Chapter 30 (2/2)

“Okay.”

He agreed so quickly, he didn’t even give a chance for Qi Mu to take back the invitation.

Qi Mu: “. . .”

After the big god was “satisfied with the food and wine,” Qi Mu closed his door and helplessly laughed out loud.

“Min Chen is afraid of bugs, bugs the size of a thumbnail.”

“Min Chen can unexpectedly cadge a meal.”

Such a thing, even if he said it, who would believe him?

Yeah. . . even he still found it somewhat unbelievable.

Thinking about it, Qi Mu walked over to his computer and opened a familiar website. He saw that the handsome man was still the site’s background. A man who wouldn’t even enter his own house because he was afraid of bugs. . . what a huge gap!

Qi Mu couldn’t help his laugh. His lips curled as he typed out a post——

【How do you think it would be if someday you could have dinner with your idol? You really have to brace yourself to eat together.]

After posting it, he turned off his computer and didn’t pay attention to it. He continued packing up his suitcase and was soon finished. While the sky was still bright, Qi Mu called over a taxi and was driven to the airport.

While waiting to board the plane, he remembered that he had written a post on the Danube forum and logged into his phone. There were dozens of replies!

【The great god Mozart has long passed away, so let’s not talk about that. The existing maestro that I want to have dinner with. . . Mr. Dorenza? Haha, I would faint!]

【Oh my god, a meal with my goddess? When I eat, I always play her piano as the background music!]

. . .

The replies were quite diverse, but there were several that mentioned a name Qi Mu was familiar with.

【Dinner with great god Min Chen. . . isn’t that too cool? God must be playing a joke on me. I’d have to plan a week in advance. . . no! a month in advance, to train my table manners!]

【Mr. Bertram has a very aristocratic atmosphere. I guess if I was having dinner with him, I would eat nothing, haha!]

Qi Mu stared at the messages for a while and pondered. The way he remembered it. . . the man ate his dishes until he was satisfied, he even looked as if he hadn’t had enough. Really, one’s imagination could kill.

Who would have imagined that the conductor of the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra, the same man with such great momentum on stage, was actually very afraid of bugs!

Qi Mu felt that he could count on this gossip to survive a lifetime.

What Qi Mu didn’t know was that halfway across the city, on the top floor of a high-class apartment building, a handsome man with a cold face and a fear of bugs was standing in front of his floor-to-ceiling window. He was staring down at Huaxia’s bustling nightlife. With its bright neon lights, the sleepless city’s night had just begun.

Min Chen held his phone, looking down at the bustling street below.

“You suddenly ask me to book a ticket for a flight about to take off in an hour, how could I do it! Huaxia isn’t Germany. We don’t have that kind of relationship here. There’s only a flight tomorrow, Min.” Daniel’s dejected and infuriated voice echoed over the phone.

The man frowned slightly then finally said, “Hmm, okay.”

Daniel thought for a moment and asked, “What do you want to do in Hong Kong? Oh, by the way, there’s a music festival there soon. Do you want to check it out? Nah, you’re too antisocial. You’ve never liked going to such crowded places before. . .”

Who knew that the moment Daniel spoke, Min Chen’s expression turned dangerous and his voice darkened, “You knew there was going to be a festival?”

Daniel instinctively answered, “Of course I know. Christole received several invitations. Of course, nobody invited you, haha.”

Christole Mensa was their concertmaster, and he had a good reputation throughout the world. Several festivals and events invited masters to perform, so it was normal for Christole to receive an invitation.

Daniel’s laughter continued, “You’re not easy going like Christole, so of course people won’t want to invite you. Besides, it’s not like you’ll be willing to play the piano at a festival. Didn’t you say it yourself in your performance last year?”

Min Chen ignored Daniel’s deliberate teasing. He lowered his gaze and asked, “Is Christole going?”

Daniel said, “No, you’re not at the orchestra right now, so he’s in charge. How can he go?” Halfway through, Daniel seemed to have realized something, and he suddenly asked, “Min, why did you ask whether Christole was going or not? It can’t be. . . you want to go?!!!”

Min Chen nodded without expression: “Yes.”

“. . . If you have time to go to a music festival, then you should go back to the orchestra!!! You’re making people live difficult days!!! Let me tell you, you. . .”

Min Chen wisely and decisively ended the call before the person on the other end of the line could blow a fuse, and his apartment returned to its usual calmness. Min Chen looked at the gorgeous city. The lights were bright, but they were cold as they shone onto his solemn face.

“Hong Kong. . .”