Transmigrating as the Younger Sister of a Bigshot with Multiple Identities-Chapter 8

What’s Going On?

Gu Yang observed Gu Jin and realized that the big shot wasn’t affected by this lame joke.

Gu Jin’s gaze landed on the skincare set in Gu Yang’s hand, and her gaze changed. She reached out and said, “Give me those skincare products.”

Gu Yang was dumbfounded. Did the big shot still need things like skincare products?

Seeing Gu Yang’s hesitation, she narrowed her beautiful eyes and sneered. “Why? You can’t even bear to give me a skincare set, but you’re willing to give me the identity of the Gu family’s daughter?”

Gu Yang stared at Gu Jin and suddenly asked, “Big Sister, you can tell that there’s something wrong with this skincare set, right?”

Gu Jin’s slender fingers that were caressing the black and white keys paused for a moment, but her pitch-black eyes remained calm.

Although the big shot had almost no expression, as a top international psychologist before transmigrating, she had a powerful sixth sense. Her intuition could be said to be accurate.

And her intuition told her that she was right.

Then again, the big shot didn’t even care about being the daughter of the Gu family. How could she care about this set of skincare products?

However… she knew that there was something wrong with this skincare product because she remembered the plot of the novel. Could the big shot tell that there was something wrong with the products just by looking at the packaging?

Gu Jin stood up and walked to the window. She got up and sat by the window, looking at the scenery of the villa and garden outside. “Don’t you want to practice the piano?”

Gu Yang looked at Gu Jin inquisitively and obediently sat in front of the piano. “Oh.”

She remembered that in the novel, the big shot didn’t ask the original owner of the body for the skincare products that Ruan Yan had given her.

She had done things to remedy the situation. Did this mean it was working?

Gu Yang’s lips curled up.

The sun was shining brightly in midsummer, and the branches outside the window covered the sky. The bright piano music flowed briskly, and even the cicadas in the leaves were quiet.

The sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves and landed on her face, leaving scattered light spots.

Gu Jin’s eyelashes fluttered and the sunlight was blinding. She raised her hand to cover her eyes and was surprised to find that she had fallen asleep with Gu Yang’s piano and cicadas in the background.

It seemed like she had not fallen asleep so peacefully for a long time.

Gu Yang casually finished playing a song before stopping.

Her piano skills were not as good as the original owner of the body. She was only an amateur. However, perhaps because she often played the piano for psychological therapy, the piano she played casually was gentle and healing.

At this moment, Feng Jue, who was leaning against the window downstairs, slowly opened his eyes. His bright and clear eyes seemed to be struck by the midsummer sun. It was as if a beam of light had shone into a bottomless icy cold abyss.

Gu Yang looked at Gu Jin. Although she was showing off in front of a real big shot, she still wanted to know her evaluation, so she asked, “Big Sister, how was my performance?”

Gu Jin glanced at her and jumped down from the window. She walked out of the piano room and said in a lazy and sleepy tone, “It’s alright. Practice more.”

Gu Yang, “…” She was asking to be humiliated.

That night, some people in the villa had a rare good sleep. In their sleep, the cicadas chirped softly, and the summer wind was cool.

The next day, Gu Yang was woken up by the continuous vibration of her phone. As she opened the screen with sleepy eyes, she realized that it wasn’t an alarm clock, but a bombardment of messages from WeChat and other apps.

There were even more than a dozen missed calls.

At this moment, there was a call. Before Gu Yang could see who it was, she tapped on it. The young man’s slightly cold questioning voice came from the other end. “Gu Yang, what’s going on with the trending topic?”

Although his voice was pleasant, his tone agitated Gu Yang’s morning temper.

She hung up the phone and noticed that the caller was Xue Duo.

On the other end of the phone, Xue Duo looked at his phone screen in shock. Did Gu Yang actually hang up on him?