He Qing truly hadn't expected Gu Sheng to know how to play the piano, let alone play it so well.
Though she was only an average player herself, she could still tell good playing from bad.
The contrast was striking when Gu Sheng sat down and quietly played.
The anger Gu Sheng had stirred up in He Qing subsided amid the flowing notes, yet her heart didn't settle down at all.
When exactly had Gu Sheng learned this? There was no way he could play at this level without putting in serious work.
But he couldn't possibly have had the time to learn this...
Looking at Gu Sheng's profile, He Qing had to admit that, aside from his faults from head to toe... especially that mouth of his...
He did actually have some good points.
He was quite good-looking, tall and solidly built, with rugged features, especially that unrestrained, exuberant confidence she never saw in anyone else.
He was in excellent physical shape and skilled at martial arts, reportedly one of the best fighters on Hong Kong Island.
She didn't need to rely on hearsay. She had seen it herself at the hospital yesterday.
He had a good eye for business, too. Though she had been reading downstairs earlier, she had heard everything the two men discussed.
Those three things alone would have made anyone a promising young man.
And he was fluent in several foreign languages. Knowing foreign languages wasn't anything special, but being fluent in more than a dozen was remarkable. She simply couldn't imagine how Gu Sheng had learned them.
He even knew piano and music theory... and was quite accomplished.
All of that in one person was actually enough to make him attractive.
Yet He Qing always felt a sense of incongruity, a disconnect.
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