Madam's Identities Shocks The Entire City Again novel Chapter 3041

Chapter 3041: Why? Is It Not Going Well?

Editor: Atlas Studios

Half-written arrangements were scattered on the ground. Many pieces of paper had two lines crossed out, with seven or eight such pieces beside Qiao Nian’s chair.

After replying to Guan Yan’s message, Qiao Nian placed her phone aside, propped her long and straight legs under the table, and glanced at the waste paper scattered on the ground from the corner of her eye.

Qiao Nian bent down, picked up a piece, and held it to the light.

The white paper was not thick, to begin with. When the light passed through it, the flamboyant scrawl on it became even more eye-catching.

Suddenly finding inspiration, Qiao Nian immediately sat up straight and picked up her fountain pen again, writing a string of notes on the paper.

Knock knock.

Someone knocked on the door half an hour later.

Qiao Nian said without looking up, “It’s not closed.”

Ye Wangchuan entered the room and saw that only a dim yellow lamp was turned on. Under its light, Qiao Nian was sitting cross-legged in front of the desk, her hair [casually draped over her shoulders and wearing a loose casual suit. Her slender neck disappeared into her collar.

She exuded a rare sense of leisure.

Ye Wangchuan approached and asked hoarsely, “What are you writing?”

“Oh.” Qiao Nian moved slightly and turned sideways for him to see. “Qing University is participating in an arrangement competition. There’s no one in the traditional musical instrument group, so I’ll be representing them.”

Qiao Nian indifferently said, “It’s just a meal.”

“A meal?”

“Me, Qin Si, Young Master Bo, my family, your family, and just these relatives and friends shall gather for a meal,” Qiao Nian said casually. It was obvious she had never thought of celebrating her birthday.

Ye Wangchuan looked at her. After some time, he pursed his lips and brushed his fingers across the hair on her shoulder. “Is it that simple?”

Qiao Nian’s attention had already returned to the arrangement. Without looking up, she asked, “What else?”

Watching the light fall on her thin shoulders, Ye Wangchuan slowly said, “Do you know how people your age celebrate their birthdays in Beijing?”