Chapter 83 (2/2)

Not doubting him in the slightest, Luo Yu Sen gave his phone number to the young man. After they walked for a bit and left the dimly-lit street, Luo Yu Sen realized——

He didn’t even know the kid’s name!

“Then. . . May I ask, what is your name?”

Under the dim moonlight, the youth’s lip curled upwards, making him look even more ethereal. He opened his mouth, and with a mild voice, he said, “My name is——”

“Qi Mu.”

When Luo Yu Sen walked away, he didn’t notice that the young man whom he had just called a fool, smiled and stared him down.

His deep eyes were neither sad nor unhappy. He showed no agitation, either. He was seemingly just watching Luo Yu Sen.

After a long while, Qi Mu smiled, a bit helplessly. He sighed, “Your character is still very arrogant, ah. . . Luo Yu Sen, you actually gave your contact information to an innocent looking young man, and you spoke to him for so long. Should I say that you’re too confident in yourself or should I say. . . that you’re a fool?”

Watching Luo Yu Sen’s figure fade away from the corner of the street, Qi Mu shook his head gently and turned to the opposite direction.

The reason he came to Luo Yu Sen personally was to find out——

Just whose road did he block in the first place?

When Luo Yu Sen mentioned it in that lounge in his previous life, Qi Mu’s first suspicion was Jacques, the concertmaster of the Vienna Symphony Orchestra.

He was only the deputy concertmaster, but he was invited by the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra, and Jacques wasn’t. . .

It was a major blow to Jacques.

But, all of this was just his speculation. There was no solid evidence.

Therefore, even if Qi Mu doubted Jacques, there is no way to prove it.

Letting out a sigh, Qi Mu looked up at the night sky. Just as he did, a cloud blew from the east, blocking the dim crescent moon.

Qi Mu looked calmly at the dark and gloomy sky. It took him a long while before he finally lifted his feet and walked towards the subway’s entrance.

If he wanted to forget and calm his resentment, he must first solve this matter.

This was a stumbling block in his music path and the inevitable obstacle in his otherwise future peaceful life.

『Compared to Beethoven, in fact. . . I prefer Mozart.』

——Qi Mu smiled helplessly and thought this to himself.

Huaxia had an old saying: The mantis stalked the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

Qi Mu walked briskly to the subway station and on the quiet and empty street, his footsteps gentle on the stairs and vanquished by the whistling by the train.

In the street that late at night, not even a single person’s shadow lingered. The only noise in the night was the wind slowly blowing the leaves on the ground, making “sha sha sha” sounds. There wasn’t a trace of anyone on the street, only two or three cars parked on the side of the road.

One of the cars was deathly silent as if no one waited within.

But. . . after ten minutes of pitch-black silence, the black Bentley flicked on its headlights, illuminating the entire street.

In the car, a handsome man stared ahead, in the direction of the subway.

The previous day, Min Chen learned from Daniel that the Vienna Symphony Orchestra would hold their Spring Tour’s last concert in Europe that night. Somehow. . . after his busy rehearsal, he drove there.

He had the vague premonition that Qi Mu would be there.

Min Chen was disinclined to ask about a lot of things. But regarding this matter, his patience and curiosity were getting the better of him.

He watched the audience leave the front entrance in tandem until the streets were empty. He watched the members of the Vienna Symphony Orchestra leaving, laughing and smiling, and watched the young man. . . stop someone he recognized.

Eyebrows furrowed, Min Chen sighed into the boundless darkness.

This time. . . he had a question he might not be able to solve for a lifetime.