Was she spoiled by her nanny?

Tong Huan didn't expect to receive praise from Ye Tingshen. After all, she knew that she had made hundreds of mistakes in playing the last two sections. She had previously boasted that she had memorized the music score. If it were Luo Meilan, she would have probably called her with a teaching stick a long time ago.

Tong Huan was a little excited at this moment, and took advantage of this moment to boldly ask, "Then, how do I compare with Jiang Xingrou?"

Perhaps it was because she was compared too much with Luo Meilan in her previous life, Tong Huan always had a knot in her heart about this.

Therefore, she also wanted to hear Ye Tingshen's evaluation of herself and Jiang Xingrou. Is she really not as good as Jiang Xingrou?

Ye Tingshen was a little puzzled, "Jiang Xingrou? Why do you want to compare yourself with her? How can she compare with you?"

"She------she's at level 10 in piano. They all say she's a musical genius."

"Genius? I thought only musicians like Mozart could be called geniuses." Ye Ting said indifferently.

Tong Huan was surprised by Ye Tingshen's matter-of-fact attitude.

Because in her previous life, the person who was despised was always her, Tong Huan.

But Ye Ting cast a deep look at him, "Don't compare yourself with irrelevant people."

If it weren’t for Tong Huan, Ye Tingshen would never have heard of the name Jiang Xingrou.

Level ten is just a template produced through programmed training.

Not to mention, during the examination process, Jiang Shihong used many connections and bribed the invigilators with a lot of money. This is a common practice among some wealthy families.

Ye Tingshen naturally wouldn't have any good feelings towards Jiang Xingrou, not to mention, she was someone Tong Huan hated.

Protecting one's own people is Ye Tingshen's principle.

Ye Tingshen was a little relieved at this time. Fortunately, he did not really find a piano teacher to teach Tong Huan, but came by himself.

If he were an ordinary piano teacher, he might really make a fuss about Tong Huan's piano playing technique and ask her to take the exam to prove that his salary was not in vain.

However, Ye Tingshen also noticed that this child still had a bit of inferiority complex in her bones. It might be related to her growing environment and also because she never received positive feedback.

Therefore, Ye Tingshen was not stingy in encouraging her.

"Hanhuan, you are the best."

"If you don't believe in yourself, you can just repeat it to yourself a hundred times in front of the mirror every day."

Tong Hua: “------”

Although it sounds nice, but seeing a cold and noble president flattering others in such a serious and earnest manner, it always feels a bit out of place!

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On the other side, Ruan Mi drove to Mr. Ye’s residence.

Mr. Ye currently does not live in Huxinju, but in a manor on the other side of Tangjiang River.

It was already dark when we arrived. The environment here is naturally much quieter than the city center, but it is also quiet enough.

As soon as Jiang Shihong and his daughter Jiang Xingrou got out of the car, an assistant came up to greet them.

The manor is quite large, and the decoration of the main house is even more luxurious. Almost all of the furniture, including the coffee tables and chairs, are made of root carvings. The shapes are simple and natural, with the breath of nature, and at the same time, they are extremely expensive. Even the huge screen is made of cut tree roots, sprayed with wax and presented in its original color.

Jiang Shihong knew the financial strength of the Ye family, but he was still shocked when he saw this scene.

Such a large tree root is very rare in China. If you want to make so many furniture, you have to airlift it from the rainforest of Southeast Asia. You can imagine how much money it costs. For such a large house, it is not an exaggeration to say that these decorations are decorated with gold.

Jiang Xingrou was naturally very excited when she saw such a grand ceremony.

The assistant naturally noticed Jiang Xingrou's envious gaze and explained with a smile, "Many of these root carvings were carved by the old man himself after he retired. You sit here for a while, I will go and inform the old man."

Jiang Shihong expressed his understanding and said politely, "The old man is also a very particular person. It is us who are nagging him."

At the same time, he also gave Jiang Xingrou a look, asking her to retract her eager gaze.

A servant came up immediately to serve tea.

Jiang Shihong thanked him politely and was drinking tea when he saw a booklet on the coffee table beside him. He flipped through it and found that it was a directory of eligible young ladies in Lin City.

