I want to be my ex-boyfriend's aunt every day

The next day, Xia Yunshu took the initiative to contact the two.

"I have put in a lot of effort to get you to sign the contract. In a word, since it is a cooperation, put away those little thoughts and show your results to Mr. Fu. This is also to lay the foundation for your future."

The two nodded hurriedly.

Xia Yunshu didn't ask any more questions, he knew they would not give up.

The project is still proceeding in an orderly manner.

At the end of the month, when the work period is halfway through, salaries begin to be paid.

Xia Yunshu's salary was a little more than she expected. The extra part was a commission from the project funds. She kept her promise and said, "We will have a dinner party this weekend. Everyone in our team must come. I will also prepare small gifts for everyone."

The gift is small but the sentiment is great, so it requires extraordinary cohesion.

No one dared to look down on Xia Yunshu anymore, and they tried their best to cooperate with him in future work.

Back at the villa, Xia Yunshu pushed the door open excitedly, opened her wallet, took out half of the bill and put it on the table in front of Fu Yufan, "I asked around," she continued quickly, "The monthly rent within the Second Ring Road is about this price. As for the meals, I'll take a loss. This is my accommodation and food expenses for this month. It's not a small amount, right?"

Xia Yunshu was very proud and put some money on the table.

In her opinion, she was indeed suffering a loss.

Fu Yufan just felt puzzled, "I didn't mention the rent from the beginning to the end."

Xia Yunshu opened his mouth and said, "But people live by their faces and trees live by their barks. You don't like me, so how can I beg for food and live here for free every day? This is all my hard-earned money. I will do the same in the future. I am tired and need to go to rest."

He left the money and left.

Fu Yufan looked at the money and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

It was he who took her in when she was in trouble, and he didn't like her at all at that time.

But now, a strange feeling seemed to be brewing in his heart, but soon, that feeling disappeared, and Fu Yufan casually threw the money into the drawer.

She was a stubborn girl, and even if he wanted to return it, she might not accept it.

After taking a shower, Fu Yufan prepared to go out for a walk. When he reached the door, he heard the melodious sound of a piano.

He pricked up his ears curiously, and the butler also heard it.

“Who’s playing the piano?”

In this house, besides the two of them, there are the housekeeper, the nanny and the security guard. At this time, the nannies are almost all off work. As for the security guards, they are not qualified to come to the ancestral home, so there is only one person left.

The housekeeper realized it later, "It's Miss Xia."

Can she play the piano?

It was really unexpected. Fu Yufan looked at the alluring night scene outside and seemed to feel that the piano sound in the room was even more intoxicating.

The housekeeper thought he was angry and turned around to go upstairs to stop the crazy girl, but Fu Yufan said, "You can take a rest. You don't need to take care of this place."

He went upstairs quickly.

The light music came from his mother's piano room. Ever since his mother Wu Pei passed away, Fu Yufan began to resist the sound of the piano.

Wu Pei is a pianist who holds several positions at the Grand Theatre. Not only is she an excellent pianist, she is also good at composing music and has even produced several popular classical dramas. She has represented the country at the American Music Festival and led a team to perform the piano piece Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai at the Sydney Opera House.

Many well-known piano pieces were also brought abroad by Wu Pei.

During the years when my mother was ill, she stayed at home and rarely went out. She didn't want people to see her with disheveled hair and dirty looks, so she declined all performances.

When her father discovered that her mother was ill, Wu Pei was already terminally ill. They sought consultation from experts who were well-versed in both Chinese and Western medicine, but they still could not save Wu Pei.

After Wu Pei passed away, her father became disheartened and left a dangerous business to Fu Yufan, who had just returned from studying, and then went abroad.

Over the years, every year on Fu Yufan’s birthday or New Year’s Eve, his father would write him an electronic card, but other than that, the two had no further contact.

After Wu Pei's death, the theater would send tickets to Fu Yufan every once in a while, but he either didn't have time to watch the show or was moved by the scene and couldn't go to the theater.

On this day, the familiar music turned into a jumping elf, pushing open one door after another, one window after another... and reaching Fu Yufan's ears, even though he predicted that the person playing the piano could only be Xia Yunshu.

But the moment he pushed open the door and saw Xia Yunshu sitting in front of the dusty piano and playing elegantly with her graceful fingers, Fu Yufan was still stunned.

It was incredible that she could play her mother's favorite music.

And it's so familiar.

Xia Yunshu closed her eyes in ecstasy, completely immersed in the performance.

She knows the black and white keys on the piano like the back of her hand, and music is a delicate and gentle art. Once you connect with people's hearts, there is no need to observe before playing.

Fu Yufan walked in slowly, and the sound of the door opening was covered by the concerto so that Xia Yunshu did not hear it.

By the binary stage, Xia Yunshu had forgotten the music score, and she tried her best to recall the following tune and notes.

Delayed, hesitant and full of loopholes.

Then the music completely disintegrated, jumping like rolling beads. Xia Yunshu fumbled and recalled. She thought of that melancholy rainy night, which was the night at the Broadway Theater in Cambridge.

That night, nineteen-year-old Xia Yunshu met Wu Pei.

She was moved by her music. At the end of the song, Xia Yunshu stood up from the audience and burst into tears. After the show, many big names went to take photos with Wu Pei. Xia Yunshu prepared gardenias and was waiting for her backstage.

Wu Pei walked out after removing her makeup. She headed towards the door as if by telepathy. The moment she saw Xia Yunshu, Wu Pei smiled.

"I am Chinese, a proper Asian."

"I am Chinese, Mr. Wu, you are amazing."

When Wu Pei mentioned this, she smiled faintly, and crow's feet appeared at the corners of her eyes. "There is a saying - cultivate a hobby, and then use this hobby to make money. I am implementing this idea. Little friend, you are here to study."

Xia Yunshu smiled and nodded.

Back then, after Wu Pei and Fu Yufan's father got married, they wanted to have a girl, but they only gave birth to Fu Yufan.

This matter bothered her.

Wu Pei and her husband were each busy with their careers, one performing in the northern hemisphere and the other signing contracts in the southern hemisphere. They had very few opportunities to meet, and by the time their careers were really going smoothly, they had both missed the best time to have children.

The moment she saw Xia Yunshu, Wu Pei smiled and touched Xia Yunshu's head.

"You cried when you heard the last chord just now." Wu Pei looked at her.

She composed this piece of music herself. It seems cheerful, but actually contains a hint of melancholy.

Her hometown is a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, and that song is a carrier of her longing for her hometown.

It’s a pity that many people in the industry fail to hear the sad “story” behind this piece of music.

But Xia Yunshu was different, she understood it completely.