A Young Woman's Heart

"Oh, you didn't bring it? You finished eating so quickly? Would you like some more?"

"No, I'll have some more vegetables," Mo Xueyao said, scooping a few spoonfuls of Mapo Tofu into her rice bowl. "The spiciness is just right."

"That's to take care of you, otherwise I think it could be spicier." The father said, pouring some chili peppers into his bowl. "In winter, you should eat something spicy to really enjoy it, right, Wanyan? Do you want some?"

"Okay, thank you, Uncle."

"Wow, Wanyan can handle spicy food this well too?"

"It's alright," Li Wanyan replied modestly, then stuffed the chili sauce directly into her mouth.

Seeing her calm demeanor, Mo Xueyao suddenly felt incredibly weak.

In the dim light of the kerosene lamp, the wick flickered slightly, and because the glass cover was not completely sealed, some air leaked in.

The wind made the shadows stretch out so long, like menacing ghosts.

"Dad, why did you come to Hangzhou?" Mo Xueyao suddenly asked curiously.

"Of course, he wants to make a name for himself." The father glanced at Mo Xueyao sideways. "What's the point of staying at home? A man should go out and make his way in the world. That's what it means to have a sense of adventure, right?"

"Oh~ then why did you travel so far, from the north to the south?"

"Mainly because I think it's too cold up north," the father said jokingly.

"I know, I inherited my fear of the cold from you."

"Maybe so, but I regretted it after I got to the South."

"Regret what?"

"It's so trendy."

"Then why don't you go back?"

"You know your mom now, huh?"

"Take it back with you."

“Your mother is unwilling to travel that far, and she just likes Hangzhou.”

"Of course, after all, my maternal grandmother's hometown is a city in Zhejiang. It's certainly better to develop in the provincial capital."

"There's no other way, so I'll just stay here and prove myself, right?"

"..." Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes. "So, back then, did you pursue my mom first, or did my mom pursue you first?"

"Of course it was your mom who pursued me, you know? Your dad was a handsome man back then, let's not even talk about how good-looking I was."

Li Wanyan nodded silently; she believed the handsome man.

After all, Mo Xueyao is very beautiful, so she must have inherited her father's genes.

"So when I asked my mom last time, what did she say? She said it was you who pursued her."

"Nonsense, she was the one who pursued me, she wouldn't let me go, I had no choice, right?" The father stroked his chin. "The key point is that I hadn't even had my fill of being a father after we got married when you were born. I wasn't ready to be a dad at all."

"Oh, so I was just an accident, right?"

"Yeah, why didn't I abort you back then? Sigh, being a dad is so tiring."

"Don't give me that." Mo Xueyao looked at her father with disdain. "Mom said she was the one who took care of me back then. You went out to gamble when I was only a month old and didn't come back until midnight every day."

"No way, I've never done anything like that."

"Whether I've done it or not, I know perfectly well." Mo Xueyao crossed her arms, her small mouth stuffed full of Mapo Tofu, bulging out.

Li Wanyan, standing to the side, felt as if she had just listened to a stand-up comedy routine...

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Chapter 137 Wang Jiale's Piano Lesson

December has arrived in the blink of an eye, and the weather is getting colder.

The tights that the girls were wearing were much thicker than before, and only those with slender legs could pull them off.

Otherwise it will look a bit rough.

Of course, if the body proportions are right, it can still make people feel that she is very fleshy.

Not all girls are like Mo Xueyao, who tries to wear warm clothes as much as possible on days when they are not in school.

If someone is particularly concerned about their appearance, they will still continue to wear skirts.

The only difference is that the skirt might be a bit longer and the coat a bit thicker.

Sunday, December 5th, was a sunny day. Wang Jiale sat in the white van driven by her father, her body swaying slightly with the movement of the vehicle.

This is a Suzuki minivan with a spacious interior. Except for the driver's seat and the front passenger seat, all the other seats have been removed to make it suitable for transporting goods on a daily basis.

When needed, they can also take their families out for a drive or a short trip.

Today I'm just dropping Wang Jiale off at her piano lesson, so the back of the car is naturally packed full of goods.

This car is going to the next city, and it will probably be back in the afternoon. We can pick up Wang Jiale then.

