The Long-awaited Mr Han

“Don’t worry, don’t worry,” Old Mrs. Han said, “We aren’t even planning on winning an award or anything. It’s pretty good to play for us because we like it and entertain ourselves for fun now and then. Once you have practiced more, if you would like to, you could even start a class and teach children.”

Lu Man felt that Old Mrs. Han’s suggestion was pretty good. Anyway, Xia Qingwei usually had nothing to do at home too. Other than buying groceries and cooking, she was just waiting for Lu Man to come home. It was honestly too lonely for her.

If there was something she liked to do, it would also make her life more fulfilling and joyful.

It wasn’t that she wanted Xia Qingwei to earn money. While they may not be swimming in bags of gold right now, they weren’t as poor and financially unstable as before.

With only Lu Man and Xia Qingwei living together, they were really rather comfortably financially.

At least now Lu Man could afford to go to good shops to buy clothes for herself and not feel like she was digging a deep hole in her wallet.

In the past, this was a luxury that she could barely even dream of.

Therefore, Xia Qingwei didn’t need to charge people for her lessons. As long as Xia Qingwei liked it and was willing to, and there were children who wanted to learn to play the violin, Xia Qingwei could just give them a couple of pointers too.

Old Mrs. Han and Shen Nuo didn’t want to disturb them for too long and thus left too.

After they left, Xia Qingwei was grinning from ear to ear. “Auntie Zhou and Sister Shen are both really nice. You three are really fated to meet each other, you even meet them coincidentally when you were shooting at South Yunnan.”

Lu Man smiled and said, “Actually, it wasn’t coincidental.”

“Ah?” Xia Qingwei was puzzled.

“That old madam is actually Zhuoli’s grandmother, and Auntie is his mother.” Lu Man then explained to Xia Qingwei how she had met the two of them.

At that moment, Xia Qingwei became a little worried. “Was I impolite in any way just now?”

“No, you were great.” Lu Man moved over and hugged Xia Qingwei. “I didn’t tell you about it earlier because I was afraid that you would be nervous. You could speak with them more naturally if you didn’t know about their identities and that way they could see our most authentic and honest sides. It was pretty good.”

After hearing Lu Man’s words, Xia Qingwei let out a sigh of relief. “I was afraid that I would leave a bad impression on them and implicate you as well.”

“Mom, don’t underestimate yourself, give yourself more credit. You are amazing, why wouldn’t they like you?” Lu Man said as she smiled.

Xia Qingwei smiled back and said, “From the way Old Mrs. Han is behaving, it seems like she doesn’t know that you know it already?”

Her words sounded like a tongue-twister.

“Yes, the Old Madam hid her identity and met me. Since she’s having a lot of fun playing the part, I am playing along too. But I think from Auntie’s behavior, she could probably already tell that I know.”

“Hehe,” Xia Qingwei laughed. “Old Mrs. Han is pretty interesting.”

As expected, Lu Man naturally informed Han Zhuoli about Old Mrs. Han and Shen Nuo coming to their place for lunch.

However, the two of them were in different time zones. It was the day where Han Zhuoli was and he was busy working and since Lu Man couldn’t find a good time either, she sent him a WeChat text about this.

So that once Han Zhuoli sees it, he could reply.

The afternoon two days before the premiere of the movie, Lu Man received a text message from Han Zhuoli. “Is the movie going to be released the day after tomorrow?”

Since Lu Man was currently working and couldn’t video-call Han Zhuoli, she texted him back. “Yes. It’s a pity that you’re not back yet.”

“You want me to watch it?” Reading the message, Han Zhuoli smiled, excluding warmth and gentleness.

“Of course. This is my first film, after all, and this is me acting for the first time too. I really hope you could be there. But it’s alright, I’ve asked He Mengmeng to help video record that day, you can watch it when you’re back.” Lu Man replied.

Han Zhuoli texted “sure”. Just as he was about the type something too, a gentle female voice called, “Brother Han, what are you looking at?”