She Lives without Regret in This Life

Chapter 1592: Chapter 1669: The Model Father of Twenty-Four Filial Exemplars

The Duke finally heard his son say something complimentary. His face stayed calm and unreadable, but inside he was over the moon. “This is the most talked‑about, most acclaimed piano virtuoso in Europe this year. If you like her, son, I can invite her to our home to be your music teacher.”

“No need.” Lin En shook his head, a hint of melancholy in his expression. Ever since he parted with his aunt, he’d been missing his old life. Clearly he was living in the Westminster Family’s lavish old castle, yet he wasn’t happy at all.

There was no aunt here, no little sister, no big brother. And he couldn’t get used to the England accent; the servants all tiptoeing around made him feel even more out of place.

In short, the little guy didn’t like his current life.

Seeing his son look like this, the Duke couldn’t help rubbing his head, saying gently, “Son, you’re the heir of the Westminster Family. All of this is something you have to learn.”

“Oh!” The little guy used the same eyes as his father, blinking up at him as he asked, “Father, are you still going on blind dates?”

Hearing his son ask that, the Duke’s expression stiffened slightly. After a pause he nodded and said, “I have to find you a mom.”

“You’ve gone on so many blind dates and still haven’t found one you like?” The implied meaning was: your standards are way too high.

“Or is it that those ladies all don’t fancy you?”

“Ahem… how is that possible.” The Duke had never really thought about women, but his male pride absolutely refused to be looked down on.

“Thank you, Daddy.” The little guy looked at his father’s slightly flushed handsome face and said solemnly. He knew his father was rushing from one blind date to another just to find him a mom.

The reason he hadn’t chosen anyone after meeting so many was because he was afraid his future wife might not treat his son well.

When the Duke heard his son call him “Daddy,” he actually broke into a smile. This was the first time his son had ever called him Daddy!

Lin En flipped through the album on the table. When he saw the introduction to the pianist inside, his eyes lit up.

“Father…”

“Call me Daddy.”

“Oh!” Lin En pointed at the woman on the page, elegant and pure like an orchid, and said with a squinty smile, “I know her. She’s Liu Yilan, a friend of my aunt’s. I want to go see her, is that okay?”

“Of course.” The twenty‑four‑seven super dad agreed readily.

Backstage, Liu Yilan graciously accepted an exclusive interview from an authoritative music magazine. After changing her clothes she was about to leave, but her mentor and the Dean of the theatre stopped her.

“Liu, don’t go just yet.”

“What is it?”

With a mysterious, gratified expression, her mentor said, “A mysterious big shot has specifically asked to see you alone.”

Liu Yilan had encountered situations like this before, but she had always firmly refused. “Professor, you know I just want to study music quietly. Please find someone else for anything like that!”

“Liu, this time you really can’t turn it down.” Her mentor said conspiratorially, “Listen to me first.”

“All right, please go ahead.” Liu Yilan set down the bag in her hand and sat with her mentor on the sofas in the lounge area. She knew her mentor pretty well: stubborn and awkward, with a typical artist’s temperament that made him hard to read.

If it was about bowing to power and wealth, her mentor would never do it.

“The person who wants to see you is the Duke of Westminster.” Her mentor’s face was full of pride, the kind that both despised nobles who threw money around, and at the same time deeply admired those low‑key, traditional aristocrats.