WT Chapter 62

Chapter 62: Detours Even detours can be forgiven…

Chapter 62 Detours Even detours can be forgiven…

When Chen Jiale returned to the Jiang Corporation building, he happened to run into Jiang Quanyu in the elevator lobby.

The two took the elevator upstairs together. Jiang Quanyu had changed into a fresh suit, without a trace of dust. He was wearing a Bluetooth headset, listening to a conference call while asking Chen Jiale:

“How were Shixi’s test results?”

“He wouldn’t say,” Chen Jiale said, “But from his expression, it doesn’t seem like anything was found.”

Jiang Quanyu said calmly, “Mm.”

Chen Jiale put a hand in his pocket and casually said, “Why don’t you just ask the doctor directly?”

Jiang Quanyu was silent for a moment, then said seriously, “I won’t ask… if he doesn’t want to say.”

The heart beating beneath his powerful exterior was still anxious, needing countless pieces of information to fill the void and gain a sense of security.

But he could still endure it. Even if he was anxious, he could endure it until Wen Shixi was willing to tell him everything, just like before.

After everything that had happened, Jiang Quanyu decided that in this relationship, one person suffocating was enough, and that person could be him.

And even if he was suffocating, as long as Wen Shixi was by his side, he could survive.

Chen Jiale: “Oh right, did you seriously look at the Alpha list I gave you?”

Hearing this, Jiang Quanyu turned his head to look at Chen Jiale.

During their eye contact, Chen Jiale suddenly felt a chill, instantly filling the small space of the elevator.

Chen Jiale: “…What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?”

Jiang Quanyu’s voice was extremely cold: “You didn’t say anything wrong, but why did you bring that up?”

The elevator arrived, and the two stepped out and walked towards the office.

Belatedly, Chen Jiale guessed why Jiang Quanyu was unhappy: “Oh… have you finally changed your mind? You don’t want Wen Shixi to marry another Alpha anymore?”

As he spoke, Chen Jiale, never one to shy away from excitement, joked, “If you exposed it, the media would probably go crazy. I’ve already thought of the headline. You’ll be called a pervert. But what made you suddenly see the light? Weren’t you going to be Wen Shixi’s brother forever?”

Jiang Quanyu stepped into the office, and the conference call he was listening to in his headset was coming to an end.

He turned on the microphone, gave a few simple instructions to arrange the work, and took off the headset.

Then, Jiang Quanyu walked to the tea table, picked up the teacup that the secretary had prepared a short while ago, and took a sip.

In the silence, he looked back at Chen Jiale, who still looked eager and didn’t intend to let him off the hook.

Jiang Quanyu was silent for a moment, and his breathing gradually slowed.

Seven years ago, before Wen Shixi fell into a coma, he kept asking Jiang Quanyu why he couldn’t always be his brother’s brother.

Jiang Quanyu really thought that Wen Shixi only wanted to be his brother.

But seven years later, Wen Shixi said that he had loved his brother.

Jiang Quanyu let out a soft breath and turned to look out the window.

The city was bathed in the warm light of dusk, as if coated with a layer of golden film.

He stood by the window, letting the fading light fall on him, as if he would soon be swallowed by darkness.

Jiang Quanyu was a little confused.

He slowly opened his mouth, his voice carrying the same dark tone as the dusk, spreading dully throughout the room.

“Chen Jiale, what exactly is ‘love’?”

Stripped of the beautiful and moving rhetoric of the literary world, revealing its most fundamental core, love seemed to be nothing more than a kind of exchange of benefits that ignores returns, or a reckless investment that disregards the outcome.

All along, Jiang Quanyu had felt that love was a stupid thing.

But strangely, when Wen Shixi said that word to him, he suddenly felt…

The word “love” was simply too beautiful.

He wanted to hear Wen Shixi say it again, and forever.

Chen Jiale stood there, slightly stunned for a moment.

“Jiang Quanyu, have you been possessed?” Chen Jiale asked, bewildered. “What did you just ask me?”

Jiang Quanyu turned his gaze back from the window and looked at Chen Jiale: “What do Omegas like?”

Chen Jiale: “…”

Chen Jiale: “…………”

“Wait, wait.” Chen Jiale took two steps in the room, thinking about the matter: “I know you like Wen Shixi, so are you going to pursue him now?”

Jiang Quanyu: “Do you think it’s too late?”

Chen Jiale digested it for a moment, then thought about it some more, and then put on a heroic face: “It shouldn’t be too late… but you might need to hurry.”

“Hurry?” Jiang Quanyu asked, puzzled. “What do you mean?”

Chen Jiale: “Do you remember when I just asked you about the Alpha list?”

That list compiled the young talents of Linggang, with careful selections in all aspects, and all of them were suitable marriage partners for Wen Shixi.

