Chapter 1240

It wasn't that Jueqing played badly—only that her pipa music always carried a faint melancholy and a self-admiring air, which simply didn't suit the bustling, lively atmosphere of the wine house.

The trouble was Lin Cheng couldn't easily raise the matter, because Jueqing and Sister Zhang had a cooperative arrangement. Back when Sister Zhang had taken Jueqing in without charging her a single coin, Jueqing had stayed on at the wine house playing her pipa day after day, and never concerned herself with anything else—no matter whether the place was quiet or packed, she never wavered.

This… how could Lin Cheng possibly bring it up? Even if he did, given Jueqing's cold, icy temperament, she probably wouldn't listen........

Passing by the central performance platform, Lin Cheng took the opportunity to suggest to pipa-playing Jueqing, "Jueqing, I say, you play those same mournful tunes all day—couldn't you switch to something more festive? Something with a bit more punch?"

Jueqing cast him a puzzled glance, but said nothing.

"Or is it that you only know those few pieces? Want me to teach you?"

Jueqing grew even more puzzled, and a little annoyed—teach her to play the qin?

Lin Cheng swore his original intention had been simply to get Jueqing to change her tune, but his somewhat cavalier attitude made Jueqing mistake it for a provocation. The fury in her eyes flared up all at once.

Lin Cheng, however, hadn't noticed this yet.

"I'm saying, can you switch to a different tune? Something more festive, something with a bit more punch would be fine! If—"

"No!!!"

Before Lin Cheng could finish, Jueqing cut him off with an icy voice!

The cold tone and cold expression were as if a wave of chill had struck Lin Cheng head-on.

That was also the first time Lin Cheng had ever heard Jueqing speak.

"If you can't, then forget it." He turned and left, a little disappointed.

Lin Cheng was a man who possessed Cursed Flame—fire burned within him day after day—yet the two words Jueqing spoke had actually made him feel a long-lost chill. This Jueqing's identity and background were no simple matter.

Still, she probably had no ulterior motive; otherwise she would have left Flying Fox Wine House long ago, and perhaps Sister Zhang and her daughter would already have met with misfortune.

Lin Cheng's parting provocation left Jueqing's bosom heaving up and down as she played the pipa, thoroughly angered—a Forgemaster, daring to presume to teach her, a qin prodigy who had studied music since childhood. Very well!.