Chapter 230: Chapter 181: One Set After Another
Da Lao has been with Chen Cheng for almost a month now.
But this is the first ti he sits in the passenger’s seat.
“Xiao ng, have so water.”
Xiao ier handed a bottle of water to ng Wanning, and curiously asked Chen Cheng in the passenger’s seat, “Hubby, how did you et Xiao ng?”
Chen Cheng didn’t turn his head but glanced at the rearview mirror instead.
In the mirror, ng Wanning paused and her gaze unwittingly t Chen Cheng’s.
Chen Cheng: “Before going abroad, I heard Miss ng sing opera at your godfather’s place.”
“Opera?”
Xiao ier looked at the fashionably dressed girl next to her with surprise, utterly unable to associate her with singing opera.
“Xiao ng, you’re really so talented! It doesn’t show at all!” she exclaid.
ng Wanning caught the key phrase in Chen Cheng’s words, “Sister, you’re Mr. Jin’s goddaughter?”
Xiao ier nodded generously in acknowledgnt, “I didn’t expect we’d have this connection!”
“I’m just a perforr, no match for you,” said ng Wanning admiringly.
Xiao ier quickly retorted, “Don’t say that. To make a living with your ability in this society is already very impressive!”
“So you specialize in singing opera?” she inquired further.
ng Wanning nodded, “Currently, I’m following my master at the Wanshou Peking Opera Troupe.”
Xiao ier was even more surprised; she hadn’t realized that in today’s society, this line of work still upheld such traditions.
ng Wanning saw Xiao ier’s puzzlent and explained: “I beca an apprentice at five, perford on stage at seven. Afterwards, I was admitted to the Peking Opera performance major at Shanghai Drama Academy.”
“That’s just too amazing!” Xiao ier exclaid, then asked, “So is learning to sing opera very hard?”
“I studied for six years at the Shanghai Theatre Academy Affiliated Opera School, and had to start warming up my voice before 6 o’clock every morning, practicing morning exercises.”
ng Wanning continued: “Legwork, sorsaults, acrobatic fighting, singing, speaking, acting, and martial arts, not one aspect could be neglected.”
“Even until this morning, it’s still the sa.”
She gave a smile, a trace of having weathered hardships to see sweetness in her elegant grin.
“You’ve really had it tough,” said Xiao ier sympathetically.
“Speaking of which, I’ve never seen Beijing Opera before!” Xiao ier continued, “Xiao ng, when you have a performance, I’ll definitely co to show my support!”
“Sister, if you want to watch, there’s no need to wait for a performance, I can sing a section for you right now,” replied ng Wanning.
“Really? That would be wonderful!” Xiao ier said excitedly, patting the passenger seat, “Honey, we’re in for a treat!”
Just as ng Wanning was ready to begin, Chen Cheng opened the car door, saying, “I’ve heard it before, I’m going to step out for a smoke.”
After finishing, Chen Cheng stepped out of the car and closed the door behind him.
Xiao ier’s eyebrows were slightly furrowed, “What’s wrong with him?”
ng Wanning also looked toward Chen Cheng outside the car window and asked, “Sister, do you still want to listen?”
“Listen! Listen! Listen!” Xiao ier sat up straight, “Don’t mind him, he lacks artistic sensibility, has no appreciation.”
ng Wanning smiled faintly and began singing, “…advising the emperor, to drink and enjoy the Yu songs. To alleviate your worries, drowning the heart’s gloom…”
Chen Cheng, after leaving the car, walked over to Chen Donghai, “Xiao Hai, do you have a smoke?”
Chen Donghai imdiately took out a pack of Lotuses and offered them to Chen Cheng.
Chen Cheng took one, and with both hands, Chen Donghai brought the lighter close to Chen Cheng.
The orange fla flickered, and after the first wisps of smoke dispersed, Chen Cheng, leaning against the hood of the car, could still faintly hear ng Wanning’s singing.
Her sobbing and lodious voice carried the unique charm of Beijing Opera, mixed with sorrow and resolution, yet filled with deep emotion.
Xiao ier listened, srized; she had never imagined that Beijing Opera could be so captivating. Each word, each syllable seed to strike at her heart, irresistibly drawing her into its spell.
After the song ended, Xiao ier was still lost in its lingering enchantnt, unable to snap back to reality for a long while.
“How was it, sister?” ng Wanning asked softly, with a hint of anticipation.
“Fantastic! Xiao ng, you sing so well!”
Xiao ier spoke candidly, “Although I might not have understood everything, you sing in a very unique way, especially that tune, it seems different from the Beijing Opera I’m familiar with.”
ng Wanning smiled and explained, “I am a descendant of the Cheng school, so my singing is a bit different from the mainstream styles of the Zhang, Chen, i, Shang, and others.”
Xiao ier gave a thumbs up, “No matter what, you are the most impressive!”
“You flatter , sister.”
Both won’s gaze shifted in unison to Chen Cheng at the front of the car; without turning around, amidst the swirling smoke, his profile appeared sowhat hazy, adding a touch of mystery and solitude.
“Sister, are you married to Mr. Chen?” inquired ng Wanning.
Xiao ier laughed and shook her head, “Not yet.”
Upon hearing this, ng Wanning said, “I heard you calling Mr. Chen ‘hubby’, and I thought you were…”
She paused, seemingly choosing her words carefully, “already married.”
From ng Wanning’s perspective, being Mr. Jin’s goddaughter was a background that most people could only dream of.
She had also t many rich ladies and daughters of wealthy families, but Xiao ier felt different from them.
Wealthy, but down-to-earth.
Like a girl next door, making others feel less defensive and adverse.
Moreover, as they shared the sa coach, their relationship had rapidly progressed over these few short days.
“Not yet,” Xiao ier’s eyes were filled with anticipation.
Though she and Chen Cheng hadn’t gotten married officially, their relationship and way of life were no different from that of a married couple.
She said with a smile, “But I believe in Xiao Cheng, he will marry .”
“Sister, you’re so fortunate,” ng Wanning’s voice carried a tinge of envy, “to et a man who loves you so much.”
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