My Evil Husband
Not Straw Bags

Still he maintained his smile and tried plucking the strings once more.

“Any, what's up?”

Carefully he checked the strings and zither only then realized that this was different from the lute he was familiar with.

The strings on the lute have different thicknesses and slenderness. The length and even number of different zither roots. Although the layout is similar to the zither, but the sound it emits is completely different.

Upon closer inspection, Layla realized that this was not a lute.

Layla looked up, only to observe Jason and Old Grandpa Hall.

Will he disappoint them?

Then, his eyes turned to Jason. The man leaned lazily on the sofa. There was a faint smile hanging on that face as if he was also waiting for a music game from her.

Would he be laughed at if he said he couldn't play this instrument?

“Layla, why don't you play? Everyone is starting to impatiently wait for you.” Anita urges. He also began to impatiently boast about his son.

“String settings on this lute are a little complicated.” Layla's face was embarrassed when she explained it.

“Slightly complicated? What does it mean?”

Anita walked over and asked in confusion. “Are you not very good at music? Pianos, violins, and even lutes. Why can't you play a song in the slightest?”

“Mother, I know very little. What do you mean by very well?”

Anita stood by his side, then checked the musical instrument itself. “Isn't this a lute?”

“Maybe it's sitar. Or, a unique type of lute. Uncle Who likes to collect antiques.”

Hearing this, Esme's lips curved and mocked.

Didn't everyone say Layla was a beautiful woman with a lot of talent? However, he could not even distinguish musical instruments.

“What joke is it?”

Jason by his side turned his head, he caught a glimpse of Esme's expression.

Esme's words were so confident, as if she had knowledge of everything and understood everything.

Clara on the other hand was cursing Esme in her heart. He must have said that to deliberately put his brother to shame.

Suddenly Clara's eyes lit up and told everyone, “I think if everyone better listen to my Little Sister. His skill in playing musical instruments is described as a universe that has no boundaries.”

After Clara said this, everyone who had been waiting excitedly suddenly shot a glance towards Esme in one swift motion.

Anita knows that Esme is a useless child. Let alone musical instruments from other countries, this woman does not even know how to play the piano or violin.

Jason's eyebrows shot up watching this quarrel, then his gaze fell on Clara.

This woman, did she deliberately embarrass her wife in front of so many people?

Others may not know if Esme can play zither or not, but Jason by his side is well aware of the extent of Esme's skills.

Esme Andreas has no other skill other than being her stalker. Not to mention something like playing music.

“Esme, come and play songs for everyone.” Clara came and pulled Esme from her seat.

“He doesn't know how.” Jason suddenly reached out, grabbing Esme's arm as he directed a cold look at Clara.

One pulled him to the left, and one pulled him to the right. Put Esme in a difficult position.

Clara felt trembling to get that look from Jason. But at the thought of Esme who would feel embarrassed in front of many people, she gathered all her courage and gave Jason an innocent smile.

“Young Master Hall, Esme knows how to play zither. Besides, he said earlier if anything my brother knows, he knows it too.”

“I said he doesn't know, means he doesn't!”

Observing Esme's expression acting as if she wanted to run away from this place, Clara became even more determined to mock her. He deliberately said in a provocative tone, “Esme, don't tell me you don't even know how to pluck the strings.”

Esme answered nothing, but Clara kept saying, “Don't you always boast that you're better at everything? This is a great opportunity to show everyone.”

Clara approached and whispered to him, “I should have guessed you know nothing but arrogance in your body.”

“Who said I know nothing but to be arrogant?”

Clara was inwardly pleased by Esme's reaction. He knew Esme wouldn't stand it if she was compared to Layla and she would definitely feel riled up.

Esme raised her chin slightly, exclaiming arrogantly, “This is just a lute, why don't I know how to play?”

“Esme, enough!” Jason clutched his hand. Forcing him back to the sofa and reminding him coldly at the same time, “Control your ludicrous temperament!”

“Knowing how to play lute is a ludicrous temprament?” Esme blinked her eyes innocently, a hint of confusion within her, looking rather beautiful yet irritating.

“How do you know if Layla doesn't know it?”

Upon hearing these words, Esme gripped her heart. So, according to Jason, what couldn't Layla do, she couldn't do it either?

Even though the words were actually shown to the original body owner, he still felt irritated. He already occupied this body, and what was happening around him certainly had an impact on him. The original owner of the body is gone. Right now, that sentence was for him.

“She doesn't know, so how does that mean not to me?” With great force, Esme released Jason's hand and suddenly stood up. “Today I will show you if I know how to play sitar.”

His current actions seemed like a symbol of reckless arrogance.

Seeing this Anita instantly pulled her son away, “Layla, go! Fast!”

A satisfied smile fell on Layla's lips. This bitch, she's gonna pick up her own death. Don't blame him if you're humiliated.

Jason's eyes looked at Esme with indifference. No one noticed the complex feelings raging within those eyes.

Layla stood up and took off the chair for Esme speechlessly.

Esme walked with great confidence as if she had climbed on stage to receive an award. Sitting in front of the lute with joy in his eyes.

Just looking at the body of this instrument, clearly this was a very good item!

He raised his hand, and plucked the strings gently.

The noise upon hearing the zither sound echoed throughout the room, causing everyone present to scowl their forehead.

The tones of the strings were angled and clear, but the melody was horrendous.

Hearing this melody, naturally everyone assumed that Esme Andreas could not play.

“Forget! Forgetit! If you don't know, just say so. Why should I insist and end up damaging my ears?”

“He never changes! Always act as if he is a child of Heaven.”

Layla crossed her arms around her chest, standing with a proud and haughty smile when she heard everyone making fun of Esme.

Gawking at all those people, Esme just raised her voice, “Who said I don't know how to play? I just tested the strings.”

While saying that, Esme looked at Jason. In his heart Esme laughed with satisfaction.

Hehehe she must be very angry right now.

Since then Esme was just pretending, toying with their emotions was indeed very fun. Especially when looking at Jason's poker face. In fact, this musical instrument was the first playing instrument.

The guests not only thought Esme was arrogant, but she also knew nothing. Judging from the way he boasted before, it was already enough to give the impression that this woman loved attention.

“If you can really play, then play it! We are already impatient, waiting anxiously for your cipher.” One of them shouted cynically.

“What to do in a hurry? At least, let me take a look at this zither first."

Esme looked down, as if she was admiring the zither. Despite the fact that he was trying to remember what song he used to play in his past life.

After days of relentless fighting, when they returned to the barracks for a short break, he liked to play the song The Last Flag of Banana Leaft for his brother. A song that has a harmonious melody, yet at the same time, unites the passion in the hearts of the people to convey their longing back to the battlefield.

After he returned home to the palace, he often played the song Night Rain. Her tone was melancholic, so every time she played the song, she would feel depressed.

Under public scrutiny, he doesn't want to play Night Rain. Stripping his weak side for everyone in this room.

After seeing that Esme had taken no other action, Layla tried to comfort her with a tone of understanding. “Esme, this lute is very complicated. I can only understand it a little. It's okay if can't play, we won't make fun of you.”

On the surface, he helped Esme out of a difficult situation. While the other hidden meaning is to accuse Esme who is too arrogant.

Esme raised her head. She was not angry or ignited, but gave Layla a bright smile. “I also know a little.”

“Down! Don't make me feel ashamed again.” Roy could not bear to see Esme's behavior.

Other than Old Grandfather Hall seeing his cold expression as well as Jason, everyone in this room was clearly laughing at him.

He secretly talked to his own body which he aimed at the original owner of the body. “It's time to tell them that you're not a straw bag.”

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