Nan Yu hung her head, keeping silent.
When under someone else's roof, one has to bow one's head.
Anyway, the piano was already here. If she offended this big shot, he might just throw the piano onto the street tomorrow.
Nan Yu pursed her lips and didn't retort as she usually did. "Let the piano stay here with Uncle for a while. I'll find a way to move it out as soon as possible."
Tan Linyuan then asked, "What way can you come up with?"
Nan Yu answered without hesitation, "It's none of your business."
Tan Linyuan's gaze swept over Nan Yu and then silently withdrew. He tugged at his lips and said, "The price of marrying into the Shen family is not even having the right to place a piano."
His cold gaze fixed on Nan Yu. "This is just the beginning of your subordination. It's a piano now. In the future, it will be your marriage, your womb, your children, and everything..."
Tan Linyuan's eyes were cold and still. "What's the difference between this and a walking corpse?"
"Have you said enough, Uncle?" Nan Yu said in a flat tone. "If you have, just shut up. I'm not your follower. You don't need to educate me so painstakingly."
There was a hint of sarcasm in her words, clearly showing her rejection of what Tan Linyuan had said.
Tan Linyuan didn't say anything for a long time.
He glanced at the time and said to Nan Yu, "You can stay in this villa. I'm going to the temple now. I don't have time to accompany you here."
Nan Yu wanted to say that she didn't ask him to accompany her either.
After Tan Linyuan finished speaking, he walked up to her and stuffed a key into her hand. "No one usually comes here, and there are no other residents around. You can come and play the piano anytime. Don't worry about disturbing others."
He gave one last reminder, "Lock the door when you leave."
Nan Yu mocked, "Uncle is so kind. Aren't you afraid that I'll steal all the things in this villa?"
In her opinion, a hypocritical fake Buddhist like Tan Linyuan couldn't be so kind to her for no reason.
There must be some hidden price waiting for her.
Tan Linyuan nodded. "If you want to steal, go ahead. It's up to you."
After saying that, he turned around and left, not caring at all whether she would really steal the things in his villa.
Nan Yu suddenly felt irritated because of his words "It's up to you."
He could say this to Qu Jiaran, and he could say it to her too. Even if it was just his catchphrase, it still sounded really annoying.
There was the sound of a car engine starting outside the villa. Nan Yu saw Tan Linyuan's big G drive away through the French window and was sure that he had really left.
... He really trusted her.
Nan Yu lowered her head and looked at the metal key he had just stuffed into her hand.
There were scratches of different depths on the key, obviously the marks left by years of use.
Nan Yu suddenly found that Tan Linyuan was really a nostalgic person.
The car he usually drove was a model from several years ago. And the villa didn't use an intelligent fingerprint lock like other rich people did. Instead, it still used the simplest key.
Nan Yu then thought that maybe the reason why Tan Linyuan didn't want to break things off with her was that he was used to sleeping with her and was too lazy to get used to a new bed partner.
Moreover...
Moreover, it would be very difficult for him to find a woman like her, whose fatal weakness was in his hands and who could be easily threatened.
Informing the Shen family before was one thing, and now there was an extra piano.
It seemed that she was completely in his control.
But this feeling wasn't as suffocating as the one brought by the Shen family. It was more like... Tan Linyuan was playing a game of house with her?
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got.
At this thought, she suddenly felt that it was completely okay to leave the piano here with him.
It would be stupid not to take advantage, especially Tan Linyuan's.
Nan Yu tuned the piano. After checking that there were no strange noises or hidden problems with each key, she covered the piano with a piano cloth again.
She wasn't in the mood to play, and she probably wouldn't come to play in the near future.
For her, the commemorative value of this piano was far greater than its practical value.
As long as the piano was there, the love of her parents for her would be there.
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Since Nan Yu was the only one in the villa and she had no other plans, she decided to take a stroll around.
It was a two - story villa. The first floor had an ordinary living - dining room, a kitchen, and a whole French window through which she had clearly seen Tan Linyuan drive away.
The decoration style of the first floor was very modern and nothing special.
Nan Yu walked up to the second floor.
The decoration style on the second floor was completely different from that on the first floor. From the floor to the walls, and even the doors and details of each room, it was all in a very ancient style.
The overall color tone was reddish - brown, and every wooden furniture and decoration placed there had a high quality.
This was very consistent with the image of a Buddhist that Tan Linyuan had created for himself.
Each room was also open for ventilation. There was a study, a master bedroom, and a secondary bedroom.
Out of courtesy, Nan Yu didn't go into the bedrooms but walked into the study.
The study was more like half of a meditation room. There were a meditation table, meditation stools, an incense burner, and a futon. The general layout was similar to the meditation room in Changuang Temple.
There were also several Buddha statues enshrined in the room, with corresponding Buddhist names in front of them. Nan Yu didn't recognize any of them and didn't know the meaning behind these Buddha statues.
Since she didn't understand Buddhism, she didn't continue to study. Instead, she saw the paper and pen on the table with the scriptures copied by Tan Linyuan.
Nan Yu noticed that the characters here were a bit different from the ones he had copied in the temple.
The scriptures in Changuang Temple looked very regular and steady, making people feel calm. But the strokes of each character here were extremely unrestrained and sharp, with a kind of fierce killing intent as if they were about to break free from the shackles.
There was a saying that a person's handwriting reflects his personality.
But which one was the real Tan Linyuan?
Nan Yu was thinking when she suddenly heard the sound of a door lock being closed downstairs. She quickly came down from the second floor.
Tan Linyuan was standing downstairs, looking up at her.
She walked down the stairs step by step. Although Tan Linyuan had to look up at her, his aura seemed more like looking down on her. "Who allowed you to wander around the rooms?"
Nan Yu said, "Uncle has allowed me to steal things at will. Why can't I wander around a bit?" She didn't give Tan Linyuan any chance to find fault. "Moreover, Uncle didn't say that I could only stay beside the piano."
She had become very good at arguing with Tan Linyuan and could handle it with ease.
Since she couldn't win against him in other aspects, at least she could have some fun with her words.
There was no other expression on Tan Linyuan's face. He still looked as cold and aloof as ever.
A faint smile appeared on his lips for a moment and then disappeared. "When we were in bed before, how come I didn't know that Miss Nan was so eloquent?"