a chuckle, he said, "Is that so, Zhou? You’re performing too?"
"Yes, Mr. Albedo."
"Wonderful! We’re in for a treat tonight. Which piece will you play?"
"I’ll improvise."
The pianists in the room exchanged intrigued looks.
"Go ahead, Zhou. We’ll all be cheering for you."
Matthew, meanwhile, raised his camera again, ready to record the moment. He always captured photos and videos at these gatherings, and tonight was no exception.
Zhou Yi stepped onto the stage and sat down slowly, closing his eyes before his fingers danced across the keys.
The audience’s reactions shifted from anticipation to shock, then awe, and finally sheer amazement—all within two minutes.
This was undoubtedly a piece they’d never heard before, convincing them it truly was an improvisation.
How else could such a breathtaking composition remain unknown? And his playing was flawless—not a single misplaced note or hesitation!
"This is unbelievable! He’s like the reincarnation of Master Bach!"
"Oh my God, this will become a classic, mark my words."
"To think such a prodigy was unheard of in the piano world... What a tragedy we nearly missed him tonight!"
Even Albedo and the other guests couldn’t stop marveling.
One elderly pianist sighed, "I pale in comparison."
As for Hettie? She reacted exactly as Zhou Yi had predicted—completely stunned.
Or perhaps enchanted was the word.
Her gaze fixed on Zhou Yi, lips slightly parted, lost in the music.
Only when the piece ended and thunderous applause filled the room did she snap back to reality.
Now she understood the vast gulf between them.
All traces of her earlier arrogance vanished as she clapped fervently for Zhou Yi.
Matthew was beside himself with excitement. Thank goodness he’d recorded it—this was improvisation!
His footage might become study material for countless students. He hurried to back it up on Albedo’s computer.
Meanwhile, Zhou Yi was showered with praise.
"Zhou, you’re the most talented pianist I’ve ever met!"
"Absolutely. Even at my age, I’m humbled. Talent trumps years of practice—though that’s a harsh truth for those without it."
"Zhou, I’d considered taking you as my student, but clearly, you’re beyond teaching. You’re God’s own pianist."
"If I hadn’t come tonight, I’d have missed something extraordinary. Hearing you play is my luckiest moment."
The admiration was genuine. Brilliance deserved respect.
And Hettie? Her eyes now held only deep infatuation.
"Zhou, your talent is staggering. I can’t believe I was so rude earlier... I’m sorry."
"No need. It was just a friendly match. I wasn’t offended at all."
"You’re magnanimous, and I’m utterly smitten."
Her beautiful eyes burned with passion. From then on, she stuck to Zhou Yi’s side—the icy beauty turned into an adoring fan.
"Zhou, do you have a girlfriend?"
"No. Why do you ask, Hettie?"
"Would you consider me? I adore you."
"Uh... isn’t this a bit sudden? I’ve never thought about it before. Besides, didn’t Matthew say you’d sworn off marriage?"
"That was before I met you. Zhou, are you free tonight? Would you like to come to my place for a drink?"
Hettie was completely besotted.
It was as if Zhou Yi only needed to say "marry me," and she’d drag him to the courthouse without hesitation.
077: "Host, does she have some misunderstanding? Should you remind her that piano skills aren’t sexually transmitted?"
Zhou Yi: "Maybe she just sees me as her soulmate. Artists fall fast and hard."
He added wistfully to the system, "Pity I already promised Claire tonight. Otherwise, a drink at this beauty’s place would’ve been perfect."
077: "You could visit Hettie first, then Claire. It’s not like they conflict."
Zhou Yi: "? That’s even more shameless than my ideas."
"But I like it. Decision made."
What would it feel like to have this aloof beauty burning with passion in bed?
Zhou Yi was looking forward to finding out.
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
