Mr. Xiao, can I borrow your wedding invitation?

Chapter 66 Trap
"Xiao Wu!" Nan Dongxue and Jiang Xue were helping Jiang Rourou greet the guests. Hearing this, as the head of the family, he couldn't allow the disharmony in the family to spread.

He walked over in a few steps, smiled politely at Jiang Rourou's friends, then turned to Nan Wu, still smiling, and lowered his voice, "Xiao Wu, what are you doing? Rourou just wanted to invite you to join in the fun, and this is how you, as her older sister, respond? It's her birthday today, give Dad some face, stay and have something to eat before going upstairs!"

Nan Wu laughed, "Oh, so her face is only worth a meal!"

"you!"

"Dad, forget it. Since my sister doesn't want to, I don't want to force her!" Jiang Rourou tugged at Nan Dongxue's arm with red eyes, looking like a doormat.

Jiang Xue also stepped in to smooth things over, "That's right, Dongxue, Xiaowu is probably tired. After all, she's worked all day. Let the child go upstairs. There are so many people here to keep Rourou company, that's fine!"

"No, she's being too inconsiderate. With so many people watching, what kind of scene is this?" Nan Dongxue turned his attention to Nan Wu, giving her a firm order, "Go over there and greet them. Stay for half an hour, just half an hour, then you can do whatever you want!"

Nan Wu looked at Jiang Rourou, then at Jiang Xue, and finally her gaze fell back on Nan Dongxue.

The mother and daughter's performance was more captivating than any monkey show, and there was absolutely no trace of acting.

If she still doesn't get it right, it'll seem rather boring.

"Okay, I'll go change my clothes, I'll be right there!"

Nan Dongxue was satisfied. "That's right, this is my daughter, Nan Dongxue!"

Jiang Rourou and Jiang Xue exchanged a cold look.

A short while later, Nan Wu came over in a more casual outfit. Although the cheongsam was beautiful, it was really uncomfortable to wear. She couldn't move her legs forward or bend over backward; it was only for show.

She's 1.66 meters tall, wearing a very ordinary black halter top and beige wide-leg pants. Her hair is styled in a high bun, making her look both cool and beautiful, with a strong presence.

Although she wasn't as heavily made up as the girls attending the party, she exuded confidence and captivating charm.

Several male guests present were glancing at her. Jiang Rourou hated this about Nan Wu the most. No matter where she was, as long as Nan Wu appeared, her spotlight would be stolen.

"Sister!" Jiang Rourou brought over a plate of roasted meat with a smile. "It's freshly roasted, and I didn't ask for chili peppers. Sister, please try it!"

Nan Wu turned her head and retorted, "Are you deaf or stupid? Didn't you hear me say I've already eaten? What, you've switched to a barbecue promotion, and you'll get your bonus docked if you don't finish this up?"

Jiang Rourou couldn't argue with her and was so embarrassed that her face turned red, looking even more uncomfortable than if she were constipated.

You bitch, you'll get what's coming to you in a minute!
The violin music stopped, and someone said that the pianist they had invited today was sick and couldn't come, and asked if they should find someone to replace him temporarily.

Jiang Rourou casually said, "No need, you all don't know, right? My sister won first prize in an international piano competition, especially for that piece 'Canon.' In my opinion, no one can play it better than her, right, sister?"

Nan Wu's eyelids twitched.

Jiang Xue chimed in, "Yes, I almost forgot about that too. When it comes to the piano, none of them can play as well as Xiao Wu. Xiao Wu, while everyone's here, why don't you show them your skills!"

Nan Wu was very resistant, "I haven't played in a long time, my skills are rusty, I'll just make a fool of myself!"

Jiang Rourou grabbed her arm and pulled her back, "Don't worry, sister, you can talk to anyone and they can't compare. It's okay, everyone is waiting for you, it's not right to keep them waiting, come on, come on!"

Nan Dongxue couldn't help but speak up, "Since Rou Rou is so looking forward to it, Xiao Wu, why don't you go up and play a piece? Show everyone your best skills!"

The real Nan Wu is absolutely the Nan family's pride and joy when it comes to art. Today's birthday party for Jiang Rourou is attended by scions of wealthy families in the entertainment industry, making this a great opportunity for the Nan family to shine. Jiang Rourou glanced at Nan Wu's resistant and unpleasant expression, further confirming her earlier suspicions.

Other things can be faked, but musical skills are unlikely to be faked; even temporary training won't produce the desired effect.

As long as she can't play it, the truth will fall apart on its own.

Jiang Rourou, unwilling to let this opportunity slip by, pretended to be very excited and forcibly pulled Nan Wu to the piano. Then, in a very gentle voice, she said, "Sister, I'm looking forward to your performance!"

The look in their eyes, unseen by others, was full of scheming.

Nan Wu frowned, turned to look at the black and white piano in front of her, moved closer, and gently stroked the keys with both hands, but remained motionless for a long time.

The onlookers whispered among themselves.

"I've long heard that Miss Nan is a skilled musician; let me see for myself today!"

"What does she mean? Why hasn't she started yet?"

"Could it be that he's just bluffing and won't actually negotiate?"

The more enthusiastically they discussed it, the more excited Jiang Rourou became.

Nanwu, let's see what you do this time.
"Xiao Wu, what's wrong with you? Everyone's waiting, why haven't you started yet?"

The murmurs grew louder, and Nan Dongxue playfully reminded him.

She can embarrass herself, but she shouldn't embarrass herself.

"Sister, if you can't play 'Canon,' then just play something simple like 'Happy Birthday,' or 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.' Just play something, and I won't blame you!" Jiang Rourou said, pretending to be kind.

"If you want to hear me play, then play it yourself. I'm not here to perform for money!" Nan Wu pretended to leave.

Jiang Rourou had anticipated this, and stepped forward to block her way, grinning maliciously, "Sister, you don't know how to play the piano, do you?"

"You're talking nonsense!" Nan Wu retorted without warning.

"Then why don't you play it for us!"

Nan Wu seemed to have thought of something, and with a charming flick of her hair, she said, "How about this? I've won major awards before, after all. I'll play 'Canon' for 100,000 yuan if you're willing!"

"You bastard! I think you're obsessed with money. Rou Rou is your sister, and you even want to make money off her?" Nan Dongxue scolded in a low voice.

Nan Wu shrugged, "Otherwise it would be beneath me!"

"you!"

“Dad, I think my sister is right. Even if I hire a pianist to play, I would have to pay them. Besides, my sister’s piano skills are worth more than that!” Jiang Rourou turned to Nan Wu. “Sister, 100,000 yuan is 100,000 yuan. As long as it can get you back on stage and let everyone hear your piano playing, I think it’s all worth it!”

Tsk tsk! Listen to this, listen to this. If Jiang Rourou's mouth doesn't go into crosstalk, it's a huge waste. She can really talk the dead back to life. It seems that she has received Jiang Xue's true teachings. Otherwise, how could Jiang Xue, an ordinary country woman, have squeezed out all the beauties around Nan Dongxue and firmly sat on the throne of Mrs. Nan?

(End of this chapter)