I am Really a Superstar

In the master bedroom.

The red pillows.

The red blanket.

The red mattress.

Zhang Ye had already gotten under the sheets and was lying in bed with a million thoughts racing through his mind. It wasn\'t easy getting here. How many competitors did he have to fend off before he painstakingly managed to get Wu Zeqing to marry him? Calm down, relax, you cannot be so impatient at this point in time. You\'ve already waited all this time having known each other for so long and been in a relationship for almost two years now. It\'s only a few more minutes, so it isn\'t too much to ask to wait this bit longer, right?

Was it difficult?

Think about the Red Army\'s long march 1 !

Was it tiring?

Think about the revolutionary predecessors!

"Old Wu."

"What is it?"

"Are you done yet?"

"Soon."

A few minutes later.

"Old Wu."

"Eh?"

"Have you finished showering?"

"Almost."

Another few minutes later.

"Old Wu."

"I heard you."

"Can you hurry?"

"Hur hur, alright."

As she was trying to shower, all Zhang Ye did was nag.

Zhang Ye sat up from the bed, not feeling too good. Then he lay down again, but it did not feel right either. He turned over once more, but was still feeling restless. So he put on his slippers and got out of bed to pace around with his hands behind his back. Zhang Ye happened to come to the piano that was in the bedroom and looked down at it before sitting down at it.

Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath.

When Zhang Ye opened his eyes, his hand hovered over the piano keys.

As the light and joyful sound of the piano rippled through the air like flowing water, an image of a woman danced to life from the tune of the melody.

She was gentle and beautiful.

This was Beethoven\'s Für Elise 2 .

Its original name was Bagatelle No. 25 in A minor.

As Zhang Ye played, he calmed down.

…

In the district.

In a house.

"Hubby, listen to that."

"Who\'s playing the piano?"

"It sounds really nice."

"Yeah, what song is it?"

"I don\'t know."

…

In another house.

"Dad, did you put the music on?"

"No?"

"Then is that coming from outside? Someone is playing the piano?"

"Is it coming from that direction again? Someone also played the piano in that direction before."

"Yes, I remember it too. It was a pop music piece the last time, but it\'s different now!"

"It\'s really quite nice."

"Yeah, I think it\'s really good too."

…

In another house.

"Who is it? Why are they playing the piano at this time of the night!"

"Shhh!"

"What!"

"Stop talking, I\'m listening to it!"

"Is it that good?"

"Shut up if you don\'t know anything!"

…

In another house.

This was the home of a piano teacher.

In the bedroom, a middle-aged couple was already asleep. Then the middle-aged man was rudely awakened. He pricked up his ears and quickly sat up in bed.

His wife was also awakened. "What\'s the matter?"

The husband said in shock, "Wh-Who is that?"

The wife also heard the sound of the piano. She said in slight surprise, "Is that a rondo 3 ?"

The two of them grew even more surprised and shocked as they listened!

The wife gasped and said, "Which master is this?"

"Have you heard this melody before?"

"No, it\'s definitely not a published piece!"

The husband said aghast, "In all of China, the number of pianists who can play at such a level can be counted on one hand. In the world, there are no pianists who can write such a piece of music and are still alive. Who could it be? When did someone of such caliber move into our neighborhood?"

The musical piece was reaching its conclusion. Just as the melody was building up to its climax, it was suddenly followed by a descending chromatic scale over two octaves. At the same time, it tapered off until it reached a dynamics level where it blended back into the original theme. The final part of the piece ended with the omission of the arpeggiated series.

The couple was mesmerized by what they heard.

…

At Old Wu\'s residence.

In the bedroom.

The final note of the piece echoed.

Zhang Ye pulled his hands back, finally feeling satisfied.

Clapping suddenly rang out from behind.

When Zhang Ye turned around to look, he smiled and said, "You\'ve finished showering?"

Wu Zeqing was clapping slowly as she said, "That was really such a great piece of music. What\'s it called?"

Zhang Ye casually answered, "Für Elise."

Wu Zeqing looked at him and asked, "Who is Elise?"

Hearing that, Zhang Ye was taken aback.

Who is Elise?

How the hell would I know who Elise is!

Zhang Ye was afraid that Old Wu would misunderstand that he knew a woman named Elise, so he anxiously explained, "Hai, I was just giving it a name. If you\'re fine with it, I can call it Für Zeqing, or Für Wang Erhong, or even Für Widow Sun." If Beethoven were living in this world, the first person that he would want dead would probably be Zhang Ye.

Wu Zeqing laughed and said, "What kind of names are those."

Zhang Ye stood up. "So are we going to bed now?"

Old Wu said reluctantly, "I still haven\'t heard enough."

"Aiya, let\'s talk about that tomorrow." Zhang Ye couldn\'t hold himself back anymore and said, "If you really want to hear it, I\'ll hold a recital for you tomorrow. I\'ll play for you alone for three days and three nights. It\'s getting really late now, so we shouldn\'t bother the neighbors in the district. Let\'s hurry to bed."

Old Wu nodded.

Zhang Ye got into bed first and burrowed under the sheets. He even flipped open the other end of the blanket and said, "Hurry, hurry."

Wu Zeqing smiled and nodded, walking over slowly. She elegantly took off her slippers and lifted up her leg that was under her bathrobe and slid it under the blanket. She had just finished taking a hot shower, and it felt like her leg was still emitting some of that warmth.

It was fair and smooth!

It smelled sweet and tender!

And there was even quite a bit of suppleness to it!

Her leg was too beautiful!

Beneath the sheets, it was suddenly filled with the fragrance of a woman.

Zhang Ye nudged himself over and started caressing.

Old Wu did not move away as she stayed there meekly.

Seeing this, Zhang Ye became even bolder. That satisfaction he felt in his heart did not even need to be mentioned. If it wasn\'t because of the atmosphere, he would have burst into song. " That is a magical heavenly road, heyyyyy! 4 "

Ba da.

The lights were flipped off.

Creak.

Creak.

The bed started rocking.

It felt like spring had arrived within the sheets.

Five minutes later.

The creaking stopped.

"Old Wu."

"Eh?"

"Why don\'t you put on the Chinese Kwa?"

"Why?"

"I thought you looked really pretty when you were wearing it today. It was really nice."

"Hur hur, alright."

"I\'ll go and get it for you."

Ba da. The lights were flipped back on.

Zhang Ye brought the clothes over and Old Wu changed into it.

The lights were dimmed.

Creak.

Creak.

Creak.

Five minutes later.

It went quiet again under the sheets.

"Darling."

"Hm?"

"Why don\'t you put on the bridal gown this time for me to see?"

"You want me to wear it again?"

"I haven\'t had enough of seeing you in it yet. I only got a few looks today."

"OK."

"Where is it? I\'ll get it."

"It\'s in the suitcase that we brought back."

"Alright."

Zhang Ye ran over to get it.

Wu Zeqing changed into the bridal gown.

The bridal gown was tighter and harder to get into. Zhang Ye eagerly helped Old Wu with it and tinkered around for a long time before she finally got it on. In the end, he even made a request to her.

"Put on the high heels too."

"The high heels too?"

"It\'s nicer if you wear them."

"OK."

"Don\'t dim the lights any further, or I won\'t be able to see."

"Mmm."

"Can you lay down over there?"

"How do you want me to lie down?"

"No, not that way. This way."

"This way?"

"That\'s right, that\'s right!"

"Hur hur, done."

"OK!"

On this night.

Old Wu went through quite a few costume changes.

On this night.

Zhang Ye drew first blood and arrived at the peak of his life!