Title: I’m Pregnant with the Villain’s Child
Translator: Little Bamboo Spirit
Chapter 243 - It was the same for him; his eyes only had Ye Zhen (1)
Just as Ye Zhen had expected, Lu Beichuan, who had grown up in a family like the Lu’s, had learned a wide range of skills in his childhood: piano, painting, calligraphy, Go, sailing, etc. However, it was as he had said, he only had a basic understanding in those areas and wasn’t proficient in them. In front of a real expert, the difference in skill level would be apparent.
The first musical notes were drawn-out and lingered in the hall. Ye Zhen’s gaze was riveted on Lu Beichuan. She had seen Lu Beichuan’s maverick side as well as his victorious side, but she had never seen such a gentlemanly and elegant side of him.
Seeing him sitting there, focused on playing the tranquil Serenade and displaying his talent, he couldn’t be more mesmerizing.
Such a man was actually her husband. Ye Zhen was dazzled.
He was Lu Corporation’s CEO, had over a hundred billion in assets, an impeccable face, talent that could be released at any time, and sufficient patience and respect. Countless people dreamed for a man like him. Even if there was only a contract between them and no real love, she had easily gotten him.
She smiled at Lu Beichuan and stared unwaveringly at him.
The ballroom was dimly lit, and the only beam of light was on the piano and Lu Beichuan. He was haloed in light and seemed as if he was painted in gold.
The music was constant. The piano keys jumped underneath Lu Beichuan’s slender fingers. Note after note of the beautiful music resonated throughout the ballroom. Unlike Ye Qing’s flustered playing that was devoid of substance, Lu Beichuan’s professional performance was calm and steady. His calm and focused performance was breathtaking. Everyone had tacitly quieted down to silently listen.
Sitting on the piano bench, Lu Beichuan looked through the crowd and locked eyes with Ye Zhen. His gaze was gentle and firm just like the melodious music he was playing.
The countless guests quietly listened. They heard the melodious first half of the score and then the second half, which Ye Qing had made fatal mistakes with. Lu Beichuan played that second half, unflustered.
His calm demeanor led Ye Zhen to deeply sink into the song. The performance lasted about ten minutes, but time passed by so quickly that Ye Zhen felt as if only three minutes had passed. When she heard the enthusiastic applause around her, she wished that he could continue playing.
Lu Beichuan stopped the motion of his fingers, looked around, and got off the stage. He walked over to Ye Zhen. She was looking up at him with her luminous and limpid eyes. Those eyes seemed to contain the stars, the sea, the world, and all living things, but they only saw him and only had room for him. It was the same for him; his eyes only had Ye Zhen.
Lu Beichuan’s Adam’s apple rolled, but he didn’t dare to do anything without permission. He wasn’t a hesitant person, but when facing Ye Zhen, he was constantly breaking all of his definitions.
“Ye Zhen, I…” The mood was truly very good. Emotions were running high and the lighting was gentle, easily stirring up feelings.
Before Lu Beichuan could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a smiling Madam Zhou. “Mr Lu, you’re truly a promising junior. You even have such profound artistic attainments in piano.”
Lu Beichuan’s eyes slightly moved. He stiffly looked away from Ye Zhen and looked at Madam Zhou with an extremely unnatural expression. Preoccupied with other thoughts, it was inevitable that his mood wasn’t good. “I don’t dare to accept such praise. I just learned a little bit when I was young and got a few pointers from friends when I was living abroad.”
Ye Zhen also instinctively looked away. Her face was slightly flushed. The redness extended to the tips of her ears.
Madam Zhou thought Lu Beichuan was just being humble.
She had seen too many people competing to show off in front of her. They would exaggerate their abilities as if there was concrete proof, but in reality, they only had a smattering of knowledge. The difficulty of playing Charlie’s Serenade had always been unanimous in the music industry. Only an accomplished person that had worked hard would be able to play Serenade so wonderfully.
Madam Zhou appreciatively looked at Lu Beichuan. A young man like him, who was candid and humble, was rare.
Someone whispered a few words in Madam Zhou’s ear, and her eyes lit up. She repeatedly told that person, “Quickly, invite him in!”
That person immediately left after getting that order.