They don't actually think I like them, do they?

Before her, a white-haired girl leaned against a dark brown cello, looking relaxed as she played the strings.

It's "Ode to Love," Lin Han's favorite classical music.

The extremely gentle and profound piano music, with a slow, understated, and affectionate tone, swept away Lin Han's initial irritation from being woken up.

Su Ruxue played gracefully, and the music echoed throughout the entire plane, even the flight attendants couldn't help but show expressions of rapture.

Su Ruxue once told Lin Han that she enjoyed two moments the most.

One is to play one's favorite piece of music with all one's heart when one is in a particularly good mood.

Another thing is to have a bite of your favorite fruit pudding when the performance ends.

Su Ruxue is probably in this state right now, enjoying music and desserts.

They simply didn't consider that Lin Han was sleeping.

Seeing her happy expression, Lin Han felt embarrassed to interrupt her, so he just kept gazing at her serious and beautiful face.

This also seems to be a kind of enjoyment.

Recalling his past with this young lady, a strange thought suddenly popped into Lin Han's mind—

Does she like me?

Although Su Ruxue often uses words like "respect," "admiration," and "worship," Lin Han has never heard her express any other emotions.

I'm probably overthinking it. Su Ruxue has said countless times that she loves her own music.

Lin Han's feelings for Su Ruxue, setting aside her identity as his "sugar daddy," were those of a "soulmate."

Perhaps it's because she herself is a musical genius.

Su Ruxue could always immediately sense the emotions in Lin Han's music. Moreover, she could always perfectly express what Lin Han wanted to convey through her cello.

This feeling of "you understand me" is something that no one else in this world can give Lin Han.

Therefore, Lin Han really liked Su Ruxue's cello.

Thinking of this, Lin Han suddenly remembered something.

I have written songs for Yan Yuli and Mangzi.

Could we also compose a song for Su Ruxue, who is most passionate about her music?

Just then, the performance ended, and Su Ruxue opened her eyes.

The two suddenly made eye contact.

Realizing that she had been stared at the whole time, Su Ruxue's face immediately turned red.

"Teacher Lin Han? You're awake?"

"Miss Su, I'm going to write a song for you now. Can you play it?"

"A new competition piece?" Su Ruxue asked blankly.

"No, it's my new song."

Lin Han smiled and said, "I was looking at you just now and suddenly had an idea. I'll write it down, you can accompany me on the instrument, and I'll sing it. What do you think?"

　"You got inspiration from looking at me?" Su Ruxue's eyes widened. "Written for me?"

Well... guess for yourself.

Because of the shaved ice incident, Lin Han still harbored some resentment towards the girl, so he didn't want to be too direct about it.

He quickly asked the waiter for a pen and paper and began writing rapidly.

This is Lin Han's current state. Whenever he has a good idea or inspiration, he will write out the song first, and if possible, he will even sing it out.

This is because Lin Han's mind is filled with countless ideas every day, and there are always many songs he wants to write but has never put pen to paper.

Once you have a great idea, act on it first, otherwise it will quickly be buried in the garbage information in your brain.

Soon, Lin Han finished writing his new song.

Su Ruxue leaned over and took a look—

Hair Like Snow.

"After careful analysis, interpretation, and thorough research, I have every reason to believe that this song was written for me," Su Ruxue said mysteriously, with an expression that said, "There's only one truth."

He had only read three words, yet it seemed as if he had thoroughly understood the music. Lin Han tapped the girl on the head with a chopstick. The girl let out a groan of pain.

"bring it on."

Su Ruxue could not hide the smile on her face. She placed the sheet music on the table and picked up the bow.

As the soothing cello accompaniment began, Lin Han started singing.

This is not a difficult song, it is an extremely difficult song.

How difficult is it to sing "Hair Like Snow"?

When Jay Chou sang this song, he used three different singing styles and constantly changing timbres. He played with his voice and did so brilliantly. It included a gentle and classical Chinese singing style, rap lyrics, a high note at the end with "Red Dust Drunk", and a nursery rhyme-like voice at the end.

Especially the final "la er la" melody—Jay Chou uses feigned seriousness to sing his true feelings, singing it casually yet perfectly. If he sang it too seriously, it would lose its charm. It's about three parts playfulness, six parts sincerity, and the remaining one part seriousness. Sometimes listening to music is about a feeling; a feeling that resonates with you is more important than perfect pronunciation.

simply put.

Why is Jay Chou considered a god?

Just because you have good singing skills doesn't mean you can perfectly replicate this song.

You also need to capture Jay Chou's "carefree" feeling, a mix of seriousness and casualness, and sing it with the right flavor.

This was no challenge for Lin Han.

He wasn't just mindlessly copying; through long-term, intensive study, he had already mastered music and vocal skills cards to a new level.

He could easily replicate any sound he had ever heard perfectly.

Therefore, Lin Han sang "Hair Like Snow" in front of Su Ruxue.

Not only Su Ruxue, but all the flight attendants in the cabin, as well as Su's parents in front, all looked over in shock!

004. They're such a perfect match!

I don't have any complicated feelings, it's just... nice to listen to!

That's the musical charm of Marmalade.

