Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 469 - 276: Rosa Sullivan: Julian Linfield’s Bamboo Flute Is Fake [Part 2]

"Do you think the little savings we have for a bridal gift will be appealing to our future daughter-in-law?"

Pedro Langley + Marsh Langley: "..."

After a long pause, Marsh Langley glanced at Pedro Langley and said, "Your son has money."

Flora Loughton scrutinized Pedro Langley, asking rather distrustfully, "Have you prepared your bridal gift?"

"Still earning it."

Pedro Langley didn’t make any overly confident statements.

You can never have too much saved for a wife.

His family treasure deserves only the best.

Flora Loughton advised, "Make an effort, or you’ll be unworthy of her."

Pedro Langley: "..."

Trying out the bamboo flute given to the future daughter-in-law, Flora Loughton tested its tone and played a song. The satisfaction and excitement on her face were practically tangible.

Who would have thought that a long-time wish would be fulfilled by a future daughter-in-law?

Marsh Langley’s impression of this future daughter-in-law rose sharply. Though he rarely expressed his opinions explicitly, he surprisingly suggested to Pedro Langley, "Why not bring her home tomorrow for your mom’s birthday?"

Pedro Langley replied, "She’s busy tomorrow."

Judging by Nora Scott’s current attitude, she’s likely not ready to meet the parents so soon.

After all, they had just gotten back together and needed time to adjust in all aspects. Meeting the parents should be the final step and there’s no rush.

Moreover, Nora had just messaged him, saying she planned to take Marcus Shaw to a movie, and since Benjamin Durant and Humphrey Jennings were coming to Fenton City, she’d take the opportunity to introduce Marcus to them.

Arranging a meetup with Nora requires timing, not just relationships. Given her planned schedule, there’s clearly no chance this time.

"Really?"

Flora Loughton felt a bit regretful.

At this moment, Marsh Langley suddenly asked, "You intended to conceal your identity to build a good relationship with the future daughter-in-law, right? Are you ready?"

Since Aaron Scott’s birthday banquet, Flora Loughton had been planning on "how to get close to Nora Scott," aiming to build a good relationship with her and boost Pedro Langley’s likability.

After Nora went to Anchel, Flora’s plan was put on hold and remained unexecuted.

Originally, she intended to wait until Nora returned to talk about it, but unexpectedly, the "Nora’s livestream" incident stirred things up, and Flora realized Nora was not only the Hall Master of Biel Hall but also a master comic artist.

— A lot of students in her school were Nora’s fans. During those days, the school felt like a festival, everyone chatting about "Nora" and "Zero."

Flora Loughton found out Zero had a boyfriend and immediately called Pedro Langley to question him. Upon learning that the boyfriend was her own son, she was overjoyed, and after watching Nora’s livestream, she found Nora’s personality to her liking, practically becoming half a fan herself.

So now, she isn’t approaching Nora as "increasing Pedro Langley’s likability," but rather as "increasing her own likability."

"I’ve got a plan," Flora Loughton said with a smile, "I was busy with performances recently, but after this birthday, I’ll have time."

"Do your best."

Pedro Langley gave Flora Loughton an encouraging look.

"Absolutely."

Flora Loughton caressed the bamboo flute in her hands, unable to put it down.

Marsh Langley: "..." You two, mother and son, do as you wish.

*

University of Media.

Royal Conservatory, dormitory building.

Parking the car outside the dormitory, the driver got out and considerately opened the rear door.

"Thank you."

Rosa Sullivan thanked elegantly.

The driver bowed slightly, "Miss Sullivan, take care."

Courteous and polite.

This scene caught the eyes of many students passing by, and upon recognizing Rosa Sullivan, they began whispering among themselves.

Rosa Sullivan, the freshman celebrated for her song at the school anniversary, known by a third of the students, especially her same-year peers. Beautiful, graceful, multi-talented, and top of her class in all subjects, she was admired as a goddess by many, with suitors lining up endlessly.

Politely saying goodbye to the driver, Rosa Sullivan walked toward the academic building.

Unperturbed by the following gazes and discussions, Rosa Sullivan remained completely unfazed.

Returning to the dormitory, she pushed the door open.

"Rosa, you’re back!"

The only roommate in the dorm greeted her with a smile.

"Yeah."

Rosa Sullivan closed the door.

"I just saw the car from the balcony. Was it Professor Loughton dropping you off?"

"No, it was her family driver."

"Oh my God, Professor Loughton has a driver?" My roommate’s eyes sparkled with curiosity as she eagerly inquired, "Did you have a meal at her place? I’ve heard Professor Loughton’s family is wealthy, is it true?"

"...Yeah."

Faced with my roommate’s incessant questioning, Rosa Sullivan was rather displeased, but couldn’t lose her temper, so she responded patiently.

