WT Chapter 65

Chapter 65: Violin. I don’t even know what I’m doing. . . .

Chapter 65 Violin I don’t even know what I’m doing. …

As starlight began to appear, a black car drove into the underground garage.

Jiang Quanyu thought for a long time and still felt he needed to have a good talk with Wen Shixi.

He had no relationship with Tang Xu, and Song Nanxing wasn’t as simple as he seemed; he had to tell Wen Shixi all of this properly.

But when he arrived at the door of Wen Shixi’s apartment and rang the doorbell for a long time, no one came to open the door.

Jiang Quanyu frowned slightly, looked at the keypad, and hesitated for a moment.

Then, he raised his hand and entered the password.

The familiar musical notation was entered, the electronic lock made a light sound, and the door opened in response.

Wen Shixi hadn’t changed the password.

Jiang Quanyu paused, then pushed the door open and walked into the apartment.

The apartment, even more empty than before, stunned Jiang Quanyu for a moment.

In a patch of moonlight, his footsteps were hesitant and slow as he walked step by step to the bedroom door.

The room was neat and tidy, with nothing in it.

In an instant, Jiang Quanyu understood why Wen Shixi hadn’t changed the password.

The empty darkness slowly settled, entrenched in the silent room.

In the entire apartment, the only thing that belonged to Wen Shixi was a piano that he hadn’t had time to contact a moving company to remove.

Walking forward, Jiang Quanyu came to the piano, stood there for a while, and took out his phone from his pocket.

In his small apartment, Wen Shixi had just finished showering and was lying in bed looking at his phone, searching for professional piano moving companies.

Suddenly, the screen changed, and an incoming call appeared.

Wen Shixi hesitated for a moment, turned to look at the ceiling, breathed out softly, and answered the phone.

“Wen Shixi.” A voice came from the other end of the phone: “Where are you?”

Wen Shixi: “At home.”

Hearing this, Jiang Quanyu gripped the phone tightly.

A moment later, Jiang Quanyu slowly moved his other hand to the piano keys and pressed a single note.

The familiar piano sound floated through the airwaves. Wen Shixi heard it, his eyes widened slightly, and he sat up in bed.

“…You came to find me again?”

Jiang Quanyu: “Where are you?”

Wen Shixi thought for a moment and still said, “At home.”

Except, it was in the home he had found himself.

Jiang Quanyu didn’t understand. “What do you mean?”

Wen Shixi leaned against the headboard cushion and said casually, “I moved, I forgot to tell you.”

Jiang Quanyu took a deep breath, remained silent for a long while, and then asked, “Send me the new address.”

Hearing this, Wen Shixi’s tone became subtle. “Can you always make requests of others so naturally, no matter what they are?”

Jiang Quanyu frowned and asked, “You don’t want to tell me?”

“Mm,” Wen Shixi said, “I don’t want to.”

Jiang Quanyu: “So, saying you forgot to tell me was also a lie, right?”

Wen Shixi: “Honestly, it bothers me a bit that you just come to find me whenever you want. If I happened to be doing something with someone in the room, and you just barge in, it would be very awkward for everyone.”

Jiang Quanyu narrowed his eyes slightly. “Doing something?”

Wen Shixi: “I told you last time, didn’t I? My heat is coming soon.”

The well-placed insinuation filled Wen Shixi’s voice with a seductive quality.

Jiang Quanyu sat in the quiet room, silent for a long time, before finally speaking.

“Song Nanxing won’t do.”

“Why not?” Wen Shixi asked, “You also said Lin Yining wouldn’t do on the cruise ship last time, but I know Lin Yining is a scumbag. Why won’t Song Nanxing do?”

Jiang Quanyu’s lips parted slightly, but he couldn’t answer the question for a moment.

Because Jiang Quanyu felt that the Song Nanxing family seemed to be taking advantage of Wen Shixi, but he couldn’t say it.

If he said it, and Wen Shixi found out about his acquisition efforts, he might run away again.

“You’re also past the age of treating temporary markings as a joke.” Jiang Quanyu said, “Go to the hospital obediently and get a Pheromone Extract injection.”

Wen Shixi listened to Jiang Quanyu’s dry voice and tugged at the quilt.

