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Chapter 3 "Young Master Xiao Lu, can I leave directly, or are there other arrangements?" While waiting for a reply to the message, Liang Qiuye left the main house and sat on a stone chair under the old plum trees in the courtyard, looking up at the vigorous branches of Qiuqu. The sun sets in the sky like molten gold. In a moment, the glow has arrived. The air in the mountain forest was fresh, and the colors on the horizon were particularly rich. Liang Qiuye looked up again. In the glow, the old…-
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Chapter 3 Shang Qinghui was a little confused: "What do you mean...?" "Do you still want to learn piano?" Li Huating asked. Shang Qinghui's heart rose in his throat. Of course, of course he still wanted to. He worked hard to earn money in the city just to get the chance to continue learning piano. Li Huating looked at him and asked with a smile: "Do you have a favorite school and teacher?" Shang Qinghui seemed to be standing in the clouds: "Yes, is that…-
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Chapter 1 Chapter 1: A Down-and-Out Heir Meets a True Tycoon Shang Qinghui had studied piano since childhood. His fingers were exceptionally strong: when they landed on piano keys, the sound was clear and ringing; when they landed on someone’s skin, they weren’t any gentler. Back when his family had just gone bankrupt, his classmates had tentatively tried to bully him. The result was a set of Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms, delivered with such sharp smacks and such a fine sense of rhythm that, if you…
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Chapter 2 The last notes still lingered in the room. “You played very well,” Li Huating said. “You can take whatever you like from the money in the drawer.” Hearing that, Shang Qinghui immediately got practical again. He decided he really ought to take the money. Clearing his throat, he shamelessly asked, “Can I put it in a bag?” “You’re short on money,” Li Huating observed. Shang Qinghui smiled ingratiatingly. “Mr. Li, you’re very good at reading people.” Li Huating smiled again,…
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Chapter 1: White Mountains and Black Waters In the small hours, a late-autumn rain had fallen in a fine drizzle. The mountain road was difficult to navigate. A tire sank into a muddy rut. He floored the accelerator, but the right front wheel spun uselessly, flinging mud everywhere. He tried starting the car again, only for it to suddenly stall. “Beep!” The young man in the driver’s seat angrily pounded the steering wheel. The shrill honk shattered the morning stillness, sending the birds resting in…
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Chapter 2 Helpless, Liang Qiuye swung his long legs over the motorcycle seat and settled himself securely. He waved for Old Zhou not to chase after him and said lazily, “Let’s leave it to fate. If we’re meant to meet, we will.” The motorcycle sped away, rolling over the last fallen leaves of late autumn. Beneath his scuffed helmet, Liang Qiuye’s eyes were clear as water. 【Author’s Note】 Xie Rong is the gong; Liang Qiuye is the shou. Chapter 2: Attending the King The autumn air was crisp,…
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