Wen Qiao had never seen Fu Nanli's methods. After all, she didn't like Fu Nanli's dark side.
How could she not worry
Fu Nanli grabbed her hand. There was tape wrapped around several fingers of her right hand. Because she had been competing for the Lily Award some time ago, she had practiced the piano very hard, and her fingers were under a lot of strain.
Fu Nanli peeled off the tape wrapped around her index finger. Her left index finger was tender and smooth, but her right index finger, which had always been used to pluck the strings, was covered with thin calluses.
No one can succeed easily. Even though Wen Qiao has many side jobs, he has never forgotten his original intention and has never relaxed his training for a moment.
He rubbed it gently: "Will it hurt?"
Wen Qiao looked nonchalant: "My fingers hurt when I first started learning, but then they got calluses and I wrapped them with tape. After a day of playing, they're just a little numb, but not that painful."
Fu Nanli held her hand and put it to his mouth, kissing it gently: "Now that you have won the gold medal, can you relax a little?"
"That won't work. One minute on stage requires ten years of practice off stage. If I don't practice for a day, the audience will be able to detect it. This is my life's work. I can put other things aside, but not the pipa."
What can Fu Nanli do
He could only compromise.
He was just a little envious, because the time he spent playing the pipa was longer than the time he spent in Wen Qiao's arms.
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The next day, after finishing a day's classes, Wen Qiao prepared to go to Yu Shu's pub with the other members of the club to have some fun and relax.
The drizzle was wrapped in neon lights. Wen Qiao and his friends trotted all the way to the pub. Yu Shu had reserved a booth for them. It was lively inside, and the resident singer on the small stage was singing a tender English song.
Wen Qiao watched Yu Shu pouring wine for others, his eyes filled with desire.
With a click, Yu Shu brought over a glass of juice: "Drink this."
Wen Qiao felt bored.
Yu Shu rubbed her head and said, "Your boyfriend is very strict, I dare not act rashly. If I drink and get into trouble, I will be hunted down by Master Fu. I dare not challenge him."
Wen Qiao could only drink juice from the cup.
After a while, a middle-aged man in a suit walked out of the semi-open private room and waved to Wen Qiao.
Wen Qiao stood up and walked over.
The man smiled and said, "You are Wen Qiao, right?"
Wen Qiao remained calm: "Who are you?"
"I am Director Zhang of Zhonghuan Group."
"Hello."
"Can we go up to a quiet room to talk?"
Wen Qiao smiled: "Of course."
She said a few words to Yu Shu and followed Director Zhang upstairs. In the quiet private room, Director Zhang was wearing gold-rimmed glasses and had a very friendly smile. He was the kind of person who could easily make people let down their guard.
"Director Zhang, what do you want to talk to me about?" Wen Qiao put down the cup in his hand.
"It's like this. I don't know if Mr. Fu has ever told you that there are two factions in Zhonghuan."
Wen Qiao looked at him innocently: "No, how could he tell me about the company? Even if he told me, I wouldn't understand."
Director Zhang smiled and said, "Miss Wen, don't you understand? I heard in the company that you invested in Fenlin Pharmaceuticals and even asked Mr. Fu to invest in it, which made Mr. Fu earn a lot of money."
Wen Qiao laughed: "Is that what he said? In fact, he was the one who invested, and I just followed suit. How would I understand that?"
Director Zhang's eyes flashed with understanding. In fact, they also guessed this privately. The eldest son wanted to flatter his young girlfriend and wanted her to gain the recognition of the old man, so he was willing to give all the credit to his young girlfriend.
(End of this chapter)