You might not be able to pinpoint exactly what's so great about it, but once you've heard it just once, the melody will linger in your ears, captivating you and making you feel hooked.

In the eyes of the attendants, the young lady had lived with her grandfather since childhood, and in recent years she had been traveling and had not spent much time with them.

Their strongest impression of the young lady was that she always carried her cello and would play a piece anytime, anywhere, regardless of whether there were people around or what kind of environment she was in. She would play whenever she was in a good mood.

They had assumed that someone like the young lady was already a god.

Unexpectedly, we've encountered something even more amazing!

Write down sheet music on the spot, provide a simple cello accompaniment, and you can immediately start singing such a stunning song.

The song "Hair Like Snow" has a pure and rich traditional Chinese style, so poignant and beautiful that it fills the entire plane with a romantic atmosphere.

"Beautiful lyrics! Beautiful music!" Su's father couldn't help but exclaim.

Su Ruxue had told Lin Han a long time ago that her family owned a record company. Music was a traditional part of their family's culture. This was also why Su's parents admired Lin Han so much.

They were ostensibly watching TV on the sofa in the distance, but in reality, their hearing had already been overwhelmed by Lin Han's singing, and their minds were filled with the performance of the two of them.

"He is indeed a rare talent."

Su's mother turned back to look at Lin Han and Su Ruxue in the distance, leaned on Su's father's shoulder, and had tears in her eyes.

"Xiaoxue, who is tone-deaf, must be so happy to have made a friend like Lin Han."

"Yes. Look at them, one playing the accompaniment, the other singing, they're such a perfect match. Just like when we were young." Mr. Su put his arm around Mrs. Su's shoulder, filled with emotion.

"You weren't as handsome as Lin when you were young," Su's mother said shyly.

"..." The two elders said, and then started sticking the stickers on the sofa.

Lin Han, with his back to the two of them, naturally couldn't see any of this.

However, after the song ended, Su Ruxue was already holding her cello and weeping.

Her flowing white hair cascaded onto the strings of the zither. The girl sat up straight, one hand covering the chest of her yellow dress, and bowed to Lin Han.

"Thank you... Teacher Lin Han, for giving me such a wonderful song."

"No, no need to be so polite."

Lin Han, a straight-laced man, immediately felt a little embarrassed and quickly said...

Su Ruxue is the kind of person who, no matter how familiar you are with her, will never let you miss out on the proper etiquette and manners when she feels it's necessary.

She can act all serious with you in every other situation, but she's 100% serious when it comes to music.

"Don't cry," Lin Han said quickly, seeing Su Ruxue's tears flowing uncontrollably.

When Su Ruxue was composing the Cello Concerto in E minor, she cried uncontrollably. Lin Han could understand that; it was the empathy that comes from a musician.

But this time, even with such a beautiful song as "Hair Like Snow," Su Ruxue still cried, which Lin Han found very puzzling.

"I'm sorry, Teacher Lin Han."

Su Ruxue quickly covered her face with her hands, choking back tears,

"I never thought I would ever deserve a song written for me by Teacher Lin Han."

Lin Han was stunned.

He never imagined that a song he could write so casually would be something that Su Ruxue so desperately wanted and that was so meaningful to her.

"Idiot, you should have just told me you liked it so much," Lin Han said helplessly.

If Su Ruxue had even half of Mangzi's frankness, she would have written "Hair Like Snow" long ago. Because it truly is a song that suits Su Ruxue perfectly.

Su Ruxue released her grip and took a deep breath.

Then he picked up the spoon on the table and ate the whole cup of mango pudding in one go.

After finishing her meal, the girl finally calmed down.

"Teacher Lin Han, when can this song 'Hair Like Snow' be recorded?" Su Ruxue asked eagerly.

"Let me settle down in Beijing first."

Pop Media had already arranged a recording studio for Lin Han here, just waiting for him to come and check it out.

But before that, Lin Han had something even more important to do.

Baijing, suburbs.

The plane landed at a private airport.

When Lin Han saw the Su family's private jet parked at the public airport after leaving Chengdu, he assumed the Su family didn't have their own airport. He figured having a plane was already extravagant enough; building their own airport would be too much.

Unexpectedly, Su Ruxue's house was far more extravagant than Lin Han had imagined! As soon as he landed, Lin Han entered the Su family's private garden.

Here you'll find vast lawns, golf courses, a variety of precious and rare flowers and trees, and countless servants waiting to watch over you.

"Welcome home, Grandpa, Madam, and Miss!"

A group of maids knelt on one knee in unison and said in unison.

Su Ruxue was helped down by a group of maids. Even Lin Han had maids supporting him.

　"Thank you!" Lin Han said to the maid who was helping him up.

The little girl, who looked like she was still a minor, blushed instantly. "You're welcome. It's what we should do."

Lin Han sighed inwardly.

Damn it, with this kind of environment, Su Ruxue still doesn't want to come back!

What's the point of staying in that little villa in Sichuan every day?!

If I were the young master here, I would even call the teacher to my house for class!

This girl really doesn't know how lucky she is!

"By the way, Xiaolin, where are you going? I'll have the driver give you another ride," Su's mother said, turning her head and smiling.