Rose Manor

Chapter 98 How to thank me
After hearing this, Shen Jia Nian would be lying if she said she was not disappointed, but she had no complaints against Yan Qiusheng. Everyone has different standards in their hearts and should be respected.

Yan Qiusheng looked at the young girl with downcast eyebrows in front of him and said again apologetically: "I'm sorry, I don't have the energy to teach an apprentice."

"You don't have to be sorry, I'm very happy to see you again." Shen Jianian slightly curved his lips and showed an understanding smile.

"Mr. Yan, really don't think about it anymore?" Fu Jichen didn't look at him, lowered his eyes and turned the tea cup in his hand.

Yan Qiusheng was silent, looking at him with eyes full of scrutiny, not sure whether Mr. Fu's question meant a threat or a consultation.Because the expression on his face is really elusive, deep and serious, as if there is some kind of calculation hidden in it, which is frightening for no reason.

Shen Jia Nian gently placed a hand on the back of Fu Jichen's hand. When he looked at her, she shook her head slightly and said to him angrily: "Forget it."

Fu Jichen raised his eyes slightly, turned his palm over and pinched her fingers.

There is indeed no reason to force others to accept disciples in this world. He did not want to force others to do anything, especially after meeting Yan Qiusheng, he had no persistence in this regard. It was just a habit of striving for it as a businessman.

"Since Mr. Yan has no such plan, I won't bother you today." Fu Jichen raised the tea cup, made a gesture similar to a toast, and smiled lightly, "Thank you for the treat, the tea is good."

This was the meaning of farewell. Shen Jia Nian stood up after hearing this.

A soft and warm female voice suddenly broke in, with a slight sigh: "Qiu Sheng, I came to visit you in person, which shows that I sincerely want to be your teacher. Don't refuse in a hurry, why not think about it first."

The speaker was Yan Qiusheng's mother, who was in the open kitchen washing a basket of freshly picked strawberries.She listened to some of the conversation in the living room and had her own considerations in mind.

This mountainside villa has beautiful scenery and a quiet environment. It is a good place for recuperation.Qiu Sheng spent a lot of money to buy this place just to provide her with an isolated space to take good care of her body.

The disadvantage is that the transportation is not convenient enough, and no one visits all year round. Apart from the mother and son, there is only a nutritionist in charge of diet and hourly workers who come regularly to clean the house.

She hoped that there would be someone who could often accompany her and bring Qiu Sheng into more contact with the outside world. It was not worth focusing all his attention on her, a dying person.

Mother Yan brought a bowl of washed strawberries and placed it in front of Shen Jia Nian with a kind smile: "Try the strawberries I grew. They have not been treated with any medicine. They are very sweet."

Shen Jia Nian hurriedly said: "Thank you, Auntie, please sit down quickly."

Yan's mother shook her head. She had been sitting outside for a long time: "I'll go to the kitchen to see what ingredients are missing. You can stay for a meal tonight."

On the way to the kitchen, when he passed by Yan Qiusheng, Yan's mother patted him on the shoulder as a hint.

Shen Jia Nian was eating sweet strawberries with a somewhat embarrassed expression. She seemed to have embarrassed her idol...

Yan Qiusheng smiled helplessly. No matter how famous he is, he still has to be obedient in front of his mother.After thinking for a while, he stood up and said to Shen Jianian, "Follow me."

Shen Jianian blinked in surprise and glanced at Fu Jichen, who raised his chin lightly: "Go ahead."

She followed Yan Qiusheng to a room in the south. When she opened the door, she saw that the room was full of various precious musical instruments, including numerous Western and ethnic instruments, among which the cello was the most important.

The room is well-lit, and the door faces an entire floor-to-ceiling glass window. The sunlight fills the floor and shines onto the wall, reflecting the outline of the musical instrument.

"Pick a cello yourself and play a piece for me to listen to." Yan Qiusheng pulled up a chair and sat by the door, with one foot on the bar under the chair and his arms folded in a relaxed and casual posture.

His mother's words were not all orders. He had to evaluate them first before making a decision.

Shen Jianian suddenly felt nervous. He clenched his palms and without wasting time, he opened a piano case and carefully took out the cello.

Sitting on another chair, she thought for a moment and came up with an idea that suited her. Among the many repertoire, she chose "Singing on the Water" that Yan Qiusheng played at the Beicheng concert that year.

It was actually very risky to do this. Of course she didn't have the same level of skills as Yan Qiusheng. Playing the music he had played before in front of him was tantamount to trying to do the same thing, which might be self-defeating.

When melodious cello music flowed out of the room, Fu Jichen couldn't stay alone in the living room, so he simply got up and looked for the source of the sound.

The door was wide open, and the room was filled with sunlight. Shen Jia Nian was bathed in the abundant light, his hair was dyed golden, his eyelashes were drawn down, casting shadows on his face, and he played the piano quietly and beautifully.

Everything around her became a foil to her, and she was so dazzling.

Fu Jichen thought that she would have been like this if she had not suffered any family changes.

At the end of the song, Yan Qiusheng loosened his folded arms, clapped his hands, and commented in only two words: "Not bad."

