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The cheerful piano music rang through the room. The servants who were busy downstairs were all in a happy mood when they heard it.

Originally, he was worried that this Song Family's daughter would be difficult to get along with. Who knew that this Song Family's little daughter not only had an exquisite appearance and gentle temperament, but also a noble and elegant demeanor.

Even when facing them, the servants were gentle and courteous. During this hot summer day, Song Xiaoqian was practically enjoying life as if it was spring.

After Song Qinghuan was reborn, her memory became even more amazing. She rewrote all of the songs that she had composed personally in her previous life. She had modified all of the parts that were still immature and immature, and after some modifications, it became a song that was even better than in her previous life.

The Song Family also owned a few properties in the capital city of Wan Ning, and the villa that Song Qinghuan was living in was under the old lady's name. After she was accepted into the Star Han Music Academy, the villa had already arranged for servants to attend to her, and the musical instruments in the guqin room, including the piano, violin, and cello, were all delivered by the old lady before Song Qing came.

However, in this life, Song Qinghuan did not want to continue playing the piano. In her previous life, all of her preferences and even her life had been planned out by the Song Family.

After regaining a new life, Song Qinghuan decided to live for herself in this life.

The screen of the phone beside the music soundlessly lit up, revealing a text message.

"Playboy: Ignore me?"

Song Qinghuan glanced at it and continued to practice her melody. The atmosphere of the song was very cheerful, and Song Qinghuan memorized every single note in her heart.

Perhaps Xu Ningzhou's short message had disturbed her train of thoughts, but the scene of the afternoon by the sea suddenly surfaced in her mind.

The warm sea breeze blew up her beautiful black hair, and Song Qinghuan looked back. Xu Ningzhou's face was already very close, but just as Xu Ningzhou was about to kiss her, Song Qinghuan's fingers pressed against his forehead and pushed his head away.

Not long ago, she had just put a gentleman's label on Xu Ningzhou, but now Song Qinghuan had crossed it out and made her into a playboy!

Xu Ningzhou blinked blankly. When he saw the mocking expression in Song Qinghuan's eyes as well as the mocking smile on her face, the confused young master Xu finally came to his senses. He also understood how light his actions were.

Xu Ningzhou wanted to explain, but Song Qinghuan's phone rang to break the awkward atmosphere. It was the old lady who called, and the old lady was very worried because the housekeeper said that Song Qinghuan hadn't arrived yet.

The old lady initially wanted to send someone to meet Song Qinghuan at the airport, but she was rejected by Song Qinghuan.

Song Qinghuan gently coaxed the old lady. After hanging up, she smiled at Xu Ningzhou and said, "My family is worried. Could I trouble Young Master Xu to send me off?"

Gentle and courteous, but with a deep estrangement in her eyes. This was the first time Xu Ningzhou felt defeated. He also knew how wrong he was to say so now. Thus, he very consciously sent Song Qinghuan back.

"Knock."

The sound of someone knocking on the door interrupted Song Qinghuan's train of thoughts. The zither room's door was not tightly closed, so it was only partially closed.

"Come in." Song Qinghuan stopped playing the zither and sat on the zither stool. She held a brush in her hand as she scribbled on her personal music manual.

A white-haired old man in a black suit opened the door to the music room. It was the butler of the villa. The old man bowed and said: "Miss, dinner is almost ready. Please take a rest."

As he said this, his eyes continued to droop and his tone was cold and respectful. From start to finish, his gaze had not landed on Song Qinghuan's body.

Song Qing paused as he held the pen. He raised his head and smiled. "I know, Uncle Rong."

After Uncle Rong left, Song Qinghuan lost all interest. She narrowed her eyes as she stared in the direction Uncle Rong left.

Uncle Rong, this old housekeeper has been in the Song Family for many years. Previously, the old man was in charge of the Song Family's residence, but this time, the old lady didn't send him here just to take care of Song Qinghuan, but also Song Mingxiu and Song Shuyao, who would be flying over in a few days.

In her previous life, this old housekeeper helped Xia Ruannan fight for power and was a great contributor. After she was locked up by Xia Runan, this old housekeeper, who had watched her grow up, personally brought someone to capture her when she was about to escape. He almost broke both of her legs, preventing her from having the thought of running away anymore.

On the surface, this person seemed to be someone the old lady had sent over, but in reality, he was Xia Runan's' eyes. 'This woman was like a venomous spider, able to penetrate through everything in her life.

However, it didn't matter. Song Qinghuan closed her composing book. She had already given some of the information that Xia Runan had used against the old lady to her nominal aunt, Song Lan.

In this struggle for power in the Song Family, Miss Song Lan was much more ruthless than her two brothers.

Song Qinghuan waited until the night before the start of school and finally managed to get Song Shuyao to come. She expected that Song Mingxiu's schedule would be delayed.

Song Shuyao's expression was ugly. The dark circles around her eyes were not covered by concealment pastes. She looked very tired, and the rare thing was that she did not bicker with Song Qinghuan.

Although Song Qinghuan was no longer at the Song Family, she had heard what happened at the Song Family in the past few days from her mother. Song Lan was the leader of the Song Family's foreign branch all these years, and her skills were quite vicious.

Maybe it was because they were the same kind of people, Song Lan was very disgusted by Xia Runan. Although she had been overseas for the past few years, her ambitions were not only limited to foreign branches. After receiving Song Qinghuan's anonymous email, she did not go and confront Xia Runan.

Song Lan's investigation was much more ferocious than Song Qing's private detective investigation!

Xia Ruannan held 5% of the company's shares. She initially held the post of secretary general of Song Yue-ming, but later became the company's financial director.

Song Lan already had evidence that Xia Runan had used her position to buy a lot of kickbacks.

Now that they found out that Xia Ruannan bribed the old lady's personal doctor and changed the old lady's medicine, this kind of medicine would only make people feel that they had no spirit and would reduce their immunity. But after a long time, it would cause harm to the old lady's nervous system.

In the jargon, the old lady would enter Alzheimer's disease in advance!

Song Lan took all the evidence and went straight to the Old Granny. Thus, in less than a week, the Song Clan changed.

In his previous life, the old lady passed away, but Song Lan was unable to come back from abroad.

Under Uncle Rong's watch, Song Qinghuan would either soak in the zither room every day or practice a series of aerobic exercises in the gym, pretending that she didn't hear anything outside the window. Even Xu Ningzhou was unable to stop her.

As the number one music institute in the country, Xing Han has its own management system. One of the rules that is clearly stipulated is for students to live in school.

Others might not be satisfied with this, but Song Qinghuan felt that the heavens were helping her. After living in school, she was a step away from the control of the Song Family.

When Song Qinghuan finished the admission procedures and opened the door to her dorm room with her bedroom key, she didn't expect to see a familiar face.