WT Chapter 64

Chapter 64: Intimacy, But I Really Have Nothing to Do With Him…

Jiang Quanyu frowned, looking completely puzzled.

“What happened?” Jiang Quanyu, holding Wen Shixi’s hand, asked, “Did someone bully you?”

Looking into each other’s eyes, Wen Shixi gazed into Jiang Quanyu’s eyes, discerning a hint of anxiety amidst the darkness.

He didn’t speak for a moment, only moving his wrist, wanting to break free from Jiang Quanyu’s grasp.

At that moment, audience members leaving the venue passed by them, discussing Tang Xu’s final performance of “Liebestraum No. 3.”

Passerby: “As expected, it’s true, right? The previous rumors.”

“The person Tang Xu mentioned who couldn’t come, is that the returning entrepreneur from the news before?”

Upon hearing this, Jiang Quanyu turned his head in confusion to look at the two people, only to see them chatting as they walked further away.

In an instant, Jiang Quanyu understood, turning back to look at Wen Shixi, he asked, “At the concert just now, did Tang Xu mention me?”

As Jiang Quanyu asked, the bewilderment in his eyes almost overflowed, “What did he say? But I really have nothing to do with him.”

Moreover, recently, Jiang Quanyu had been busy with the amusement park and Wen Shixi’s affairs, besides the message Tang Xu sent yesterday, the two hadn’t even contacted each other.

Wen Shixi really didn’t want to talk about it anymore, tilting his head slightly, his voice was clear and cold: “Jiang Quanyu, how can I make you understand that I really don’t have the time or the interest to be curious about your relationship with Tang Xu right now. Isn’t that your own problem? I just want to play my piano well and do what I like.”

Jiang Quanyu held Wen Shixi’s hand tightly, a flash of impatience crossed his eyes: “Then what are you angry about now?”

Wen Shixi: “I’m not angry.”

Thin clouds covered the moonlight, shadows shrouding the entire city.

In a moment of stalemate, Jiang Quanyu, still puzzled, finally spoke.

“Yes.”

Jiang Quanyu’s face was obscure in the late hours, his voice inexplicably hoarse, like a waiting hurricane, hovering on the edge of the coast.

He said, word by word, “Wen Shixi clearly says he doesn’t love my brother anymore, but he’s still getting angry about this kind of thing, that’s not reasonable, is it?”

Hearing this, Wen Shixi bit his lip lightly.

He really didn’t want to say anymore. Seeing that he couldn’t break free, he retreated while using his other hand to pry open Jiang Quanyu’s fingers.

“Let go, I want to go home.”

Sensing the force, Jiang Quanyu exerted strength in his arm, lifting Wen Shixi’s wrist, bringing the person in front of him.

The difference in strength between the two almost made it impossible for Wen Shixi to resist.

As they got closer, Jiang Quanyu looked at Wen Shixi’s furrowed brow, belatedly realizing that he seemed to be too aggressive again.

He paused slightly, just about to let go.

At this moment, someone approached quickly.

The person grabbed Jiang Quanyu’s forearm with one hand, helping Wen Shixi steady himself, his voice serious.

“Sir, could you please let go.”

Wen Shixi turned his head, looking at the suddenly appearing Song Nanxing.

Song Nanxing had retrieved his instrument from backstage and had just run out when he saw Wen Shixi being entangled by an alpha, unable to break free from his grasp.

The strength on their wrists intertwined, and Wen Shixi stood still, stunned for a moment.

From afar, the three of them standing together created an absurd and fragmented scene.

Jiang Quanyu slowly lowered his eyes, glancing at Song Nanxing’s face, then lowered them further, looking at his own forearm being gripped.

Jiang Quanyu always hated physical contact with others, but at this moment, his forearm was being held tightly, the fabric pressed tightly against his skin, making him extremely displeased.

The muscles and strength concealed beneath the wool coat, never having been provoked like this before, were poised to erupt.

In a gust of cold wind, Jiang Quanyu’s thin lips moved slightly.

“Let go, don’t touch me.”

As he spoke, Song Nanxing felt a pressure, the fear hidden in his instincts gradually surfacing.

In Jiang Quanyu’s abyss-like, narrow eyes, destruction lay dormant in the unfathomable darkness, brewing a world-swallowing wave.

Seeing that Song Nanxing didn’t move, he repeated, “I said, don’t touch me.”