The bedside lamp emitted a faint light, casting a warm orange glow on the floor.

The light spread out half a meter, then slowly connected with the clear moonlight outside the gauze curtains.

“What if I wasn’t joking?” Wen Shixi asked, “What if I liked Song Nanxing?”

His voice melted into the night, silent in the airwaves.

Because it was a phone call, Wen Shixi couldn’t see any of Jiang Quanyu’s expressions.

After the sound disappeared, it was as if everything would immediately vanish.

Jiang Quanyu on the other end seemed to have lost his voice, leaving only the echo of his breathing.

Wen Shixi thought to himself as he spoke, “I think I get along well with Song Nanxing, and we have very similar views on music. After rehearsal today, we tried a duet, and the coordination was excellent. And I don’t dislike his pheromones, they’re light and smell nice. It’s just that his family situation doesn’t seem to be very good, and his mother is very ill, but if I like him, will you help me, like you helped my father when he got married?”

When Wen Eryun was young, he was just an unknown cellist.

He met Jiang Yan in a collaboration, played a duet, and fell in love, got married, and rose rapidly in the world.

Although Wen Shixi was no longer a member of the Jiang family, the Jiang Corporation’s announcement stated that they were still a loving family.

Jiang Quanyu still doted on him, doted on him to the core.

The airwaves were silent, and Jiang Quanyu stood in front of the piano, gently gritting his teeth.

After a long time, Jiang Quanyu asked, “Wen Shixi, do you know what you’re saying?”

“Of course I know,” Wen Shixi said, “Like you said, I seem to be past the age of continuing to play around, so even I will consider what kind of person I should find to spend my life with. And with my pheromone imbalance disorder, the doctor also advised me to find an alpha to live with long-term to stabilize my pheromone intake. Song Nanxing is good, at least for us, music is as important as life. If I’m with him, we can practice, rehearse, and perform together every day. Although we may not be able to live such a wealthy life, I really think this kind of ordinary life is very good.”

As Wen Shixi spoke, he turned to one side.

He reached out and turned off the lamp, finding a comfortable position to lie down.

He listened to the silence in the receiver, like a silent underwater rift valley, without any echo.

Wen Shixi slowly closed his eyes, his voice particularly indifferent, with a drowsy tone before sleep. “Why aren’t you talking? You called me, don’t you have anything to say?”

The hand holding the phone tightened with force, and his bones creaked.

Of course, he had a lot to say to Wen Shixi, which was why he came to his apartment.

But after hearing Wen Shixi’s words, what should he say?

At the silent ends, Wen Shixi breathed out slowly.

His clear voice was both light and slow, infinitely distant in the call.

“When the time comes, if you keep pestering me like this, you can only be my affair.”

But with Jiang Quanyu’s high and mighty pride, he would never do that.

Wen Shixi: “Jiang Quanyu, is this all you want from me? You only tell me to love you, but have you ever said you love me? And how much do you intend to love me?”

The sound of the coastal waves passed through the airwaves, intertwined with the heartbeat in the apartment.

Jiang Quanyu still didn’t understand what love was.

He seemed to only know what he wanted, so he only understood desire.

In the cramped small suite, Wen Shixi yawned.

“Sleepy.”

Urged on by the sound, Jiang Quanyu’s voice was low and slow.

“Wen Shixi, is this all you want?”

Hearing this, Wen Shixi was a little puzzled.

He didn’t understand what Jiang Quanyu meant by “this,” and hesitantly let out a questioning tone. “Hm?”

Jiang Quanyu said steadily, “If that’s the case, give me some time, it won’t take too long.”

The airwaves hung up after a brief farewell. Wen Shixi took the phone away from his ear, looked at the screen, and frowned slightly.

Jiang Quanyu’s riddles were getting harder and harder to guess.

On a night with bright stars and a clear moon, Wen Shixi couldn’t fall asleep for a long time after hanging up the phone.

He put on a coat and went to the terrace. The sea was boundless, dark and dull under the pitch-black sky.

Looking at the sea, Wen Shixi suddenly wanted to see the beautiful sunset glow by the sea.

