The fake daughter's husband is reborn

Despite the new environment, Xie Jing did not feel uncomfortable at all. Perhaps it was because the quilt and pillow smelled lightly of sea salt, which was light and soothing, or perhaps it was the aromatherapy in the room that helped her sleep, but when Xie Jing woke up, she felt refreshed.

Even the nightmares that always occurred had not appeared. When Xie Jing opened the bedroom door and saw Dali and Diandian in the living room, she felt more at ease.

"According to the time, Zhou Jiyun should have gotten off the plane, right?" While making breakfast, Xie Jing couldn't help but think of Zhou Jiyun. She was just caring about her husband, and Xie Jing didn't think there was much romantic love involved.

Just as I was thinking about it, Zhou Jiyun called me: "I just got off the plane and am rushing to the hotel now. It's evening here."

As he spoke, he held up his phone to show the scene on his side.

Xie Jing also showed him her breakfast: "Then you should adjust to the jet lag first, as long as you land safely. I have two classes this morning, and I will go to school after breakfast."

"I have to leave early."

Zhou Jiyun smiled, his face showing no sign of fatigue after the long flight: "Well, drive carefully and pay attention to safety. Are you used to living in the master bedroom?"

Xie Jing glared at him and said, "It's great. I have the whole big bed to myself. It can't be better."

Zhou Jiyun chuckled twice: "Okay, I'll go to the hotel first and contact you later."

After hanging up Zhou Jiyun's phone, Xie Jing muttered to herself, "Why does it feel like he's checking up on me? He even has to confirm whether I'm staying in the master bedroom?"

"Don't think too much. It's not good to brainwash yourself!"

Thinking of this, Xie Jing put down her phone in an instant. Diandian and Dali in the living room stared at her. Xie Jing quickly smiled and said, "It's not directed at you two. You two should be good at home this morning. I came back at noon."

She is a graduate student in composition, which takes three years. Xie Jing is in her first year of graduate school this year. There are class hours required for first-year graduate students, but there are not many courses, with an average of one to two classes a day.

As for spare time, sometimes the instructor will assign some tasks, but it is up to the students to choose. Xie Jing usually arranges her own time, and spends most of her time in the piano room or recording studio.

Now that she has a ready-made piano room at home, Xie Jing estimates that she will have to rush home after class. After all, songwriting requires a quiet environment, which is fully satisfied at home.

Xie Jing has two classes this morning and is expected to finish at ten o'clock. Thinking of yesterday's shopping, Xie Jing found Li Ma's phone number: "Li Ma, are you available to talk now?"

Mother Li looked at Xie Xuerong's family of four who were eating in the restaurant and whispered, "It's not very convenient. I'll call you back later?"

Xie Jing understood: "Okay, I have classes after 8 o'clock, just call me back then."

"Okay." Aunt Li responded softly, "I definitely won't miss your class."

As for Xie Jing, after finishing the call with Li Ma, she quickly finished her breakfast, went to the living room to give some instructions to Dali and Diandian, and then went to school.

This month, Xie Jing took nearly a week off to prepare for her wedding, and she didn't know what the teacher's professional courses were. Thinking of this, Xie Jing felt a little dazed. She just went from being unmarried to being married, and then thought about school, and suddenly she felt like she was in another world.

Driving Zhou Jiyun's Maybach, Xie Jing had a smooth journey. This was mainly because the surrounding cars basically gave way to it, and few actively moved in front of it.

Xie Jing was lucky enough to not run into the morning rush hour because she left home early. When she parked her car in the school parking lot and pushed the door open to get out, she met her tutor, a short, fat old man named Professor Niu.

"Good morning, Professor Niu." Xie Jing greeted him hurriedly and handed him a box of wedding snacks: "Wedding snacks, let's have some good luck."

Professor Niu looked at Xie Jing, then at the Maybach behind her, and his old face could not help but frown: "Then I won't be polite. You missed a lot of professional courses this time. You have to make up for it later. I won't let you off in the exam."

"I understand," Xie Jing said with a smile, "I will definitely not delay my studies. I just wrote a new song a while ago. Professor, if it's convenient for you, can you help me take a look at it later? I always feel that some of the other parts are not coordinated enough."

Professor Niu immediately felt much better: "Okay, email it to me later. You are talented in composing music."

Xie Jing: "You have to love what you do."

Since Xie Xuerong insisted that she study art and not compete with Xie Wuyang, Xie Jing wanted to make some achievements in art. It is not easy to make achievements in the field you like these days, but it is obviously more difficult to make achievements in the field you don't like.

Besides, she didn't like it that much before, but after studying for so many years, Xie Jing gradually developed feelings for it. If she gave up now and started a whole new path, the sunk cost would be too high.

"By the way, I recently received an invitation to write the ending song for a TV series. I have almost finished writing the song. But I am not good at writing lyrics. Can you help me later?"

How could Xie Jing dare to admit such words: "Professor, you are too flattering to me. I am just a student. How can I be so capable?"

"Pretend, I'm not a bookworm who doesn't know what's happening outside the window." The old man said arrogantly: "Lin Jing is so famous on the Internet, and her lyrics are very sophisticated. You tell me you are not good at it? How much do you offer for writing lyrics?"

Xie Jing looked around: "You...how did you know? I never told you."

"Humph, I recognized your voice the moment I heard it." Professor Niu put his hands behind his back, his face full of pride after learning a little secret: "Let the music performance department be proud, and then ask who is as good as my student?"

"I can write lyrics, compose music, and sing. I provide a one-stop service."

"Professor, you have to keep this secret for me." Xie Jing hurriedly caught up with the old man. She didn't want the online alias to be brought into reality.

"Keep it a secret, I will definitely keep it a secret for you," Professor Niu said cheerfully, "So what about my lyrics?"

"I'll help you fill it in," Xie Jing said with a smile, "To be fair, you have to help me with my song as well."

Professor Niu laughed and said, "Okay, I'll give you whatever the producer gives me. We can't let others get it for free. We also spent a lot of effort to make it."

Xie Jing took a few steps, but couldn't help herself: "My online name is well hidden, how did you know it? I haven't even shown my face."

Professor Niu: "I just heard it by chance a few days ago. The more I listened to the voice, the more familiar it seemed to me. Then I thought about the word Jing in your name. I didn't expect you to admit it after such a trick."

Xie Jing shook her head and sighed: "Sure enough, I still need to practice more."

It would have been fine if she couldn't beat Zhou Jiyun, but she didn't expect that she couldn't even hide it from her mentor. Who said that people who engage in art don't have ulterior motives? Don't be too ulterior motives.