The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 116: 046 really doesn’t need a guzheng teacher, Wang Youfeng!_1

Translator: 549690339

This video was sent to Ji Shaorong by Ji Heng.

Last night, their family had a rare dinner discussion, and Ji Shaojun knew that Bai Lian had studied the guzheng at the Bai family for a year.

Now that they have returned to Xiangcheng, they couldn’t let their child miss out on learning the guzheng.

Bai Lian was memorizing vocabulary on the side, multitasking and listening in. She didn’t expect that today, only the second day, Ji Shaorong had already made arrangements.

Ji Heng had heard that he found the best teacher in Xiangcheng and had specially sent the video to Ji Shaorong.

“Mr. Ji,” Teacher Yue looked steadily at Ji Shaojun, “The guzheng is a collision between emotions and the soul. Its existence is not to show off to people, not to pander for attention; it’s the cleanest, most pure form. Those who come to learn the guzheng with a utilitarian mindset will never be able to reach the pinnacle. I’m sorry, I don’t want to listen.”

He had no intention of listening.

He walked right past Ren Wanxuan, who was stunned, and left.

“Teacher Yue, I respect your views, but I don’t agree,” Bai Lian said slowly as she turned around.

She didn’t defend her decade-plus years of guzheng study, nor did she explain why she didn’t understand the different schools of guzheng; she just made eye contact with him, “The development history of the guzheng spans thousands of years; inheritance and promotion are the most important aspects. But the world is diverse, and this is the charm of civilization and heritage. While we like the guzheng, we can also like many other things. People need to eat, have you truly understood them by setting aside all your own perspectives? Why deny them?”

Teacher Yue paused in his steps, looked indifferently at Bai Lian, “A successful artist should marginalize themselves, and esteem for art should be their initial aspiration. Life is a form of cultivation. Let me tell you this, you will never succeed.”

He had come today with hopeful expectations but left in disappointment.

He didn’t have the luxury to expect a student as talented and devoted to guzheng as Master Jian’s pupils.

He merely wanted a student with a bit of spirit and willingness to work hard.

Not one tainted with utilitarian motives, who lost their original intention, or even touched the guzheng only a few times.

Xiangcheng had produced many renowned guzheng masters since ancient times, and Teacher Yue was one of the well-known ones.

Even Ren Wanxuan had heard of him.

Ren Wanxuan had come to find out which master teacher Ji Shaorong and Ren Jiawei had found for Bai Lian, and upon learning it was Teacher Yue, Ren Wanxuan could not help but feel a pang of jealousy.

But at this moment—

This teacher, unlike others, did not acknowledge Bai Lian, did not think she was good at the guzheng, and even thought she would never succeed.

The slight feeling of jealousy that had just arisen suddenly dissipated.

The praises for Bai Lian in the school’s online forum that had accumulated in her heart for a long time finally scattered into nothingness.

Her head bowed, she suppressed the urge to let her mouth curve upward, “Dad, I came to tell you there’s a parent-teacher meeting this week. Since you’re busy, I will be taking my leave first.”

After saying this, she forcibly held back, then left.

“What artist,” Ren Jiawei sat down crossing her arms and scoffed, then couldn’t help but say to Bai Lian, “This Mr. Yue is just like your grandfather, useless in his loftiness and bad temper! Don’t listen to him, look at your grandfather, busy with art and tradition every day, what has that brought him? He’s speaking without feeling the pain, I’d like to see him perform in public without taking a penny!”

“Enough,” Ji Shaorong said, his head aching as he looked at Ren Jiawei, “Don’t say that anymore, or you will be heavily criticized.”

Ren Jiawei was indifferent; she was a worldly person after all.

To her, all art was the same; weren’t all those art students burning through money?

Bai Lian, with her brows and eyes downcast, was multitasking by memorizing vocabulary while listening to Ren Jiawei talk, occasionally nodding along.

She sat politely, her slightly loose hair softly framing her face and eyes.

Quiet and serious.

Accustomed to her own way at home, Ren Jiawei had never seen someone who listened to her so seriously and responded. She paused, then started to say, “Don’t worry, I’ll find another master for you in Beicheng.”

Bai Lian’s wrist rested on the table as she leisurely traced a word.

After a few seconds of contemplation, she seriously said to the two, “Thank you for going through all this trouble for me, but I really don’t need a guzheng teacher.”

Her teacher had already taught everything that was needed.

The rest was up to her and how much she could comprehend on her own.

“Got it, got it,” Ren Jiawei waved dismissively, not really paying attention, “Let’s eat first.”

After finishing her meal, Bai Lian returned to class. Teacher Yue’s words had no impact on her.