In the house of the Smith clan of Aurora City.

Ivy Hill just went in and saw Mrs Smith. She was sitting on the sofa directing workers to decorate things. Ivy's mother, Sarah, was helping Mrs Smith pour a cup of tea with her back bent.

"Hello, Ivy! You are back!"

Mrs Smith saw her first and said hello to her initiatively.

Ivy quickly lowered her head, "Hello, madam."

"Ivy is so beautiful! I heard that she was promoted to the chief cellist by the orchestra? You are so lucky to have an excellent daughter like Ivy, Sarah!" Mrs Smith said with a smile.

It seemed that she was in a good mood today.

Sarah raised her eyes and looked at Ivy. She replied softly, "You flattered me, madam. It's you who is the lucky one. Your son is so much better than Ivy."

Mrs Smith got happier after hearing Sarah praise her son, Brian Smith. "Brian is excellent. But his marriage gives me a headache. I truly want Ivy to be my daughter-in-law if she is of suitable age."

Everyone here knew it was a little exaggerated.

Sarah even turned pale. She couldn't say a word because of her simple character. Fortunately, Ivy's reaction was quick enough, she hurriedly said, "Please don't make fun of me, madam. I don't deserve your son at all."

Obviously, What Mrs Smith said was a joke. Mrs Smith turned her eyes elsewhere after a smile. "That flower should be cut shorter. Well, put it here." She said to workers.

Mrs Smith no longer paid attention to Ivy, and Ivy didn't stay here any longer. She just silently carried her instrument box to the room.

Her room and Sarah's room were on the first floor of this house.

Because Ivy had been living here for many years and Mrs Smith may truly have some "pity" for Ivy. So Ivy had a room, but the illumination there was very poor, and she couldn't see much sunshine in the usual.

After putting the instrument away, Ivy lay on the bed.

She hadn't slept well for several days because of the performance with the orchestra. So she quickly slept in this small space of her own.

In the hazy moment, she seemed to hear the lively voice outside, it should be the young master, Brian, who had returned.

Then the cell phone next to her pillow began to vibrate.

Ivy didn't look at the caller ID, half narrowed her eyes and answered the phone, "Hello?"

Her voice was hoarse and soft. After a slight pause, the man on the phone smiled and said, "Come here."

Ivy woke up suddenly. After taking a look at the caller ID and confirming that it was right, she said yes and got up to put on her coat.

The night was deep.

The whole house was quiet. Ivy went to Sarah first. After making sure Sarah was asleep, she crept up the stairs.

That man's room was on the third floor.

The vision was excellent so it should be well-lit.

It was just her guess, because she never came here during the day.

Her steps were already very light, but he was waiting at the stairs, so as soon as Ivy stepped on the ground, her whole body was dragged by him.

His warm body pressed in front of her, behind her was the cold wall.

Ivy wanted to say something, but the moment she opened her mouth, the man's kiss had covered her lips, one hand was clinging to her waist, and the other hand had taken off her coat.

Ivy was afraid of the cold. When her clothes fell to the ground, she couldn't help sticking closer to that man's body. That man was very satisfied with this. After a slight smile, he picked her up and walked directly to his room.

In the moonlight, the man's handsome face was above Ivy. The shape of Ivy was clearly reflected in his deep eyes. Although his body's temperature was very high and they stuck very close. She couldn't see any desire in his eyes.

There was only peace, even indifference in his eyes.

Ivy's hand gently touched his cheek and said, "Brian."

The man smiled with satisfaction, bowed his head and kissed her.

Before dawn, Ivy pulled away the hand of the man who was pressing on her, picked up the clothes on the ground, put them on one by one, and gently went downstairs.

They did too passionately last night, so she overslept. She heard the rustle outside when she closed the door. It was the servants who got up to work.

Including her mother.

Ivy lay back in bed and turned on her mobile phone to read the text messages. The latest message was the information recorded by the bank - her performance fee this time.

After staring at the numbers above for a long time, Ivy finally accepted the fact that she was still far from the expected goal. She then silently turned off the screen of her mobile phone and closed her eyes.

Later, she got asleep again, and it was already nine o'clock when she woke up.

She immediately got up from bed and went to the maid's bathroom in the deepest corridor. After washing, she put on her coat and went out.

It was a fine day today. Mrs Smith was drinking a cup of tea in the garden. Sarah bent down and stood beside her. She echoed as soon as Mrs Smith needed someone to talk to.

Ivy glanced at them and then took back her eyes immediately. After she had just taken a few steps outside, the voice of the housekeeper, uncle Tom, came "Madam, Miss Brown is here."

Hearing this, Mrs Smith immediately put down the teacup in her hand excitedly, "Invite her in immediately."

Uncle Tom answered and quickly led her in.

From a distance, Ivy could see her highly customized little dress, exquisite face and makeup.

"Here you come! My dear Flora!"

Mrs Smith, with a warm smile on her face, stepped forward as she spoke. She took the woman's hand in hers, and said, "Just in time! I've just boiled a pot of tea. Do you wanna have some?"

