C17

"Mo Yuan, prepare a room for my teacher."

Before the servants could react, they heard a small, arrogant voice coming from upstairs. Mo Yuan looked at Leng Xiao, bowed his head and signaled to him, then turned and led a few servants upstairs.

Leng Xiao watched the back of the small body as it left. A smile that no one had noticed flashed past his eyes. Son, you're still too young to fight me!

Following Leng Xinhao's words, Lan Shiling officially became the Leng Clan's Young Master's tutor. However, this teacher only accompanied Leng Xinhao and chatted with him every day. Occasionally, under Leng Xinhao's instructions, he would go to the kitchen and cook some snacks for him.

The servants discovered that ever since Lan Shi Ling had arrived at home, the young master seemed to have become a completely different person. Although he sometimes acted like the old days, ignoring people as cold as ice, when he and Lan Shi Ling were together, he would actually smile. Occasionally, when the servants accidentally bumped into him, he would stiffen up and release the aura of a cold owl as he watched the servants put down their things before closing the door.

There was also Leng Xiao, who had heard Mo Yuan's report several times. He stood outside the music room in disbelief, watching the two people sitting in front of the piano.

Leng Xin Hao sat beside Lan Shi Ling, quietly listening to her play the zither. Sometimes, she would even mischievously reach out her hand to interrupt Lan Shi Ling's zither music, and then her little hand would randomly press the keys.

"Don't mess around, Xin Hao." It was unknown how many times Lan Shiling had tried to stop Leng Xinhao's mischief. He really didn't know if there was a problem with his memory, or if this Leng Xinhao was a fake.

He was no longer as distant as he was before, nor was he as indifferent as he was towards other servants. He pulled himself to sit on the sofa in his room, chatting and watching TV.

It felt like a mother accompanying her child.

When Leng Xinhao heard that he could play the zither, he pulled him to the zither room and reported out the names, asking him to play these songs. Sometimes, when Leng Xinhao listened to her, he would lean on her and grab the corner of her clothes. The happiness in his eyes warmed Lan Shiling's heart.

The first time he saw him, he felt his heart ache. His lonely little body looked very cold.

But now, he could laugh and cause a ruckus. Lan Shi Ling felt very gratified. Actually, Lan Shiling wanted him to make a fool of her; she wanted to be as naughty as an ordinary child. This was quite good.

Leng Xiao stood outside the door, looking at Leng Xinhao's smile. He felt that his decision at that time wasn't wrong, even allowing this woman to live a life of ease for a few days.

Actually, Leng Xiao felt it was very strange when he was in the bar, but he just didn't make a sound. Following that, his subordinate's report made him understand that there was someone behind Du Youliang. And this person was his precious son, Leng Xinhao.

It seemed that his son had inherited his strategy and knew how to get what he wanted.

As long as you can be happy, there's nothing bad about letting Lan Shi Ling roam around for a few days.

However, Lan Shi Ling, your good days are coming to an end.

Seeing the faint smile on Lan Shi Ling's face as she played the zither, Leng Xiao felt as if he had seen himself once standing by the zither and watching her play his favorite song.

A flame of hatred appeared in Leng Xiao's eyes. His right hand clenched tightly as the corners of his mouth curled up in a cold manner, making people timid. He only wanted to escape …

Lan Shi Ling's hand suddenly stopped playing the zither. At the same time, Leng Xinhao also saw Leng Xiao outside the door.

"Peng!" Leng Xinhao pursed his lips, closing the door behind him. He saw the anger and hatred in Leng Xiao's eyes, but that hatred was directed towards Lan Shi Ling. Leng Xin Hao did not want to let Lan Shi Ling be bullied by him. Even if he was his father.

Leng Xinhao had never had a good impression of Leng Xiao. He hated Leng Xiao who kept pestering all kinds of women, hated Leng Xiao's body when he was rolling on the bed with all kinds of unknown women, even though they were all beauties. Even though it had given him the best economic treatment, it was only economic treatment.

In this ice-cold home, Leng Xinhao could only feel a sense of kinship with his grandfather, Leng Zhenwei. After all, Leng Zhenwei was living with him abroad, his only family.

Leng Xinhao stubbornly guarded Lan Shi Ling beside him. Her body had a special magic, a special smell, allowing him to feel warmth by her side. Maybe this was what his mother felt? Leng Xinhao was in love with this kind of warmth, to the point where he was helpless to save it.

Leng Xiao stared at the closed door for a long time, unable to calm the rage in his heart. The sound of the piano in the room soon began to continue. Leng Xiao clenched his fists. What, does this woman want to take Leng Xinhao away from him? Don't even think about it!

Leng Xiao turned around and walked down the stairs. Before he could step down from the first flight of stairs, the sound of the piano in the room changed, and Leng Xiao, who had been ordered to go downstairs, was left behind.

The song that rang in this zither room was Leng Xiao's favorite song from back then, "Moonlight".

Leng Xiao's pause only lasted for a few seconds. When he thought back to the past, the hatred he originally felt for Lan Shi Ling lessened significantly. But when he came back to his senses, his heart once again began to ache endlessly, and his hatred for Lan Shi Ling grew once again.

"Mo Yuan." Leng Xiao returned to his room and quickly called Mo Yuan in. As Mo Yuan entered the door and saw the cold expression of Leng Xiao, he knew that someone was going to suffer.

"Young Master, is this okay?" Mo Yuan said in surprise after hearing Leng Xiao's instructions. "Young master doesn't care about the feelings of the young master anymore?" Mo Yuan could see that Leng Xinhao was defending Lan Shiling. This was equivalent to freezing the relationship between the two of them.

"What, you want to question my orders?" The Cold Owl's voice was cold. He knew that he was doing this to harm Leng Xinhao, but he was doing it for him. In order to not let this stinking woman's scheme succeed. It would be better to expose her in front of Leng Xinhao.