“There’s someone named Song Nanxing,” Chen Jiale said. “From a musical family. His grandfather studied in Europe and founded the city’s first symphony orchestra in Linggang after returning. Whether it’s personality, family background, or being in the same musical profession, he’s very suitable for your little darling Wen Shixi.”

Although he had tentatively asked in the car, and Wen Shixi only said that Song Nanxing was a colleague in the orchestra… but looking at that little guy, he didn’t seem to treat Wen Shixi as just a colleague.

Jiang Quanyu frowned: “Why did you suddenly bring up this person?”

Chen Jiale was under great pressure and braved the thunder to say: “…Song Nanxing is currently following Wen Shixi around. On the way home, the driver said that they even made a phone call and arranged to go to a salon concert tomorrow night together.”

–

The sunrise in Linggang was extremely beautiful, with light golden waves reflecting the sunny day.

Wen Shixi came early in the morning to see the apartment introduced by the real estate agent. After searching around, the agent found him a suitable complex near the school.

Many students studying at the music academy lived here. The complex was filled with the sounds of various instruments being practiced for a long time. As long as Wen Shixi didn’t mind the noise, no one would come to knock on his door in the middle of the night.

Wen Shixi chose a small apartment facing the sea, on the top floor, with a small terrace of a few square meters. When the weather was warmer, he could sit on the terrace to drink tea and watch the sea.

Having solved the matter of the house, Wen Shixi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He stood on the small terrace for a while, looking at the sparkling sea.

The sea breeze blew through the young man’s fluffy hair, taking away a wisp of fragrance and blending into the bustling city.

Wen Shixi slowly considered that now that he had moved out the Grand Piano, he could send the key back to the old house and say goodbye to the past completely.

To the Jiang family, he had always been unimportant, so his departure didn’t seem to affect anyone.

Even his father and adoptive father hadn’t contacted him yet.

Wen Shixi slowly exhaled a breath toward the sea.

Anyway, he could never get what he wanted through hard work.

There was even less need to spend too much time thinking about what had already been lost.

Strangely enough, it seemed that he was like this seven years ago, eager to leave everything that the Jiang family had given him and become an independent Wen Shixi.

Although many years had passed, fate had seemed to bring him back to the track he had been on back then.

It was just a bit late, but it shouldn’t be too late.

After completing the procedures, Wen Shixi hurriedly rushed to the symphony orchestra for rehearsal.

At the moment when the sun was shining brightly, Wen Shixi drove to the art museum.

While parking, Wen Shixi’s cell phone suddenly vibrated. He parked the car and picked up his phone to look at the screen.

“Incoming call – Jiang Quanyu”

Wen Shixi was slightly puzzled: Why did Jiang Quanyu suddenly start calling him early in the morning?

Wen Shixi answered the phone: “Hello?”

Jiang Quanyu’s voice was a bit hoarse, and it came from the receiver: “Are you at the art museum? Are you going to rehearse?”

Wen Shixi raised his hand and looked at the time on his watch.

“Mm.” Wen Shixi asked, puzzled, “Didn’t I tell you the rehearsal time?”

Jiang Quanyu: “Did you eat breakfast?”

Wen Shixi casually lied: “I bought bread, and I’ll eat it when I go in.”

At this moment, a few soft sounds came from his left.

Outside the car window, a pair of well-defined hands were lightly knocking on the glass.

Hearing the sound, Wen Shixi turned his head and looked out the window.

The man was draped in a meticulous solid-colored cashmere coat, with a black suit. The heaviness and gloom belonged only to him. His slender brown eyes were particularly deep, and he stood steadily outside the car, gazing at the figure in the glass.

Wen Shixi was stunned for a moment, then pressed the control button to lower the car window.

Outside the window, Jiang Quanyu looked down at the furry head in the car.

“Where’s the breakfast you bought?”

As Jiang Quanyu spoke, he looked into Wen Shixi’s eyes.

The current Wen Shixi didn’t even make a draft when lying.

Wen Shixi had a bit of a headache: “…Why are you here?”

Jiang Quanyu hung up the phone: “I’m discussing an investment nearby. I remembered you said you joined the orchestra here.”

Wen Shixi looked sincere: “Then why don’t you hurry up and get busy?”

He actually had time to come and cause him trouble…

Jiang Quanyu’s eyes were calm as he looked at Wen Shixi’s beautiful eyes.

After a moment, Jiang Quanyu said, “I’m going now.”

As he spoke, he raised his hand and handed the paper box he had been holding through the car window: “Don’t skip meals, eat this.”

Wen Shixi took the paper box, a little confused: “What is this?”

