Ji Changmu had heard about this earlier.

He did not expect that Qiao Muyuan would attend the opening event as one of the student representatives of Cambridge University. He thought that she would not have time to participate. It seemed that he underestimated her ability.

"Who recommended you go?"

"The president of our music club." Qiao Muyuan told him intermittently about what happened some time ago.

Hearing Ji Changmu's deep, deep and calm voice, her mood became much more peaceful, but her heart still hurt badly.

She was holding her violin and still crying.

"Ayuan, is this event important to you? If you don't participate, will you be sad, disappointed or regretful?"

"That's not true. I have participated in many opening ceremonies. I only agreed to go to this event because the president liked me."

Ji Changmu also guessed that Qiao Muyuan actually didn't care much about such activities. She had already obtained the supreme glory in the eyes of others, and she could come and go freely in the palace that others could not enter in their lifetime.

So what if it was an event held by the royal family? His little princess always had a normal attitude and tried her best to perform well every time. Whether it was in the royal palace or in the fields, music had no boundaries between poverty and wealth in her eyes.

As long as she wants, she can show her talents to anyone.

Music has a soul in her heart and is a pure and flawless existence. She protects it carefully, so the music she plays is always so beautiful and she pours all her emotions into it.

If he doesn't understand her, he's not worthy of being her husband.

"Then listen to me and find a reason to cancel the event that your president will be convinced and will not doubt. Don't mention a word about the violin. Only we know about it."

Through the video, Qiao Muyuan saw Ji Changmu's firm eyes and his always gentle look when he looked at her.

Qiao Muyuan was confused.

But she trusted Ji Changmu and nodded.

However, she couldn't figure out who was deliberately hurting her, so how could Ji Changmu, who was far away in China, guess it?

"Well, be obedient. Go wash your face and go home. Feifei and the others are still waiting for you at home. Your uncle Tao Wenxing has also prepared a table of dinner."

"Well..." The little girl was comforted by him and nodded obediently.

Ji Changmu sighed in his heart, after all, she was still a girl in her early twenties, she could cry, laugh, make trouble, and have the emotions of a twenty-year-old.

But he is different, he is much older than her, and he cannot follow her into pointless condemnation or getting angry, which will only arouse more emotions in her and fail to solve anything.

"Be good, brother Ji will bring you sweets next time he goes to England."

Qiao Muyuan finally broke through tears and smiled: "You treat me like a child again."

Ji Changmu also smiled and stared at the dimples on the corners of her lips. His little princess still looked better when she smiled: "No matter what happens in the future, you must call me as soon as possible, okay?"

"Well..." Qiao Muyuan still nodded obediently.

"Put the violin away and I will find a way to help you get back to your original state."

"This is difficult... This piano is made of old fish-scale spruce. It is polished and the materials are carefully selected. It was made by craftsmen a hundred years ago. There is no such old wood anymore, and there are no such old craftsmen anymore.
Chapter completed!