Madam Zhou was smiling as she looked at Lu Beichuan. “You really should have performed later. That way Master Pianist Charlie could hear you play the piano. He would definitely feel happy to have an admirer like you.”


  Puzzled, Ye Zhen asked, “Did Master Pianist Charlie come?”


  Madam Zhou looked towards the doorway. Smiling, she said, “He’s here.”


  She headed over the person that appeared in the doorway.

  The young musician Charlie, who was highly praised by people in the music industry, was wearing a formal suit and following a server into the ballroom.

  He was a young-looking foreigner. His height attracted attention, his skin was surprisingly white, and his facial features were exquisite. Underneath his long, curled eyelashes, there were eyes that looked like blue gems set in white mercury. His soulful eyes were deep and defined. His naturally yellow hair was slightly curly. He was a handsome young man that didn’t look older than 20 years old.

  “Hello, Mr. Charlie. Thank you very much for coming to my birthday party,” Madam Zhou greeted Charlie and shook his hands while smiling.

  “It’s my honor to attend your birthday party.” Charlie slightly bowed after shaking hands as a mark of respect. He had a dapper appearance, and his British aristocracy ancestry was fully revealed in his gentlemanly mannerism.

  This was yet another character that was glossed over in the novel. Ye Zhen thoughtfully looked at Charlie. “Master Pianist Charlie looks quite young. To have such talent at a young age…”


  Lu Beichuan glanced at Ye Zhen and then indifferently looked at Charlie. “Don’t think he’s young. He’s ten years old than you.”


  “Ten years?” Ye Zhen looked at Charlie in surprise. She lamented over the enigma of foreigners’ ages.

  “Charlie, if you could come here earlier, you might have been able to hear a lovely, moving musical feast.” Feeling extremely regretful about the missed opportunity, Madam Zhou introduced Lu Beichuan to Charlie, “This is Lu Beichuan. He finished playing Serenade five minutes ago.”


  Charlie looked at Lu Beichuan and stared at him for a while before smiling and stepping forward and hugging him.

  It was a warm hug between friends. Before separating, Charlie warmly and comfortably said, “Lu! You’re really here! It’s been such a long time since we last met!”


  Lu Beichuan nodded. “Three years.”


  “You two know each other?” Madam Zhou asked.

  In a friendly manner, Charlie kept his arm around his shoulder and answered in broken Mandarin, “We’re friends.”


  They really were friends.

  When Lu Beichuan had been studying abroad, he and Lu Beichuan had seen a lot of each other for a period of time. They had attended a school where outstanding geniuses gathered and everyone was born out-of-the-ordinary.

  “Lu, Madam Zhou said you played my Serenade in public? You’re such a musical genius!” Charlie was friendly and generous. “I should have composed more when we were schoolmates that way you could have given me more feedback!”


  Madam Zhou vaguely figured something out from Charlie’s words. She looked at Lu Beichuan with a more stunned look.

  Lu Beichuan didn’t reminisce with him. He turned his head and introduced Ye Zhen and Charlie to each other.

  “This is my friend, Charlie.” After a succinct introduction, Lu Beichuan said to Charlie, “This is my wife, Ye Zhen.” An equally succinct introduction.

  Charlie wasn’t stingy at all with complimenting her. “This young lady is so beautiful. The first moment I saw you, I started guessing which family’s young miss you are. After all, you fit exactly the most perfect and beautiful woman in my dreams. I didn’t expect you to be Lu Beichuan’s wife! Whether it was before or now, Lu Beichuan, this fellow, has luck that’s so good that it makes people jealous. He’s so lucky to marry a woman as beautiful as you. Although I’m not very happy, only Lu Beichuan, this arrogant fellow, can match you. The two of you are a match made in Heaven. I sincerely wish the two of you well.”


  The romantic French man showered Ye Zhen with praises. Faced with his friends sweet-sounding, but insincere words, Lu Beichuan furrowed his brow and wrapped his arm around Ye Zhen’s waist to declare sovereignty.

  Ye Zhen faintly smiled. “Thank you for your well wishes.”


  Charlie looked at the arm on Ye Zhen’s waist. A surprised and feeling-ladened expression appeared on his face.

  This was a marvelous love.