“The brand that wants to settle in the paradise sent some snacks early in the morning.” Jiang Quanyu said: “Knowing that you won’t honestly eat breakfast, don’t tell lies that no one will believe.”

Hearing this, Wen Shixi looked up at Jiang Quanyu outside the car window. After a moment, Wen Shixi asked suspiciously, “…You didn’t come here specifically to block me, did you?”

In the morning light, Jiang Quanyu squinted his eyes slightly.

“Speaking of which…” Jiang Quanyu slowly leaned over, putting one hand on the upper edge of the car window, revealing a little thought: “This seems to be the first time I’ve stood outside a car window and talked to someone.”

In the past, the golden and precious heir of the Jiang family would always sit steadily in a luxury car, letting the people outside the car desperately curry favor through the glass.

But Jiang Quanyu also felt that looking from this angle, being able to see the hair whorl on the top of Wen Shixi’s head completely seemed quite interesting.

Wen Shixi heard the implication: “Are you asking me to get out of the car?”

Hearing this, Jiang Quanyu didn’t speak, but only raised his hand to look at his watch after a moment.

Seeing that it was almost time for the scheduled meeting, Jiang Quanyu put down his hand and straightened up.

“Eat your food, I’m leaving.”

As Jiang Quanyu spoke, he retracted his hand from the car window. He was quite decisive and walked towards the assistant waiting not far away.

Wen Shixi sat in the car, blinked his eyes, and watched Jiang Quanyu walk away, a little puzzled, not knowing what kind of investment Jiang Quanyu had to discuss in such an art center.

Gradually, a strong aroma of butter and milk emanated from the snack box.

The aroma was particularly tempting, arousing a sudden appetite.

Wen Shixi lowered his head and looked at the snack box. He thought for a moment and moved to open the box to take a look.

In the exquisite packaging box was the butter pineapple bun that he liked very much when he was a child.

A memory floated into his mind with the pineapple bun. It was when he was a child, he had sat in the car countless times, opened the box on his lap, and looked at the pineapple bun inside.

When Wen Shixi was going to school in the past, he sometimes overslept and didn’t have time to eat breakfast at home, so he would only take away the breakfast box prepared for him by the servants and eat it in the car on the way to school.

Later, after Jiang Quanyu discovered that he liked pineapple buns, he specifically told the servants, but the careless servants, upon hearing this, directly had him eat them for half a month in a row.

In the end, it was Jiang Quanyu who, with a cold face, “chatted” with the head of the kitchen, and the pineapple bun he liked didn’t turn into a childhood nightmare. It began to appear on the menu every now and then, only the frequency was slightly higher.

Inside the car, Wen Shixi smelled the familiar aroma, picked up a bun, and slowly put it to his mouth.

–

Rehearsals had been going on for a few days, and all the sections could be fully linked together. The conductor finally began to make subtle adjustments little by little.

All morning, the steady and powerful cello and the clear flute constantly alternated playing, and the harmony gradually became unified, resonating with a harmonious melody.

The professional strength of the top symphony orchestra was like expanding the ordinary rehearsal hall into a space dedicated to music, weaving a mesmerizing and beautiful world.

Under the sunlight outside the window, Wen Shixi’s vision blurred, and he was silently stunned for a moment.

In the long-lost fulfillment, he suddenly realized that he hadn’t heard such music that made him indulge for a long time.

The music led him to play constantly, and his hands seemed to no longer belong to him, only to the melody in his ears.

In many late nights, Wen Shixi sat alone in front of the piano, like a lonely black shadow.

His piano music was indeed beautiful, enough to fascinate countless people.

Having experienced many things, his piano music was full of sadness, joy, anger, intense and surging, even many active masters could not reach, but it did not have any desire, like a wonderful painting, only willing to be hung high in an attic that no one could see.

But suddenly, in a burst of resonance, he seemed… suddenly saw, far away, that eighteen-year-old self who was running between the cashier and the tutor.

Belatedly, he thought of the similar running and busyness these days, which seemed to be very similar to that time.

The familiar taste that was filled into the body, and the freely moving music, after many years, had all returned to his side.

After a moment, the conductor noticed that the piano sound suddenly disappeared and signaled the other sections to stop together.

In the silence, the conductor turned to look at Wen Shixi and asked, puzzled: “What’s wrong?”

The music disappeared together, and Wen Shixi slowly recovered, turning to look at the conductor.

There was a little confusion in his eyes, and even more sunlight penetrated the iris, reflecting a bright light.

His eyelashes lightly brushed, and with the dust floating in the air, were stained with the color of the bright sun, inexplicably endearing.

Wen Shixi’s lips moved slightly.

“No, I just suddenly felt… it was too beautiful.”

So beautiful that even detours could be forgiven.

It could also become a necessary path again.