Chapter 85 (2/2)
“. . .”
After a moment of silence, Qi Mu said, “Daniel, my name. . . isn’t Angel. Please call me Seven.”
Daniel laughed and said, “Oh, that’s a lovely name, my Angel Seven!”
Qi Mu: “. . .”
At the word “Angel”, several members glanced up at Qi Mu. No one knew who started: “Are you the violinist who played 《Dance of the Goblins》?!” But, after that, all of them gathered around him.
“Oh God, your 《Dance of the Goblins》 was great!”
“Angel? So your name is Angel? I was never good with 《Dance of the Goblins》, your performance was really excellent!”
“Oh, Angel, do you want to join us too?”
. . .
One after the other, all the “Angel” comments drowned out Qi Mu. More and more members of the orchestra gathered together, and soon, they were squeezed Min Chen and Daniel into a corner.
Qi Mu: “. . .”
Really, his name wasn’t “Angel”!!!
Outside the crowd, Min Chen stared at the group so thick, he couldn’t see so much as the hair on Qi Mu’s head. He snorted and pursed his lips as he whispered, “Daniel, why didn’t you book a hotel instead of holding this meaningless family reunion? Did you leave your brain in Berlin?”
Daniel let out an exaggerated “Ah,” and mercilessly said, “Didn’t a certain someone inexplicably say that the party must be held today and very kind-heartedly offered up his own house as the venue?”
Min Chen: “. . .”
A certain someone just experienced what it meant to lift a stone and drop it on their own foot.
By the end of the party, Qi Mu had to explain his real name.
Unfortunately. . . after discovering Min Chen and Qi Mu had a phone call earlier, they all exchanged a glance. They shouted, with even more enthusiasm, “Angel, you have to visit us later,” “Angel, it’s a good habit to constantly call,” and “Angel, Bai Ai’s gate is already opened for you.”
Qi Mu: “. . .”
It was not easy to get to the end of the party. When it was over, Daniel realized their celebration, originally for Bai Ai’s successful concert, had turned into something else entirely. It was now about pestering Qi Mu with a chorus of “Little Angel, make more phone calls.”
Daniel screamed, “You useless fellows!”
At his side, Christole burst out laughing. “It seems like the conductor really likes Little Seven. I think. . . it’s good to have Little Seven call him more often and let the members relax a little, Daniel.”
“. . .”
Finally, after Qi Mu repeatedly vowed to make a daily phone call to Min Chen, the slippery members let him go. Qi Mu didn’t know whether to cry or laugh as he watched them leave one by one.
When Daniel was about to leave, Qi Mu also planned to hitch a ride, but Daniel shook his head in horror. “No, no, no. Angel, I. . . My car broke down, so I’m walking back.”
Qi Mu: “. . .”
Do you think I didn’t see you come by car?!
The door closed behind Daniel with a “click,” and Qi Mu picked up his coat helplessly. Before he could open his mouth, he saw Min Chen. His deep, dark eyes gazed at him, the corner of his lips curling. His heart skipped a beat. . .
A strange feeling burst from his chest.
“Xiao Qi.”
Qi Mu involuntarily gulped and nodded. “Yes.”
Why did he call me that name. . .
A smile flashed in Min Chen’s dark eyes. But his expression was still stern like he was about to begin a solemn conversation. “. . . I have something to tell you.”
Qi Mu: “. . . Wh. . . What?”
“Actually. . . I think. . .”
Qi Mu held his breath.
“Please. . . Help me clean this up.” Min Chen said calmly, raising a finger to point at the messy room.
Qi Mu: “. . .”
Do you have to make yourself look like a national leader for this?!!!