Song Nanxing’s Adam’s apple bobbed, enduring the feeling of being suppressed by another alpha despite being an alpha himself, he slowly opened his mouth, answering earnestly, “If we’re talking about letting go, shouldn’t you be the one to let go first?”

Jiang Quanyu’s eyes shifted slightly, scanning the cheaply dressed young man in front of him from head to toe.

At the slightly raised corner of his eye, a thick chill gradually emerged.

This morning, Jiang Quanyu had talked with Wen Shixi’s newly joined symphony orchestra at the art center for two hours.

But the other party had been repeatedly testing his bottom line with a respectful attitude.

According to the finance department’s analysis, the symphony orchestra’s total commercial performance revenue for the entire year was only ten million, but the other party had opened his mouth and asked him for two hundred million, and also hoped that he could arrange overseas performances for the orchestra, and even wanted to set up a permanent program at his park.

Song Nanxing was the symphony orchestra’s next successor, and now he was clinging to Wen Shixi’s side.

Jiang Quanyu’s gaze was filled with scrutiny and incomprehension, he asked, “There’s no reason why you wouldn’t know who I am, right?”

Song Nanxing’s eyes flickered slightly, then quickly replied, “…I only know that Senior has been trying to break free from your hand.”

Song Nanxing’s words seemed to have a hidden meaning, making Jiang Quanyu’s face extremely unpleasant.

Constantly adding fuel to the fire, igniting a touch of crimson in the darkness at the bottom of Jiang Quanyu’s eyes.

Amid the increasingly turbulent emotions, a sense of suffocation came over him.

Wen Shixi, standing in front of the two, looked at Song Nanxing, then at Jiang Quanyu, his gaze finally settling on the corner of Jiang Quanyu’s cold lips.

Wen Shixi knew that Jiang Quanyu had always been above the masses since he was a child and never concealed his emotions, especially when he was angry.

But even if Jiang Quanyu said a lot of angry words, it didn’t matter.

But if Jiang Quanyu was really angered… he would neither speak again nor give anyone a chance to make amends.

“Brother.” Wen Shixi suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.

His eyes trembled slightly, his brows knitted together, looking into Jiang Quanyu’s eyes.

Jiang Quanyu was suddenly called, his cold gaze shifting away from Song Nanxing’s face.

Two gazes reconnected, temporarily halting the pervading tension.

Jiang Quanyu lowered his eyes, only to see Wen Shixi’s lightly shaking eyes containing a plea, silently changing everything in this cold weather.

The bit of worry and helplessness in Wen Shixi’s eyes, like a thick sense of moisture, instantly adhered and enveloped Jiang Quanyu’s ruthless and sharp eyes.

Jiang Quanyu stood in place, like a huge cruise ship with its engine turned off in the vast ice sea, the steel floating in the biting sea, towering silently.

He knew that Wen Shixi understood everything about him… that’s why he showed such a pitiful appearance, even willing to soften his tone, pleading with him on behalf of Song Nanxing.

Wen Shixi spoke again, his voice containing a faint weakness from being pierced by the cold wind.

“I’m really tired today, I want to go home and rest, and it’s also very cold… so let go of me, let me go back first.”

The thin clouds left the full moon, revealing the moonlight again.

In a moment of silence, Jiang Quanyu slowly let go.

The skin that had been touching was peeled away inch by inch, the body temperature on the skin was swept away by the night wind, instantly dissipating into the air.

Jiang Quanyu didn’t want to let go at all… he really didn’t want to let go of Wen Shixi’s hand.

Conflicting thoughts in his mind constantly clamored, but reason still took the lead, in the chaos, with the complete release, a stinging pain spread from his heart.

Jiang Quanyu didn’t want to coerce Wen Shixi into anything.

He just didn’t understand why Wen Shixi suddenly wanted to pretend he didn’t see him after just listening to a concert.

Seeing Jiang Quanyu let go, Wen Shixi retracted his wrist, holding it with one hand, gently rubbing it.

Jiang Quanyu looked at the slightly red mark on his palm, his heart sinking even further.

Wen Shixi didn’t have any lingering feelings, turning around and walking towards the parking lot: “Song Nanxing, let’s go.”

His voice scattered in the wind, and Song Nanxing reacted for a moment upon hearing it.

Then, Song Nanxing quickly released Jiang Quanyu’s forearm, chasing after Wen Shixi.

Two figures, one short and one tall, walked away into the distance, Jiang Quanyu standing in place, the streetlights behind him casting a patch of darkness, with only his shadow.