"Thank you so much, aunt Smith."

Her voice was reserved and gentle, and the smile on Mrs Smith's face deepened a bit.

Ivy didn't look at them any longer. When they were talking, she picked up the instrument box and walked out with her head down.

"Is there a guest?"

When Ivy reached the gate, the man on the third floor also came down with a low voice.

"It's Miss Brown, master." Uncle Tom replied.

"I see."

The man's voice was calm. Ivy didn't look at them and didn't stop, and then she walked out.

　　……

Ivy arrived at the training class just in time.

The performance tasks of the orchestra were heavy. Generally, members were not allowed to take private jobs, but Ivy needed money, and one-on-one teaching didn't cost her much energy, so the head agreed.

"Ivy!"

The little girl waved to Ivy excitedly after she saw her.

She was a student of Ivy. She was eight years old this year. Em... Her family name was Brown as well, her name was Kate Brown.

Ivy sat down opposite her. "Let's start with the song I asked you to practice last week."

Four hours passed quickly.

"Well, you pulled this note wrong just now, and here, you entered too early..."

When Ivy was seriously helping her with counseling, Kate turned her eyes and suddenly stood up excitedly, "Aunt Flora!"

Ivy's voice suddenly stopped. When she looked up, her eyes met those of the man and woman at the door.

Small dress, black suit.

It was a perfect match.

Ivy stood up, put her hand on Kate's instrument, and dropped her head.

"Why the one picked me up today is you, aunt Flora?"

Kate hugged the waist of the woman in front of her.

Flora rubbed her hair. "I was shopping with someone nearby. I figured you'd be out of class by now, so I came to pick you up. You aren't happy?"

"I'm happy of course!" Kate said. And she wanted to say something else but her eyes looked at the man beside Flora, "Who is this?"

"Well, let me introduce my friend, Brian, maybe you should call him... uncle?"

"I see! I shouldn't call him uncle, I should call him uncle-in-law!"

Kate's words made Flora's face red. The man smiled gently at Kate, "You could Just call me uncle Brian."

"Ok, you are so handsome, uncle Brian! I want to eat ice cream. Can you treat me to ice cream?"

The man smiled, "My pleasure."

Flora looked at them with a red shy face and then turned her eyes to Ivy, "Excuse me? can Kate leave now?"

Hearing the voice, Ivy raised her eyes and her eyes flashed over the man on her side and smiled at Flora, "Yes."

While talking, she had helped Kate put away her instrument. When she was about to hand it to Kate, the man took that over from Ivy's hand.

His fingertips gently crossed Ivy's fingers. She pursed her lips, then took back her hand and said goodbye to Kate.

They three left soon.

The picture was very much like a family of three, incomparably harmonious.

Ivy stood in place for a while before returning to the piano room to pack up.

At night.

Ivy practiced for two more hours in the rehearsal room today. When she returned to the house, it was already ten o'clock in the evening. The whole house was quiet.

Ivy lightened her steps. When she was passing through the living room, a voice suddenly came, "Why are you back so late?"

She was startled. Her hands unconsciously grasped the strap of the instrument box and turned around.

The man was standing at the top of the stairs, squinting at her.

The induction lamp on the stairs lighted and the light reflected the tall figure of the man, and there was no expression on his handsome face.

"Because of the rehearsal."

Ivy answered softly.

"Well." He said, and walked up to her.

Ivy subconsciously wanted to step back, but his hand had stretched out and hugged her waist.

The next moment, his kiss had fallen on her cheek and his breath was burning.

Ivy was startled and subconsciously wanted to push him away, "Please don't do this here...."

"No." He said.

While talking, he had dropped her instrument box on the ground.

"Boom!", the sound of her box falling was particularly clear in the silent night.

Ivy's heart was about to jump out, and her eyes were wider. However, the man ignored and pressed his body against her and clamped her struggling hands.

"Master..."

She kept her voice low and half crying.

"Call me by my name." His breath was in her ear, his hand peeled off her clothes one by one, and he asked with a little impatient tut, "Why did you wear so many clothes?"

"Brian, let's go upstairs..." Ivy was really about to cry.

It was so close to the servants' restroom. And there were patrolling security guards outside. As long as one person saw them...

What Mrs Smith said yesterday was just a joke. If Mrs Smith knew that she had something to do with Brian, she would truly kill her!

Brian didn't take care of her words. When he found that Ivy still wanted to speak again, he bowed his head and kissed her lips, blocking her words back.

After her body softened, everything would go much easier.

After that, Ivy heard his deep voice, "Why did you go teaching in the training class?? Lack of money?"

Ivy pursed her lips and said in a low voice, "Yes..."

"What do you want money for?" He squinted at her. "Why didn't you tell me you was lack of money?"

Ivy stopped talking.

After looking down at her for a while, Brian smiled, "You want to study abroad, didn't you?"

Ivy immediately opened her eyes. At the moment of matching Brian's eyes, her mind and body suddenly cooled down.