After that, Zhuang Yibo's life was simple and uneventful, with no one or thing disturbing him.
Occasionally Qianxing came back from Huai City to see her, and the two of them stayed together happily, even if it was only for an hour or two, chatting and talking, it seemed that there was no difference from before.
The only difference is that Zhuang Yibo is no longer the eldest lady of the banker, but an ordinary person who earns her own living. She often doesn't stay for long, and she is always busy with work, teaching, and other things to make a living by herself.
Qianxing also felt sorry for her being so busy, but seeing her so busy seemed really fulfilling and happy, so she couldn't say anything more.
In addition to working and teaching, Zhuang Yibo occasionally performs live performances, most of which are banquets or shopping mall performances. He is neither busy nor tired, and his income is not bad.
A few months later, Zhuang Yibo became completely accustomed to this kind of life and enjoyed it.
At the end of July, the daughter of Xu Cheng, a wealthy businessman in the city, got married. A hundred banquets were held. Zhuang Yibo once again received an invitation to perform live and rushed to the venue with his cello.
She had experienced many such occasions in which she was well-dressed and well-dressed. Fortunately, in the past few months, she had already become accustomed to the change of status. She avoided the noisy and lively crowd and silently followed the staff on stage and started playing.
Naturally, she would not be the only one performing on such a grand occasion. She only had to play two pieces of her own music to be considered as completing today's task.
After playing one piece of music, when Zhuang Yibo was about to play the second piece, she suddenly saw a figure in a trance. She couldn't help but pause, and the hand holding the bow shook.
When she looked closely, she realized that it was not that she was in a trance.
She really saw Shen Wangjin.
Among the crowd, he was wearing a black suit, holding a dignified and elegant lady in his arms, and was chatting calmly with the people next to him.
Zhuang Yibo didn't expect to see him on such an occasion, but when he did see him, he didn't think there was anything strange.
His business territory spans several big cities, and it is not normal to appear anywhere. Unless she truly stays away from all cities related to him, she may never see him again.
After coming back to his senses, Zhuang Yibo continued to play his own music.
In such an occasion, the performer is just a foil among the foils, dispensable, so almost no one will pay attention to her on the stage, let alone Shen Wangjin in the crowd.
And she only needed to finish the second piece of music smoothly before she could retire.
But it was probably God who refused to follow her will. When she was playing the last section, two guests suddenly had an unknown conflict in front of her. During the push, a glass of wine was thrown directly at her on the stage.
Zhuang Yibo was so immersed in the music that she couldn't hide away. When she realized what she was doing, the glass of wine had already poured down from her head.
Immediately, a staff member came forward to dissuade the two conflicting guests, and someone also came forward to ask about Zhuang Yibo's condition.
The conflict quickly subsided, but it still inevitably attracted the attention of some people in the venue.
Zhuang Yibo closed her eyes, took the tissue handed over by the staff, and wiped the wine stains on her face. When she reluctantly opened her eyes, she saw many people nearby looking at her.
She also knew how embarrassed she was at this moment, so when the staff asked her if she wanted to wash her face, she put down her cello, got up and went to the bathroom.