Jiang Shihong felt a little hot in his ears when he saw this. Someone who looked like an assistant came up and said, "This is the list of guests that the old lady is going to invite to the tea party she is going to organize."

"old lady?"

Although Mrs. Ye is younger than Mr. Ye, she suffered from Alzheimer's disease in her early years. After Mr. Ye passed away, she never recovered and lived in a nursing home in Beijing for many years.

How could such an old lady organize a tea party? Of course, it was just an excuse. This handbook of socialites was actually a list of socialites that Ye Ting had a close eye on.

Jiang Shihong remembered that before Luo Meilan got married, her family also had such a booklet of young talents.

Jiang Shihong pretended not to know and flipped through the book casually. Inside were photos of the celebrities, their backgrounds, personal experiences, interests and hobbies, and all kinds of detailed introductions. The book was loose-leaf, so it was conceivable that if a suitable woman came along, he could add an extra page.

"Why is it that some people's personal introduction column is so detailed, while others' is blank?" Jiang Shihong also pointed out his doubts.

"Oh, some of them have visited the old man before, and they filled this out themselves."

Jiang Shihong flipped through the pages and unexpectedly found Jiang Xingrou's name.

Jiang Xingrou happened to come over and saw that the column for her hobbies and awards was blank, so she filled it in. She had just filled it in at school, so it was easy for her to fill it in. She just hated that the grid was too small and she couldn't write so much, so she could only write a few important ones.

After finishing writing, Jiang Xingrou turned a page to the front and saw Tong Huan's name. The photo above was of Tong Huan at a welcome party. She was wearing a dress that completely covered up her rustic look and looked radiant.

Oh, based on Tong Huan's qualifications, is she worthy of a blind date with Ye Tingshen, an outstanding man at the top of the pyramid? !

Jiang Xingrou felt it was extremely dazzling. Seeing that no one noticed her, she tore off the paper with Tong Huan's name printed on it, rolled it up and stuffed it into her bag.

After a while, Mr. Ye came out leaning on a cane. The old man was wearing a smoky gray Tang suit with dark patterns. His hair was completely white, and even his eyebrows were white, but his eyes were still sharp and he looked energetic.

Grandpa Ye saw Jiang Xingrou at a glance and waved to her, "Little Xingxing, come to Grandpa."

Jiang Xingrou did not feel ashamed of occupying someone else's position. She walked over gracefully and sat down next to Mr. Ye like a little bird.

Old Master Ye looked Jiang Xingrou up and down, and was a little confused. "Why does she look different from the photo?"

The old man even asked the nanny to take out her reading glasses and compare them with the booklet. Unfortunately, something had happened to the booklet and there was no photo of Tong Huan on it.

Jiang Xingrou felt uncomfortable, knowing that what Mr. Ye found was Tong Huan's photo. Was blood relationship so important? She then said coquettishly, "Grandpa Ye, do you also think I am much prettier than in the photo?"

This sentence made Mr. Ye burst into laughter.

However, Mr. Ye also criticized Jiang Shihong, "Since this is a child that you have finally found, how can you bear to hit her?"

Jiang Shihong then explained guiltily that the person in front of him was his adopted daughter "Xiao Xingxing".

"Xiao Huan was raised lawless by her nanny in the countryside. Her mother was so angry that she hit her twice and she ran away from home. Alas, we regret this incident very much. The day before yesterday, we went to the school to look for her, and she embarrassed me in front of everyone.

Just now, I told her that Master Ye wanted to see her and asked her to come with me to see you, but she was not happy about it, saying that she didn't know where you came from. I am here - I am bringing Xingrou to apologize to you."

Jiang Shihong exaggerated the story.

Old Master Ye looked unhappy and sighed, "Meilan, you were just a spoiled little girl back then, but I didn't expect you to be a mother now."

With a sigh, he added:

"Since she has been raised by a nanny for sixteen years, it is normal that her behavior and thoughts are not connected with her parents. You should be more patient with your daughter."

Jiang Shihong said, "Mr. Ye is right. Tong Hua is my daughter. No matter what, I have an unshirkable responsibility. Alan is inevitably a little irritable, but we didn't expect that Tong Hua would record videos at every turn, making us, as parents, tremble in fear in our own home, fearing that we might accidentally say the wrong thing or take the wrong step."