In a place beyond the livestream cameras’ reach, Ye Qing sat on the sofa with her phone in hand, her expression dark and livid.
On the screen was the scene from the Su Family’s Glass Greenhouse—sunlight, the piano, the wall of instruments, and that woman she hated so much her teeth itched.
Grinding her teeth, she rapidly typed out a message.
【Where’s the troll army? Move already!】
She refused to believe Jiang Yao could actually play that many instruments. That woman had always been a useless vase. How could someone completely change in just three months? She was determined to tear off Jiang Yao’s fake mask.
A few seconds later, the tone of the livestream comments began to shift.
[What’s the point of just showing talent? Let the whole family perform together.]
[Exactly. Didn’t Mother say she knows so many instruments? Let’s hear it.]
[Father can play the violin too, right? A family ensemble!]
[I want to see the whole family together! It’ll definitely be amazing!]
[Yes yes yes! A family performance would be way more interesting!]
The comments multiplied rapidly, steering the conversation harder and harder.
Ye Qing stared at the screen with a cold sneer curling at her lips.
She wanted to see exactly what Jiang Yao, that lazy woman, could pull off. If she messed up during the performance, it would become the perfect joke.
And even if she played well, how good could a woman who slept until after seven in the morning really be?
Inside the Su Family’s Glass Greenhouse.
The staff members looked at the suddenly overwhelming comments and hesitantly turned toward Jiang Yao.
“Mrs. Su, the viewers are all looking forward to seeing you and Mr. Su perform as well. Would that be convenient?”
Jiang Yao raised a brow and swept her gaze across the comments.
[Mother, come on!]
[We want a family ensemble!]
[Don’t chicken out! Go!]
[Didn’t you say you were just casually playing around? Then casually play something for us.]
The corners of her lips curved slightly, amusement flickering in her eyes.
The manipulation was so obvious—did they really think she couldn’t tell?
But—
She turned to look at Su Jingyang.
The man stood at the entrance of the Glass Greenhouse with the light behind him, making his expression hard to read. But Jiang Yao noticed his gaze resting on the violin hanging on the wall.
“How long has it been since you played?” she asked.
Su Jingyang fell silent for a moment. “More than ten years.”
“Still remember how?”
“I’ll try.”
Jiang Yao smiled again before looking toward Su Muzhe.
“Son, tired? Want to do another piece?”
Leaning lazily against the piano, Su Muzhe shrugged. “Whatever.”
“Then,” Jiang Yao walked to the wall and took down the guqin, her fingertips lightly brushing across the strings, “let’s just casually play around.”
The livestream exploded instantly.
[HOLY CRAP! A guqin!]
[Mother’s really going to play! And it’s the guqin!]
[Guqin and piano? How does that even work together?]
[Father’s insane. He hasn’t played in over ten years and still dares to perform.]
[Shouldn’t they rehearse first?]
[Father is awesome!]
[They haven’t even performed yet and people are already hyping them up!]
[Chairman Su, your employees are watching!]
[And there’s a violin too? A trio?]
[I’m so excited!]
The staff hurriedly adjusted the cameras. Three separate camera angles focused on the center of the Glass Greenhouse at the same time. Sunlight poured through the glass dome above, falling across the three of them.
“What are we playing?” Su Muzhe asked as he pulled out his phone to search for sheet music.
“The ending theme from that drama I watched two days ago,” Jiang Yao replied casually. “The one where the two leads kept trying to kill each other.”
At those words, Su Jingyang frowned. As someone who had accompanied Jiang Yao through two episodes of the drama, he felt qualified to comment.
“Watch less of that stuff.”
“What’s wrong with it? Why do you care?”
The livestream comments burst into laughter.
[HAHAHAHA! This is President Su’s position in the family?]
[I never expected President Su to be like this at home!]
[Mrs. Su is mighty!]
[Mother is so down-to-earth.]
[I’m watching the exact same drama as Mother.]
Jiang Yao played the song aloud on her phone for a moment so the two of them could familiarize themselves with the melody. Then each of them found a copy of the sheet music.
Su Jingyang picked up the violin and tested a few notes. The deep and melodious sound echoed through the Glass Greenhouse. He frowned slightly and adjusted the strings again.
Su Muzhe returned to the piano bench, placing his fingers lightly on the keys as he looked toward Jiang Yao.
Holding the guqin, Jiang Yao sat cross-legged on a cushion in the center of the Glass Greenhouse, her posture so relaxed it looked as though she were lounging in her own backyard. She lifted her eyes to meet the gazes of the father and son and smiled faintly.
“Ready?”
Su Jingyang nodded.
Su Muzhe answered with a quiet “Mm.”
The next second, the music began.
The guqin spoke first.