Flora Loughton is usually very low-key at school.

Students and teachers only judge Flora Loughton’s family background as decent by looking at her jewelry and outfits. Few people know that her husband is the chairman of Langley Group, and her son is Pedro Langley, the business legend who owns Cool Ridge Media and Fernwood Entertainment.

"Really? I always felt Professor Loughton was extraordinary; the way she talks and acts is so calm and composed, unlike some professors who chase fame and fortune..."

My roommate didn’t talk further about people behind their backs and knew when to stop.

Then, she took out her phone, and excitedly said to Rosa Sullivan, "Did you see Professor Loughton’s social media circle? She just posted a photo of a bamboo flute, saying it was personally made by Master Julian Linfield! A young friend gave it to her. Isn’t Julian Linfield your teacher? We were just discussing in the group if it’s you—"

"It’s not."

Rosa Sullivan slightly frowned.

No one even knows which remote mountain Julian Linfield is secluded in now, how could he send someone a bamboo flute?

Curiosity grew within Rosa Sullivan, and she looked at her roommate, saying, "Let me have a look."

"Okay."

Her roommate didn’t suspect anything and handed the phone over.

Once the screen lit up, Rosa Sullivan tapped on the photo and carefully examined the bamboo flute depicted in the image.

The roommate chatted away beside her, "I heard bamboo flutes handcrafted by Master Julian Linfield are extremely rare to find. Professor Loughton previously sought out Master Linfield, but he didn’t agree. Now she finally got her wish. But you, being his direct disciple, must have seen many, right?"

"...Yeah."

Rosa Sullivan responded lightly, nodding slightly.

"I knew—"

Before her roommate could finish her sentence, Rosa Sullivan handed the phone back to her.

Then her roommate changed her tone, "So, is this bamboo flute from Master Julian Linfield?"

For some reason, Rosa Sullivan’s thoughts stirred, and she replied nonchalantly, "Looks unlike his work."

"Huh?"

"My teacher has sent out no more than ten bamboo flutes," Rosa Sullivan said, "Each one is renowned in the industry."

"..."

The roommate vaguely sensed an implication of "Flora Loughton doesn’t deserve," but dared not voice her thought.

After hesitating for a moment, she whispered, "Do you mean it’s fake?"

"I didn’t say that." Rosa Sullivan opened her wardrobe, paused briefly, glanced at her roommate again, and added meaningfully, "You just mentioned Professor Loughton said it was given by a ’young friend’?"

"Yes! That’s exactly what she wrote on her social media circle."

"Then that might be a problem." Rosa Sullivan pursed her lips, a hint of arrogance in her expression, "None of the people my teacher gifts are under forty years old."

"..."

The roommate blinked blankly, bewildered.

So—that means—

Was Professor Loughton fooled by the "young friend"?

She hesitated and wanted to ask Rosa Sullivan a few more questions, but just then, Rosa Sullivan’s phone rang, and the roommate wisely kept quiet.

Rosa Sullivan picked up the phone, saw the unfamiliar number, and frowned slightly.

Because she was fairly well-known on campus, she often received unfamiliar calls. Over time, Rosa Sullivan mostly stopped answering them.

However, this time, she felt a premonition and chose not to reject the call but walked to the balcony and answered.

She softly spoke, "Hello, hi."

"Hello, is this Rosa Sullivan from the Royal Conservatory?"

A calm, mature male voice came through the phone.

"I am," Rosa Sullivan was slightly taken aback, then asked, "Who’s speaking?"

"Hello, Miss Sullivan, I am Elijah, a producer of the drama script ’Reversing Life’ from ’Twelve.’ We think you’d be very suitable for the role of the lead actress in ’Reversing Life.’ Do you have some time to come for an audition?"

’Twelve’?

’Reversing Life’?

Rosa Sullivan hesitated, recalling the sensation ’Twelve’ caused online yesterday, and immediately suspected some trickery in this seemingly fortunate opportunity.

Without displaying eagerness or delight, Rosa Sullivan steadied her mind, saying, "But I’m not an actress."

"That’s okay. You’ve surely heard of Director Alfred Lawrence. When he selects actors, image and positioning are most important. With him there, your performance will certainly not be subpar."

"..."

Rosa Sullivan said nothing.

Elijah seemed to sense her apprehension, paused for a moment, then laughed, "Director Alfred Lawrence specifically chose you. He saw your performance on a TV show and felt you closely matched the role of the lead actress, hence tried reaching out to you. If you have concerns, you can refuse. However, this could be a good opportunity; you might want to give it a try."

"..."

Taking a deep breath, Rosa Sullivan calmed down, looked at the dormitory building opposite, and said softly, "I’ll think about it."