Shen Jianian stood up holding the cello, nodded slightly, and met Fu Jichen's eyes at the door. Her cheeks turned red and her heart almost jumped out of her throat.

"Have you been practicing for many years?" Yan Qiusheng chuckled teasingly, helping her relieve her tension.

Shen Jianian looked away, pursed her lips and said "hmm" in embarrassment.Because of her admiration for him since childhood, she practiced all the pieces he played many times.

Even if the emotional expression is not precise enough, at least the technique will not go wrong.Yan Qiusheng did not embarrass her anymore and directly stated his conditions: "I have no plans to leave here for the time being. If you want to learn piano with me, you can only report here on time every day. I have to take my family to the hospital every Saturday A check-up and a day off. Is that acceptable?"

Shen Jianian was hit by the huge surprise and felt dizzy. He looked at Fu Jichen with his eyes wide open, as if asking him for confirmation. Did she hear it right? Yan Qiusheng agreed to accept her as his disciple!
Fu Jichen couldn't see how flattered she looked, but when he met her expectant eyes, he still nodded along with her wishes.

Tell her silently that she heard it right.

It has been a long time since Shen Jia Nian was so happy without any worries. She bowed deeply towards Yan Qiusheng and curled her lips: "Thank you, Master. I will definitely learn from you."

Yan Qiusheng had not accepted new people or things for a long time. After being stunned for a moment, he lowered his head and smiled.

Fu Jichen glanced at his watch and wanted to leave right away, but couldn't resist Yan's mother's enthusiasm and repeatedly persuaded them to stay, saying that the dishes were ready and waiting to be cooked.

Being respectful is worse than obeying orders, so the two of them had no choice but to stay and continue to chatter. After dinner, they got on the return car.

Someone called Fu Jichen and heard that the conversation was related to work. Shen Jia Nian remained silent, but his heart was very excited.

This afternoon was like a magical journey for her, pulling her out of the quagmire of the past, injecting fresh nutrients into her life, diluting the haze caused by hatred.

She seemed to be able to glimpse the outline of the road ahead. It was no longer a straight, dark and suffocating narrow corridor, but there was light penetrating through it, and there might also be flowers and applause.

These were all brought to her by the men around her.

There was a sour feeling in Shen Jia Nian's nose. He raised his eyes and looked to the right. Fu Jichen's side face was cold and solemn. The hand wearing the watch held the phone to his ear. In a cold voice, he told the people on the other side to prepare for various meetings. Information, there will be a meeting tomorrow morning.

After ending the phone call, Fu Jichen flexed his knuckles and pressed them twice between his eyebrows.

Shen Jia Nian subconsciously approached him, raised his arm, and pressed his temple with his fingertips: "Do you have a headache? Do you want me to press it for you?"

Fu Jichen put down his hand and looked sideways, the annoyance in his eyes dissipated a little and was filled with tenderness.

Thinking that he didn't believe it, Shen Jianian assured him with firm eyes: "I am very experienced. I have done it for my dad before, and he said it was effective."

She rarely took the initiative to mention her deceased parents. It was a pain that she tried hard to forget. Now that it came out of her mouth so naturally, it seemed that there was no heart-piercing sadness.

Shen Jia Nian was stunned, his gaze fixed on Fu Jichen's face blankly and voidly.

He said, "Give it a try."

Shen Jianian lowered his eyes, suppressed the heart palpitations that suddenly arose, adjusted his sitting posture, turned sideways and knelt on the seat facing him, pressing his hands on both sides of his head.

From the temples to the brow bones, to the center of the eyebrows, and back to the scalp behind the ears, several acupuncture points that help soothe the mind are taken care of.

Her fingers were slender, but her strength was not weak. She massaged alternately light and heavy, and fatigue seemed to be driven out of her body bit by bit.

Even if he didn't say it, Shen Jia Nian knew that given the situation he was in when he just returned to the group, it was impossible for him not to be busy.He could spare a whole day to spend with her, but he would definitely have to do a lot of extra work before that, and he would be even busier after that.

Fu Jichen gradually relaxed under the moderate force and began to feel sleepy, but he couldn't bear the thought of her maintaining an awkward posture to serve him.He took her hand and said, "Okay."

"Fu Jichen, thank you." Shen Jianian said suddenly.

Fu Jichen looked into her eyes and understood what she meant.Her thank you was not just about finding Yan Qiusheng and accepting her as his disciple, but also about many, many more things.

He hummed softly: "How can you thank me?"

The next second she finished speaking, he held her waist and pulled her over.

In an instant, Shen Jianian sat on his lap, and the man wrapped his arms tightly around her waist.

Shen Jia Nian was motionless, with his tight leg muscles underneath him, his solid chest beside him, and his scent in his breath.This man invaded all her senses imperceptibly.

The image of her and him entangled in bed in the morning suddenly entered her mind, and her cheeks suddenly heated up.

"You...you let me go first."

Qu Mo was still in front, and Shen Jia Nian was embarrassed to speak loudly, so a few words squeezed out from the gap between his lips in a low voice.

In Fu Jichen's eyes, there was only a shy and timid expression. He raised the corners of his lips, lowered his head and kissed her increasingly red cheek.

(End of this chapter)