After rebirth, I was hugged and kissed by a crazy boss

"Miss, I found something interesting."

Gu Qingyan was not sleepy at all. Instead, he became more energetic as they talked.

"Aren't you always confused as to why Fu Wangjin fell in love with you? I seem to have discovered a clue today!"

"I suspect that he didn't do this on impulse, but has been watching you in the dark for a long time!"

In the darkness, Yan Qing softly responded, "Ah?"

"That's right! Do you remember? When we walked in today, he said -"

Gu Qingyan imitated Fu Wangjin's tone.

"Put your hands out. What's wrong with you? When you're hurt, you hide it behind your back."

Without waiting for Yan Qing to react, she excitedly patted the mattress, as if she had discovered something extraordinary:

"That means it's not the first time he's seen you put your injured hand behind your back! I've known you for so long, and the only time you did that was at your eighteenth-year-old coming-of-age ceremony!"

"Coming of age ceremony?" Yan Qing groaned, "It seems to be..."

Let’s go back to the age of eighteen. Although Yan Qing was still young at that time, she had grown into a girl with bright eyes, white teeth, and extraordinary beauty.

A delicate and small face, clean without any trace of worldly air. The facial features are also flawless.

Two long eyebrows with classical connotations perfectly blend heroism and gentleness; a pair of eyes as clear and bright as lake water, as if they can hold a sky full of stars. Her fair and flawless skin is slightly pink, and her cherry-colored lips are soft and moist.

The saying "as bright as spring flowers and as bright as autumn moon" is just this.

Eighteen-year-old Yan Qing is lively and cheerful. She always smiles with eyes curved into a smile, like a beautiful rose, so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off her.

Because he skipped a grade in school, Yan Qing was already a sophomore when he became an adult.

Yan's parents loved their youngest daughter the most, so her coming-of-age ceremony was naturally extra grand.

They booked the banquet hall of a five-star hotel and invited many relatives, friends, teachers and classmates from school to witness this important moment of Yan Qing's entry into adulthood.

Inside the banquet hall, the lights were bright, flowers were everywhere, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance, as if even the air was rejoicing.

The most noteworthy thing is that a music performance was uniquely arranged at this coming-of-age ceremony.

Yan Jin was wearing a white tuxedo and a black bow tie. He sat elegantly in front of a grand piano. His fingertips gently touched the keys, and the sound of the piano rippled like water waves.

After the music's prelude slowly unfolds, an elegant and profound violin melody blooms melodiously. The melody is like a dancing elf, rippling on the quiet lake, injecting life and soul into the entire movement.

Under the astonished gaze of the crowd, the curtain behind Yan Jin slowly opened, and Yan Qing's figure appeared.

She was wearing a clean white off-shoulder haute couture gown. The golden patterns on the bodice looked noble and holy. Her skirt was swaying, and there was a little fishtail design on the waist, which made her figure look beautiful and slim.

She wore a diamond necklace around her neck, a gift from her mother.

On her shoulder was an expensive handmade mahogany violin.

The sound of the violin beside him became clearer and clearer, and Yan Jin couldn't help but smile with joy.

While willing to be a supporting role, he secretly glanced at his sister.

Yan Qing skillfully stroked the strings of the zither with her left hand, held the bow with her right hand, and her slender shoulders trembled slightly.

Her eyes were closed, as if she was completely immersed in the beautiful music.

The song is called "Siren" and was composed by Yan Jin. It was first performed at her sister's coming-of-age ceremony.

As the music gradually reached its climax, the difficulty of the violin suddenly increased.

The tone becomes more passionate and high-pitched, and the technique of changing notes is gorgeous, which is a great test for the performer.

If played well, it's like a siren singing;

If you don't pull it properly, it's like scratching glass with a saw.

Yan Jin was not worried at all, because this paragraph was written just to show off Yan Qing's skills.

However, he unexpectedly heard a sound of sliding out.

I couldn't help but laugh. Qingqing was actually nervous.

Yan Jin wanted to give her a look to relieve his sister's pressure.

However, when he looked at Yan Qing, his eyes suddenly widened, and even the fingers that were jumping on the piano keys stopped for a moment!

He clearly saw blood dripping from the fingertips of her left hand, and even the fingerboard of the violin was soaked bright red!

Yan Qing still had her eyes closed, but her frown revealed her pain.

Ever since he reached the high notes, Yan Qing felt that something was not right.

As someone who has been practicing the violin for many years, there is a thin layer of calluses on the fingertips of her left hand that she uses to rub the strings.

However, when his fingers pressed the two extremely thin strings, Yan Qing felt that the strings were unexpectedly sharp, and the calluses on his hands were actually cut.

The more beautifully she played, the more painful it was for the strings.

Soon, the two fingers were in so much pain that touching the strings felt like hitting the tip of a knife.

Yan Qing had to change his fingering frequently. Since he couldn't avoid pressing the two abnormal strings, he might as well use four fingers in turn to share the damage.

So, after half a song, except for the thumb, the other four fingers of her left hand were covered in blood.

Yan Jin saw that her left hand was almost like a peacock dance, and he was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead.

He changed the accompaniment without permission and signaled Yan Qing to stop playing and finish it quickly.

Yan Qing refused.

She must present the Siren's enchanting song perfectly.

At this time, not only Yan Jin, but also Yan's parents and Gu Qingyan in the audience noticed Yan Qing's abnormality.

The blood flowed down her forearm, reflecting on her snow-white skin.

"Qingqing!" Meng Zhiyu's tears kept falling. She wanted to rush onto the stage to stop her daughter from continuing to play, but was stopped by Yan Sichen.

"Our daughter is very strong. She will definitely hold on to the end. If you try to stop her now, you will play into their hands."

"I..." Meng Zhiyu buried her face in her husband's arms and couldn't stop crying.

"I feel sorry for the child. How much pain she must be feeling..."

Yan Sichen frowned tightly and stared at Yan Qing on the stage.

He was right.

Yan Qing was truly a proud man, he endured the pain and gritted his teeth to finish playing the entire song "Siren".

Finally, she placed the violin tremblingly on her brother's piano stool, and they walked forward together to accept people's applause and praise.

I had intended to lift my skirt and curtsy, but my left hand…and my left arm, were covered in blood.

I will definitely dye the white skirt red.

By then, everyone will find out that she was plotted against by someone with ulterior motives.

A perfect coming-of-age ceremony would not be very decent.

Yan Qing's forehead was covered in sweat, and it was unclear whether it was due to nervousness or pain.

She hid her left hand behind her back inconspicuously and bowed in the man's style, just like her brother.

……

This scene was deeply engraved in Gu Qingyan's mind.

Before this, she had never thought that Yan Qing had such a resolute side.

Such a beautiful person, but with such a hard bone.

Even with blood on her fingertips, she will still play the world's ultimate song with pain.

At this point, the art is complete.

Recalling the scene at that time, Gu Qingyan still couldn't help but sigh,

"Qingqing, do you know how beautiful you were at that time? You were just like the goddess of suffering. One look at you will be engraved in people's hearts--"

Her words stopped abruptly.

Because Yan Qing seemed not to have responded to her for a long time.

"Qingqing, are you asleep?"

Gu Qingyan touched Yan Qing subconsciously.

It feels hot to the touch.

broken!

Gu Qingyan jumped up from the bed, put on some clothes and ran out in a hurry.

Fortunately, she was not asleep! Qingqing has a fever!