The evening breeze blew all night. Wen Shixi returned to his room and fell asleep quickly, without any dreams all night.

Until the moon set in the west and the morning light touched the bright windowsill all night.

The whole city slowly woke up. In the presidential suite on the top floor of the hotel, a figure sat in the study for half the night, finally raised his hand to look at the time, and made a call to the assistant.

A few hours later, the Jiang Corporation building reached working hours.

Chen Jiale, wearing a suit, came to the company with another young partner.

But the two didn’t see Jiang Quanyu, only Assistant Gu, who came to collect documents.

Assistant Gu explained to the two: “President Jiang has ordered that he will be working at the hotel these days.”

Chen Jiale was puzzled: “Why?”

Assistant Gu: “He said he has other important things to work on together, and it’s more convenient at the hotel.”

Chen Jiale was very puzzled.

Jiang Quanyu? Also finding excuses to slack off?

Chen Jiale felt there was something fishy and returned to the hotel with Assistant Gu.

Half an hour later, Chen Jiale looked at the wooden box opened on Jiang Quanyu’s desk and felt that the world had gone crazy.

“Are you serious?” Chen Jiale surrounded the desk: “Hey, just playing around is enough, right? You can’t find someone to play any kind of music you want to hear?”

Jiang Quanyu looked at Chen Jiale: “If you have nothing to do, don’t come and bother me.”

Chen Jiale continued to collapse.

…Jiang Quanyu is going to learn the violin for Wen Shixi?

“What if Wen Shixi says he likes painters tomorrow?” Chen Jiale asked, “What if he likes singers, policemen, scientists? Can you do everything?”

“Mm.” Jiang Quanyu said indifferently, “There is nothing in this world that I can’t do.”

Chen Jiale looked like a ruffled chicken: “This isn’t about whether or not you can do it! You’re Jiang Quanyu, are you sure you want to compare yourself to a Song Nanxing?”

What is the successor of the symphony orchestra? Compared to the Jiang Corporation, it’s not even a small subsidiary.

Jiang Quanyu pinched the bow and carefully turned the knob to adjust the tension of the bow.

Then, he raised his head, looked at the tightly frowning Chen Jiale, and said lightly.

“Otherwise?”

His Wen Shixi, even alone, not needing anything, could live very well.

Besides the piano, he had no other hobbies or desires.

How could he get back a lost love from such a person?

Gifts, flowers, these superficial things, he could bring in mountains, but what was the use?

Or use the memories left behind seven years ago, or like before, simply lock Wen Shixi back in the cage?

Jiang Quanyu faced away from the sunlight, his face in shadow: “I don’t even know what I’m doing, but besides this, what else can I do?”

His Shixi was in the most brilliant stage of his life, able to play the piano as much as he wanted, find his own future, and realize all the possibilities of his life.

This Wen Shixi, the simple life he imagined, was living in the ocean of music with someone, practicing, rehearsing, performing, and treating music as important as life.

He had also thought that maybe he should let go of Wen Shixi like last time.

Anyway, whether it was the Song Nanxing family or however many symphony orchestras, he could afford to support them.

Wanting two hundred million?

Compared to Wen Shixi, what was that?

Besides, with him there, Song Nanxing would never dare to bully Wen Shixi, and would only hold Wen Shixi in the palm of his hand.

Wen Shixi could always live as he wanted, living in an ivory tower created by his money and power.

But Jiang Quanyu had sat in the darkness countless times, no longer wanting to do this.

He never wanted to let go of Wen Shixi again.

If these were what Wen Shixi wanted, he could do it as long as he worked hard.

There was no need for Song Nanxing at all.

Chen Jiale frowned tightly, looking at Jiang Quanyu’s calm face.

“This isn’t right.” Chen Jiale rarely retorted Jiang Quanyu. A face that was always cynical was filled with seriousness: “Love isn’t something that you have to transform yourself into to get from the other person. Don’t do this, let me help you think of a way.”

“Chen Jiale,” Jiang Quanyu said, “I won’t delay the progress of the park.”

Chen Jiale was really going crazy: “I’m not talking to you about the progress of the park!”

“I know,” Jiang Quanyu said lightly, “I’m just telling you, and…leave me alone.”