You Should Pluck the Strings of the Guitar, Not the Strings of My Heart

"Don't worry, your boss's taste is unquestionable, I'll make you the prettiest girl in Su Hang today."

Tang Yu chuckled.

【Be more bold and open, break your past self】

【Hmm, it would be good to get her to wear a COS suit.】

【Considering her size A, the COS ensemble for the character should suit her.】

【Add a pair of black silk stockings later, oh, that will be amazing.】

All these conversations confused Chi Yin, feeling a bit frustrated in her heart.

She didn't understand these things, anime and COS weren't from her world.

Her world consisted only of tasks and death.

When they arrived at the mall, Tang Yu parked the car and led Chi Yin inside.

This mall was owned by the Tang family and positioned at the high-end of the market spectrum.

The shops here were all luxury brands.

After the two entered, they took the elevator straight to the third floor. Tang Yu was very familiar with this mall.

He led Chi Yin to a piano shop named QuartetDe.

Upon seeing the customers, a female sales assistant immediately came to greet them with a bow.

"Welcome, may I assist you with anything?”

"Can you take me to the guitars, please?"

Tang Yu requested with a smile.

"Certainly."

The female sales representative nodded again and again, then when she raised her head and saw Tang Yu's handsome face, couldn't help but lose herself for a moment.

This customer... is really handsome.

She led them to the guitar section and asked: "Which type are you looking for - classical folk or electric?"

"Which one do you prefer?"

Tang Yu looked at Chi Yin and laughed.

In the original storyline, deep down in her heart, Chi Yin was a girl longing for a normal life.

Nobody normal would want to live a life full of blood and danger.

Music was her hobby, she loved guitars but didn't have the destiny to own one.

So, giving her a guitar as a birthday present couldn't be more appropriate.

Chi Yin immediately began selecting, her face filled with joy.

After considering for a while, she finally chose a pale yellow handmade classical guitar.

"This one."

Chi Yin held the guitar in her hands, her eyes sparkling as if she'd obtained a priceless treasure.

Her natural radiant smile was like an iris blooming quietly in a deep, serene valley.

Tang Yu, standing aside, was stunned, feeling his heart race involuntarily.

【How can she look so beautiful when she smiles?】

Hearing Tang Yu's heart speak, Chi Yin felt a bit of embarrassment surface.

Such earnest praise from his heart... made her feel... delighted.

"You have great taste, miss. This is the last Smoman classical guitar in our store. As it's purely handmade and customized, each one takes nearly two years to complete."

The female sales assistant was also very pleased knowing a big commission awaits her.

"May I try it first?"

Chi Yin raised her head to ask.

"Of course, it is tuned already. Please feel free to give it a try."

The female sales representative said with a polite smile.

Chi Yin grinned cheerfully, got a feeling for it and started to play.

Soon, a lively tune filled the air.

Tang Yu sat quietly on the side, admiring the music and his gaze settling on Chi Yin's face.

While playing the guitar, her attentive and pure smile made her look less like an assassin and more like the lovely girl-next-door.

After finishing a piece, she looked at Tang Yu with joy and asked, "Mr. Tang, what do you think?"

"Quite impressive." Tang Yu raised his thumb in praise.

【The technique was flawless except for a small mistake.】

【You're supposed to be strumming the guitar strings, not the strings of my heart.】

Hearing Tang Yu's thoughts, Chi Yin blushed slightly.

This man, always with these lines. Can't he hold back the compliments?

"How much?"

Tang Yu pulled out a credit card from his wallet and handed it over.

"Hello, sir, that'll be three hundred and seventy thousand yuan."

The female sales associate swiftly took out the card machine to process the payment.

As soon as the transaction was complete and she was handing Tang Yu his receipt, an attractive woman with a bag walked in from the outside.

Her hair was dyed a wine red, and she was quite a beauty.

As she walked, her sizable bosom drew a fair bit of attention.

"Hello, ma'am, how may I assist you?"

On seeing the woman, the sales associate quickly bowed in greeting.

The woman pulled out a black membership card from her pocket, waving it lightly.

"I'm a black-gold member of your store. I heard you have a Smoman guitar? Bring it to me."

Checking the membership card, the sales associate recognized it as their highest tier membership, even bearing the holder's name.

Her expression turned to one of difficulty.

"I'm sorry, Miss Xiao, but the Smoman was just sold."

"Sold?"

Xiao Meiyun's brow furrowed and her face darkened immediately.

Spotting Chi Yin holding the Smoman guitar, Xiao Meiyun ordered the sales associate.

"Return their money; I want that guitar."

She'd run around two shops just to find a Smoman for a live session in a few days' time.

The sales associate was flustered, not expecting such a demand, and stammered, "I'm sorry, but we can't do that. It's against our store policy…"

Before she could finish her words, Xiao Meiyun, with a darkened face, slapped her, shouting, "I'm a black-gold member, and you're lecturing me about rules? Do you know how much I've spent at your store? More than you'll ever earn in your life!"

The sales associate shrunk back, stinging slap reddening her face.

Holding her face, she retreated a few steps, filled with humiliation and fear, and weakly apologized to Xiao Meiyun.

Her music shop was a nationwide luxury chain, becoming a black-gold member required spending at least five million yuan.

How could she, a mere sales associate, dare to offend such a respected customer?

Tang Yu frowned.

The plot was getting quite spicy. He carefully recalled the woman's identity.

She was a villain's mistress, supposed to offend Ye Chen at this point.

Followed by Ye Chen, the Dragon King, getting angry and beating her up, leading to the villain's appearance and conflict with Ye Chen.

Thus the familiar sequence of showing off, face slapping, and initiating conflict began.

"Well, the opportunity for Ye Chen to step in has arrived."

Tang Yu smirked, thinking of a wicked idea, then decided to wait and watch the drama unfold.

At that moment, a middle-aged man in a suit rushed in and asked.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I am store manager Chen Zhizhuan, what seems to be the problem here?"

Xiao Meiyun's gaze falls on him, expressing dissatisfaction.

"How do you train your staff in this store? She was lecturing me about the rules here."

Seeing Xiao Meiyun's Black Gold membership card, a subtle change appears on Chen Zhizhuan's face.

He then glares at the female sales associate admonishingly.

"Liu Xiuqin, have you lost your mind? Who gave you the right to talk to a customer like this? Apologize to her immediately."

"No, these customers have already paid for the guitar and this Miss Xiao wants me to refund them so that she can buy the guitar......"

Liu Xiuqin was on the verge of tears, sobbing while covering her face.

Interrupting her explanation, Chen Zhizhuan speaks impatiently.

"Don't you understand basic communication? Apologize to this lady immediately, or get out."

"If you let her apologize, your piano store can just close up in Su Hang from today onwards."

The long-silent Tang Yu suddenly chimed in.

Chen Zhizhuan took one look at Tang Yu and sneered.

"And who exactly are you? You're going to run us out of Su Hang? Do you know who our boss is?"

Xiao Meiyun also started hurling piercingly acerbic insults.

"What are you, a pauper, meddling for? Do you have any say in this place? Running a store out of business, do you think you're capable?"

"And you, drop that Sraman, dressed up all like a peasant, do you think this is some toy you can play with?"

"If you mess up my live stream, I'll plaster your faces all over the internet and socially ruin you."

After finishing her rant, she reached out to snatch the guitar from Chi Yin.

Chi Yin's eyes turned cold.

Just as Xiao Meiyun stretched out to snatch the guitar.

Tang Yu had already stood up, instinctively landing a backhand slap, right across her face.