"Second Young Master, Xia Qing and Qiu Yue have arrived." Aunt Qing, the madam, stepped into the private room with the two women in tow.
Jiang Yushan turned around, looking somewhat displeased.
"Why did you take so long?"
Seeing this, Aunt Qing hurriedly shot the two women beside her a meaningful look.
The two women immediately understood. In a few quick steps, they came behind Jiang Yushan and pressed their delicate bodies tightly against his back.
"Second Young Master, don't be angry. We'll make it up to you properly later."
Feeling the softness behind him, Jiang Yushan's expression brightened at once. Just as he was about to say something, his gaze fell on Song Wen again.
He had noticed Song Wen early on, but had not taken him seriously, assuming he was merely another guest passing by.
Seeing Song Wen still standing at the door without leaving, he grew displeased and asked coldly.
"Who are you? Why are you here?"
Song Wen clasped his hands in salute and bent forward, his face heaped with deference.
"This one... this lowly one is Yang Yu. I have long heard that the Jiang Clan's Second Young Master is dashing and romantic, brimming with talent, with wisdom and valor beyond compare—a hero of this age! Learning that Second Young Master had come to Elegant Music House, this lowly one wished to behold your illustrious bearing and came especially to pay respects."
Hearing this, Jiang Yushan raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"You are the Yang Yu Dongxue mentioned—the one who has been visiting her often lately?"
Song Wen said, "That is indeed this lowly one."
Jiang Yushan said, "You do have some taste. Your views happen to align with mine."
"Second Young Master overpraises me. How could this lowly one