Its sound was cold and clear like spring water. The moment the first note fell, it felt as though plum blossoms blooming against the winter wind had appeared before everyone’s eyes. Deep, distant, carrying the ancient resonance of a thousand years.
Then the violin joined in.
The strings trembled softly as the melody intertwined with the guqin, telling the story of the drama’s protagonists—their lingering love, their inability to part.
Finally, the piano entered.
The teenager’s fingers danced across the keys, notes drifting down like snowflakes, perfectly blending with the guqin’s chill elegance and the violin’s flowing warmth.
Three instruments.
Three tones.
Three completely different forms of expression.
Yet together, they created an unexpectedly perfect harmony.
The guqin was the bone—the proud backbone of the plum blossom.
The violin was the wind—the breeze sweeping across the blossoms.
The piano was the snow—the flakes falling gently upon them.
Sunlight streamed through the glass dome above, shadows and light shifting across the three figures.
Jiang Yao sat cross-legged with her long hair cascading over her shoulders, fingers gliding across the guqin strings, her expression calm as though she were performing alone at home.
Su Jingyang stood tall with the violin resting against his shoulder, eyes half-closed as he immersed himself entirely in the music.
Su Muzhe sat before the piano, the young man’s side profile especially striking under the sunlight, focused and serious.
The Glass Greenhouse was utterly silent except for the flowing music.
The livestream room was equally silent.
The comments stopped completely for a full thirty seconds.
Then—
[…]
[I’m speechless.]
[What kind of heavenly scene is this?]
[I’m crying. I’m seriously crying.]
[Guqin, piano, violin—three instruments from three different worlds, and they actually sound this harmonious.]
[Mother playing the guqin looks like someone straight out of a painting.]
[Father looks so handsome playing the violin!]
[Son’s piano playing is even better than before. Dad and Mom completely elevated him.]
[This family of three is unbelievable.]
[I finally understand why Mother was so calm. She genuinely has the skills.]
[Even her laziness is backed by ability.]
[Rename this show already. Just call it “The Su Family Crushes Everyone.”]
#SuFamilyGlassGreenhouseConcert instantly shot to the top of the trending searches, surpassing one hundred million views in moments.
At the same time, viewers in the other families’ livestream rooms were discussing it frantically.
Inside the Zhao Family livestream:
[Did you guys see the Su Family performance? Oh my god, that family ensemble was insane.]
Inside the Qian Family livestream:
[I did! I replayed Mother’s guqin segment ten times.]
Inside the Zhou Family livestream:
[My son asked me why I was watching the livestream while kneeling.]
After seeing the performance from Jiang Yao’s family of three, Ye Qing’s expression could no longer merely be described as dark.
She stared fixedly at the screen, fingers clenched tightly around her phone until her knuckles turned white.
On the screen, Jiang Yao’s calm expression while playing the guqin, Su Jingyang’s focused appearance while playing the violin, and Su Muzhe’s serious concentration at the piano—every frame felt like a slap across her face.
“Sister Ye…” Lin Shuangshuang approached cautiously.
“Shut up!”
Ye Qing abruptly stood up and hurled her phone onto the sofa. She paced around the living room, her chest rising and falling violently.
She had spent so much money and arranged so many fake commenters just to see Jiang Yao embarrass herself.
And what happened instead?
Jiang Yao’s family had turned the Glass Greenhouse into a concert hall and stunned everyone watching.
“Sister Ye, don’t be angry. It’s only the first day…” Lin Shuangshuang tried to comfort her.
“Get out.”
“Sister Ye—”
“I said get out!”
Lin Shuangshuang fled the room miserably.
Ye Qing picked up her phone again and stared at the calm woman on the screen, deep hatred flashing through her eyes.
Inside the Su Family’s Glass Greenhouse.
The final note faded slowly into silence.
Jiang Yao lifted her fingers from the strings and looked toward the father and son.
Su Jingyang lowered the violin and met her gaze. A faint smile flickered in his eyes.
The smile was extremely slight, but Jiang Yao caught it.
Su Muzhe stood up from the piano and walked over to Jiang Yao, looking down at her from above.
“Not bad.”
Jiang Yao raised a brow. “Not bad?”
“A little worse than me.” The teenager turned his face away, but the tips of his ears had already turned red.
Jiang Yao laughed softly and reached out to ruffle his hair, only for him to dodge away.
The livestream comments exploded with laughter again.
[HAHAHAHA! Su Muzhe is such a tsundere.]
[He’s obviously super proud but insists on saying “not bad.”]
[His ears are completely red, Boss!]
[This family of three is way too loving.]
[I could watch Mother playing the guqin a hundred times.]
[Father playing the violin is so handsome too. Chairman of Su Group + violin = perfect character setup.]
[Son’s piano playing improved so much after getting carried by Dad and Mom.]