You went on a blind date and presented an A-level wanted criminal as a meeting gift?

In the courtyard, Shen Manyun and Lin Zhiyuan, the elderly couple, had already gotten up and were practicing Tai Chi with great care and precision. Their every breath was filled with satisfaction with their idyllic life.

Seeing Lin Chen bring out breakfast, Shen Manyun immediately beamed and waved, lowering her voice, "Son, why don't you sleep a little longer? You must be exhausted from last night!"

The teasing and knowing look in his eyes made Lin Chen's face flush, and he coughed twice.

"You little rascal, are you shy now!"

Shen Manyun watched her son's retreating figure, her smile spreading across her face.

Just as Lin Chen was about to wake the girls up, Su Ke'er, wearing a pink cartoon bunny pajama, rubbed her sleepy eyes and walked over with her bare white feet, like a kitten that couldn't find its owner, following the scent.

"It smells so good... Brother Lin Chen, what are you making?"

Upon seeing Lin Chen, Su Ke'er's eyes lit up instantly. She pounced on him like a fledgling returning to its nest, hugging him tightly from behind and pressing her face against his broad, warm back, rubbing against him contentedly.

"Little glutton, you have a pretty good nose."

Lin Chen chuckled and patted her small hands that were wrapped around his waist.

"Go wash up, it'll be ready to eat soon."

"No, I want to hold you like this."

Su Ke'er pouted and acted coquettishly, her voice so soft and sweet it was almost sickening.

"Holding Brother Lin Chen in my arms feels better than eating anything else."

Lin Chen had no choice but to let her cling to him like a koala while he continued working.

At breakfast time, a huge round table was filled with a dazzling array of morning exercises, their aromas so enticing that they made the girls, who had just gotten up, very hungry.

"Wow! Lin Chen, you can even make waffles? Is there anything you can't do?"

Looking at the exquisite pastries that resembled works of art, Ye Qingcheng's usually aloof phoenix eyes were filled with amazement.

"I know a little, I know a little."

Lin Chen smiled modestly, but his hands kept moving, naturally serving dishes to everyone.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was warm and harmonious. Although the four women occasionally exchanged glances, the soothing effect of the food and Lin Chen's impeccable skill in handling everyone were enough to make them chat and laugh like real sisters.

However, Lin Chen keenly noticed a discordant note.

[God-level Micro-expression Analysis] Now Available!

He noticed that Su Ke'er, who was usually the most lively and carefree, was still smiling today, but between the moments when she lowered her head to drink her porridge, a very faint trace of annoyance and resistance would inadvertently flash between her brows.

These minute details might fool others, but they could never fool Lin Chen's eyes.

After the meal, everyone dispersed, but Lin Chen used the excuse of cleaning up the dishes to keep Su Ke'er behind.

"Ke'er, is something on your mind?"

While washing the dishes, Lin Chen asked casually.

Su Ke'er paused in wiping the table, then forced a smile.

"No, Brother Lin Chen, what could be on my mind?"

"Yeah?"

Lin Chen turned off the tap, turned around, dried his hands with a towel, and looked at her gently.

"But your lips only turned up 15 degrees, your eyes darted away for 0.3 seconds, and you only ate one of your favorite custard buns. This is not like our little foodie."

Su Ke'er's disguise crumbled instantly under Lin Chen's all-knowing gaze.

Her nose tingled and her eyes reddened. She put down the rag, walked to Lin Chen's side, and buried her head in his chest, feeling wronged.

"Brother Lin Chen..."

"Yes, I'm here."

Lin Chen gently patted her back, his voice so tender it could melt your heart.

Surrounded by Lin Chen's strong sense of security, Su Ke'er finally revealed her true feelings.

It turns out that there is a very high-caliber symphony concert at the National Centre for the Performing Arts tonight.

The lead singer is Liu Zhenbang, a leading figure in the Chinese classical music scene and Su Ke'er's former music mentor.

This concert was Mr. Liu's farewell performance, and it held extraordinary significance for him and all his students. As one of Mr. Liu's most outstanding students, Su Ke'er naturally had to attend.

The root of the troubles came from a newly accepted disciple of Master Liu, a young pianist named Bai Zixuan.

This Bai Zixuan comes from a prominent family and does have some talent in piano. He has won several international awards at a young age, which has made him extremely arrogant and conceited.

Recently, he has been using the pretext of "discussing music" to harass Su Ke'er, his words filled with an uncomfortable sense of superiority and possessiveness, which has annoyed Su Ke'er to no end.

"He...he texted me again yesterday, saying that after the performance tonight, I have to go with him to the celebration banquet, and he also said...he also said that it was Teacher Liu's idea..."

Su Ke'er's voice carried a hint of helplessness and disgust.

"But I know that Teacher Liu would never say such a thing."

"I don't want to go, but I'm afraid of offending him and making things difficult for Teacher Liu."

"That's all?"

After listening, Lin Chen smiled faintly, reached out, and affectionately patted Su Ke'er's head.

"Um……"

Su Ke'er raised her head, her big, watery eyes filled with trepidation.

"Silly girl."

Lin Chen pinched her delicate cheek, his tone domineering and leaving no room for argument.

"With me here, no one in this world can force you to do anything you don't like."

He paused, a hint of coldness creeping into his smile.

"I'll go with you tonight."

"Really?"

Su Ke'er's eyes lit up instantly, all the gloom vanished, replaced by endless admiration and peace of mind.

She knew that once her brother Lin Chen said those words, nothing in the world could bother her anymore.

"certainly."

Lin Chen smiled and replied, but his heart was completely calm.

He didn't even care about that clown.

However, the moment he made this decision, his previously silent [God-level Sixth Sense] twitched very slightly without warning.

It's as if beneath the calm surface of a lake, an unseen undercurrent is quietly surging.

Lin Chen raised his eyebrows almost imperceptibly, thinking to himself: Interesting. An ordinary concert doesn't seem to be as simple as it appears.