Jiang Quanyu looked at Wen Shixi’s back, the air in his chest constricted, he lightly moved his feet, making a soft sound, but still didn’t chase after him.

The sudden onset of heartache, like an incurable sequelae, instantly emptied his thoughts.

He seemed to have forgotten why he was here again at some point.

But soon, Jiang Quanyu’s hands clenched slightly.

No matter how much pressure or pain he faced, he had to stay awake.

He couldn’t lose his sense of reality again, nor could he collapse again.

At the same time, in a place where Jiang Quanyu wouldn’t turn around to look, another figure stood at the entrance of the art salon, gazing at his faltering figure from afar.

Tang Xu heard his assistant and manager say that Jiang Quanyu didn’t seem to have left, and was still in the tea room downstairs.

He ran to the tea room, found that there was no one, and then ran all the way to the lobby, just in time to see the scene of Wen Shixi leaving.

In the years he had known Jiang Quanyu, Tang Xu had never imagined that the unreachable Jiang Quanyu, whose face was always composed and elegant, would have such an obscure figure.

Jiang Quanyu standing under the street lamp was like being abandoned by the roadside, but still persistent, looking in the direction that person had left.

The evening wind was quiet, carrying countless chaotic thoughts, gradually merging into the night.

–

In the car, Song Nanxing hesitated to speak until they drove onto the main road.

He looked at Wen Shixi’s hand on the steering wheel, then at the street scene flashing past the window, thought for a long time, and asked.

“Senior, does your hand still hurt?”

Wen Shixi: “It doesn’t hurt.”

Song Nanxing was very sensible, not asking Wen Shixi what had just happened, only changing the subject, “What did you think of Tang Xu’s concert?”

“Song Nanxing.” In a moment of silence, Wen Shixi said indifferently, “Let me be quiet for a while.”

The headlights passed through his dark eyes, leaving streaks of light and shadow.

Wen Shixi was quiet for a while as he wished, asked Song Nanxing for his home address, but Song Nanxing thought for a while, and said, “Senior doesn’t need to worry about me, just drive home, I want to take Senior home, then I will find a way to get back myself.”

Hearing this, Wen Shixi thought for a moment, and only said, “Okay.”

The car drove all the way back to the residential area near the school, Wen Shixi parked the car, and then got out of the car with Song Nanxing, walking towards his new home.

Song Nanxing was a little surprised that Wen Shixi had moved to this community.

Several of his classmates from other cities rented houses in this community.

The two of them came to the building downstairs and separated at the unit door.

Wen Shixi stepped forward, walking towards the unit door.

At this moment, Song Nanxing called him.

The young man seemed to have mustered up his courage, his tone was rash and gentle.

“Senior.” Song Nanxing said, “No matter what happens, I will help Senior.”

Hearing this, Wen Shixi stopped, standing in a moonlight.

He seemed to think about it for a while, but his figure was calm, making it impossible to see his emotions.

After a moment, Wen Shixi turned around and asked, “Why?”

Song Nanxing was slightly stunned, not expecting Wen Shixi to ask this.

Song Nanxing’s face turned red again, glowing in the moonlight, “…I, I, there’s no why.”

Wen Shixi’s tone was calm: “Our relationship doesn’t seem to be good enough for you to do anything for me, right? Don’t you really know who was talking to me just now?”

“…I know.” Song Nanxing thought for a while, and said seriously, “I’ve heard many people say it at school before. But even if that’s Senior’s family, he can’t treat you like that.”

Wen Shixi pursed his lips and said, “He’s my brother.”

Song Nanxing: “Even if he’s your brother, he can’t—”

“Song Nanxing, you don’t understand what I mean.” Wen Shixi said, “I mean, I don’t need anyone to help me.”

Alphas always like to be heroes, but Wen Shixi didn’t need anyone to help him, to rescue him from the fire pit named Jiang Quanyu.

His relationship with Jiang Quanyu was too chaotic to be summed up in a single sentence.

But like he once joked with Jiang Quanyu, even if he got married, Jiang Quanyu would have to sit at the main table. This was a long past that he couldn’t sever.

As far as he was concerned, there could never be anyone closer than Jiang Quanyu.

Wen Shixi said calmly, “No matter who I’m with, where I live, or what I do, Jiang Quanyu will always be my brother.”

As he said this, he turned around and continued walking towards the unit door: “Think it over before you come and provoke me.”