Fade with Time and Love

Chapter 9 Stunning Everyone's Ear

Ann Jian looked at Janine's back; she had some doubt in her heart.

With a few steps, he felt that Janine suddenly had changed, like a worm changed into a butterfly.

But Janine still looked like a clown; she undoubtedly was still wearing a hundred yuan set outfit from street stalls goods!

Janine sat in front of the piano and tested a note. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Indeed, it was a top-notch piano. Its single note made everyone as if hearing a gushing jingling of bells.

As soon as she looked up, she found a pair of eyes were watching her.

Her piano happened to face Yasin, so she saw his gaze every time she looked up.

They were boundless and penetrating eyes.

Didn't know why, once she met his line of sight, she started to feel uneasy. As if it was a rewind button, those seven years ago's memories recurred once again in front of her eyes.

As her fingers trembled, the tone was immediately off.

"Didn't you say you are Mr. Mu's friend?" Ann had utterly relaxed now; she then sneered: "That's your tune? Stop putting up such a desperate struggle! Just admit that you are an infotainment' journalist!"

But before Ann finished her words, Janine had continued to play again.

Janine stopped looking at Yasin and forced herself to clear her mind. It was only the piano for now.

Janine imagined herself inside the solarium, warm and peaceful, and there's her mother's gentle gaze observing her. Her fingers started to fly on the piano key.

The music came through; it was impressively a familiar famous song 《The Blue Danube》.

The people around that doubted Janine was journalist at first, started to shake their heads, and asked Ann whether she made a mistake. The girl who was playing the piano looked as if she at least had studied it for ten years.

Moreover, everyone knew about Mr. Mu's presence on that charity night, so…

When George Chiao looked at Janine, he was somewhat dazzled.

He frowned and tried to capture the vague image that crossed his mind. But the more he tried to capture the image, the more impossible it was. As if it was a handful of sand, the more you wanted to grasp them, the more likely they would flow out of your hands.

Ann, who was beside him, had tried calling him several times before he finally responded, he then asked blankly: "Ann, what's wrong?"

Ann was angry until her teeth itched. But at this moment, she could not bother Janine anymore. All she could do was letting today's event kept inside her heart!

Janine's body was utterly relaxed along with the tunes; she almost didn't have to ponder over. She had practiced this song millions of times for George, so it came out of her tall and thin fingertips like that.

She looked at all the glamorous people around, and something had moved her heart. She thought of a dialogue on one of the works of a French novelist.

Since she had come to this situation, she might as well took all her moods to vent her feelings through that dialogue!

At that time, learning French was fashionable, and Janine had learned the pronunciation. After all these years, she had forgotten the vocabularies, but she loved that dialogue and memorized it repeatedly, so

she almost could blurt it out—

"Woman is a gorgeous diamond,

a glimmering bright pearl,

for you to win the empress' fabricated imagination.

Did you know only a snobbish poison remained on your surrounding?

The arrogant fragrant that attracting and killing."

Janine read aloud in French while gazing on Ann, who stood beside George.

Ann was with bright pearls and clothes, but she was a castaway with nothing left.

But what did Ann have? All she had now, status, compliment and praise, were all based Chiao family.

Without George, Ann wouldn't even get an admission ticket with Jian Family's status; how would she be able to stand as a mistress and be praised as a debutante?!

The beautiful French pronunciation continued from Janine's ordinary and mediocre lips,

"If a woman cheers for fame and profit,

salutes wealth,

and held authority,

please don't inquire those who once was singing to apply makeup to the eyebrows,

it didn't know to fly to which direction."

She attracted everyone's sight; they stopped to discuss and listen to her French poem.

"Because its voice has dried up for righteousness to destroy the clean and glorious spirit."

Janine played the last note as she had finished the poem.

The haunting tune rose in spirals; the surroundings became quiet as before.

She stood up, bowed to everyone, and laughed at herself: "Sorry to disturb all of you."

After that, she turned and left.

Just as she was leaving, Yasin's eyes followed her; he said to his special assistant beside without turning his head: "Check that woman."

"Yes, Mr. Ho!" Nelson Shen nodded.

Janine left the hall, and the gate closed shut. Suddenly, these unworldly disturbing elements had vanished.

After a brief discussion, the hall regained its initial atmosphere.

Yasin stood from the sofa and told George: "Mr. Chiao, I have some affairs to deal with; excuse me."

He left right away without waiting for George's reaction.

Didn't know why, after that woman left, Yasin felt like the banquet had become boring.

On top of that, he had started to recall the dialogue.

He was familiar with a lot of languages, and French was a mandatory subject. That's why when some were pretending to understand; he understood it all.

That woman was remarkable; it needed to look up at a social class person like her to make this sarcasm look noble and luxurious.

But what she said made sense.

Yasin walked to the door; his car was ready. When he moved his gaze, he saw somewhere ten meters away from him; there was Janine in the waiting bus area, she seemed anxiously waiting for something.

Yasin narrowed his eyes and got in the car. He ordered his driver: "Go to that platform."