The backyard?
The staff froze for a moment before following the mother and son through the living room and pushing open a glass door.
The camera slowly moved forward—and everyone froze.
Inside the glass greenhouse, sunlight poured through the transparent dome, illuminating flowers that were still blooming in the middle of winter. But what drew the most attention was the black grand piano placed right at the center.
The camera swept past the piano and continued forward—along the wall, neatly arranged instruments filled the shelves: violin, cello, flute. On the other side were traditional Chinese instruments—guqin, pipa, erhu, xiao flute, bamboo flute—covering the entire wall.
【Damn??? What kind of god-tier setup is this???】
【This greenhouse is bigger than my entire house】
【Those instruments… let me count. Piano, violin, cello, flute, guqin, pipa, erhu, xiao flute, bamboo flute… at least a dozen!】
【Is this a music classroom???】
Even the staff was stunned. After a long pause, one of them finally asked, “Student Su, do you know how to play all of these instruments?”
Su Muzhe leaned lazily against the greenhouse door and shook his head. “I only play piano.” He pointed casually toward the violin and cello. “Those are my Dad’s.”
【So Su Muzhe and Father learned Western instruments】
【I want to see Father play violin】
【Please let Father perform for us】
The camera turned to Su Jingyang. The man gave a slight nod but said nothing.
“Then what about these Chinese instruments?” the staff asked, pointing toward the guqin and pipa section.
Su Muzhe’s gaze shifted to Jiang Yao. He replied casually, “Those? They’re all my Mom’s.”
The staff froze in shock. For a moment, they didn’t even know how to react.
【???】
【Wait, did I hear that right?】
【Those are all Mother’s???】
【Guqin, pipa, erhu, xiao flute, bamboo flute… how many does she even play???】
【Isn’t Mother a traditional Chinese medicine doctor? How does she also know this many instruments?】
【I’m stunned—what kind of treasure mother is this】
Jiang Yao stood in the center of the greenhouse. Sunlight poured through the glass dome, softening her naturally lazy aura. She glanced at the instruments and said lightly, “Just casual hobbies. Nothing worth mentioning.”
【“Casual hobbies”???】
【This modesty is outrageous】
【I really want to hear Mother play!】
【+1, please perform!】
【Stop exaggerating, she probably can’t play anything】
【Lol I can smell jealousy through the screen】
The barrage went wild, but the staff had already turned to Su Muzhe. “Student Su, are you going to perform piano today?”
He nodded and walked to the grand piano.
His long fingers rested on the keys. He closed his eyes and took a slow breath.
Then the music began.
Not Chopin. Not Beethoven. It was a piece everyone recognized—Für Elise.
But the feeling was completely different.
The melody flowed gently, like a quiet confession under moonlight. It was soft, melancholic, yet filled with lingering emotion. Every note felt like it came from deep within the heart—steady, restrained, but full of meaning.
Sunlight spilled through the glass dome and landed on the boy’s face. Eyes closed, he was completely immersed in the music, as if he had merged with the piano itself.
The greenhouse fell into complete silence, leaving only the echo of the piano.
Su Jingyang leaned slightly toward Jiang Yao and said, “I think you were right.”
“Hmm?” Jiang Yao looked puzzled. “About what?”
“Our son… seems like he’s heartbroken.”
“…” She sighed. “I told you earlier and you didn’t believe me!”
【I’m crying, why is this so emotional】
【There’s a story in this piano performance】
【The father and mother are whispering during the performance!】
【I saw it too—they’re giving off pink bubble vibes!】
【What kind of god-tier family is this】
【This performance is too emotional, I actually teared up】
When the piece ended, Su Muzhe opened his eyes and lifted his hands from the keys. He stood up expressionlessly, though the tips of his ears were slightly red.
The livestream exploded.
【Holy—this is a high school student???】
【Compared to Lu Sheng’s Chopin earlier, I actually liked this more】
【No comparison, different styles】
【It’s not style—it’s emotion. His performance has too much feeling】
【Lu Sheng has technique, but this one has soul】
【Exactly! One is an exam paper, the other is a poem】
A certified account suddenly entered the livestream chat:
“Professor of Piano, Central Conservatory of Music.”
【Just finished listening to both performances. Student Lu Sheng has solid technique and precise finger control—very impressive for his age. However, I was more surprised by Su Muzhe’s performance.】
The chat exploded.
【A real professor???】
【From the Central Conservatory???】
【Professor, please continue!】
【Don’t stop! Say more!】
The professor continued calmly:
“However, Su Muzhe’s performance cannot be measured by technique alone. His music contains story, emotion, and soul. Technique can be trained, but emotion is innate. If I must compare, Lu Sheng is a perfect exam paper, while Su Muzhe is a poem written into the heart.”
【Translation: Lu Sheng = technique, Su Muzhe = emotion】
【Brilliant summary】
【Even the professor said it! Stop arguing!】
【Certified by professor—Su Muzhe is insane】
#CentralConservatoryProfessorComment# shot to the top of trending lists.
Meanwhile, in the Lu Family livestream room.
Ye Qing’s face had darkened beyond recognition.
She stared at the screen, fingers gripping her phone so tightly her knuckles turned white.
Every frame on the screen—Jiang Yao calmly playing music, Su Jingyang performing with focus, and Su Muzhe immersed in the piano—felt like slaps to her face.
“Sister Ye…” Lin Shuangshuang cautiously approached.
“Shut up!”
Ye Qing suddenly stood up, throwing her phone onto the sofa. She paced back and forth, chest rising and falling violently.
She had spent so much money and hired so many paid commenters just to make Jiang Yao look bad.
And the result?
The Su family of three performed a full concert in a greenhouse and stunned everyone instead.
“Sister Ye, don’t be angry, it’s only the first day…” Lin Shuangshuang tried again.
“Get out.”
“Sister Ye—”
“I said get out! Get lost!”
Lin Shuangshuang fled the room.
Ye Qing picked up her phone again and stared at the calm woman on the screen, hatred flashing deep in her eyes.
Just wait.
This had only just begun.