Wang Jiale's father was a greasy-faced middle-aged man who was slightly overweight, but still looked very strong.

His beard was never shaved, growing very long without any trimming, making it look messy.

He runs a transportation company, although he is the only one in the entire company who can transport goods.

Generally, I only travel within the Zhejiang province.

Wang Jiale's mother was in charge of housework, while her father was only responsible for chores and business negotiations.

Although I'm busy most of the time, life is still pretty good.

When life is going well, naturally more ideas will emerge.

As parents, we always hope that our children can have a better life.

When they grow up, they will be able to reach a higher social class than themselves.

Therefore, Wang Jiale was arranged to learn piano starting from the beginning of high school this year.

There weren't many piano teachers back then, and piano training classes weren't readily available everywhere.

Especially in Hangzhou, where there aren't many office buildings.

After all, this is something only rich people learn to cultivate their character and improve their manners—at least for most people, it's something that won't put food on the table.

But if you want to become an upper-class person, you can't avoid learning this kind of thing, otherwise you'll be seen as a shallow nouveau riche.

Besides, learning a musical instrument can also help cultivate a girl's temperament.

So Wang Jiale's father went to great lengths to finally find a piano teacher who lived near West Lake.

Her family was considered middle class for that era. They owned an ancestral house near West Lake, where land prices had been steadily rising over time.

The parents of this family are the principal and vice-principal of a primary school, and their daughter is a piano teacher.

Actually, she can do more than just play the piano, but most people who go to her school learn piano.

There are all kinds of people.

But at the very least, it's the petty bourgeoisie like Wang Jiale who does some business. Above them, there are also the children of big bosses who are in the real estate development business.

Compared to those exquisite cars, Wang Jiale's father's van looked much more shabby; even the Santana parked at the entrance looked more upscale.

So he stopped the car a few dozen meters ahead of time, patted Wang Jiale who was almost asleep next to him and said, "Get out of the car, we're here. Study hard today too. When the New Year comes, Dad will buy you a piano to take home."

"Don't waste money, just buy an electronic keyboard." Wang Jiale stretched out his legs and arms in the car and yawned widely. "Then I'll get out."

"Yes, I'll come pick you up around 5 p.m.

"Okay~ Goodbye, Dad, be careful on the road." Wang Jiale shook her head, slammed the car door shut, and waved to her father inside the car.

"Study hard!" Wang Jiale's father's voice came from the car, then he stepped on the gas and drove away.

Wang Jiale walked a short distance ahead and, on the busy West Lake Avenue, he saw a villa with a style reminiscent of the Republic of China era.

The courtyard is decorated with various artificial hills, flowers, and flowing water.

The staggered arrangement adds to the sense of depth in the space.

As you walk further in, you can gradually hear the sound of a piano.

Wang Jiale walked all the way to the villa's entrance and saw that the door was wide open. The hall was simply furnished with some furniture, and the piano was placed in the center. Apart from that, everything was very simple.

There were some folding tables and chairs placed against the wall. When students arrived, they would take out a table or chair and find an empty seat.

This wasn't Wang Jiale's first time here, so of course she knew what to do.

When the piano teacher saw her come in, she smiled and nodded at her. The tone of the piano music suddenly changed, from a low and melancholic tone to a cheerful and light one, like watching a cat and mouse game.

Although everything seems casual, there are still fixed class times.

Each day, there are different batches of students, and different content is taught according to the schedule.

Wang Jiale is currently teaching a beginner-level course, so the students who come to the class are generally quite young, mostly junior high school students, with the youngest being only in the third grade of elementary school.

Of course, she wouldn't seem too out of place sitting here, since she looks like a middle school student.

At times like these, she would feel fortunate that she looked so young.

At least it won't feel too awkward.

About ten minutes later, a few more people moved a folding table and chairs and sat in the empty seats.

The people weren't sitting very neatly, but the piano teacher didn't seem to care. She quickly counted the number of people on the list and then stood up from the piano bench.

There were only five people who came to learn piano today, including Wang Jiale.

Fewer students allow for more targeted teaching, but this also means the price isn't cheap.

"Alright, everyone's here, so let's begin class. Last time we learned..."

Zuo Ziya is the name of this piano teacher.

It sounds like a very elegant name.