Chapter 94 (2/2)
A few hours later——
“Every time he was on the phone, it was actually Little Seven!”
The morning of the third day——
“Good heavens! The conductor]’s actually already proposed to him!!!”
Although the orchestra discussed it in private, and there were even some bets going on as to when their great Mr. Bertram was going to put an end to his diamond-bachelor status, on the surface, they still practiced diligently every day to prepare for the next season’s performance.
And now, their conference room was the freezing Pacific Ocean.
A handsome, indifferent man sat in a black chair, staring blankly ahead. On his right hand was a Rainier grey-gem fountain pen. He turned the delicate, beautiful pen between his slender fingers, the afterimage twirling like a flower.
In addition to playing piano, these hands could make even the simplest act of turning a pen appear graceful.
Opposite him at the conference table, Daniel raised his hands in surrender and said, “Min! You must believe me! I really, really didn’t tell anyone about you and Little Angel! You must believe me! I really didn’t tell anyone! If I really did. . . Then I will be bald later! No! I’ll be bald tomorrow!!!”
Christole, beside him, couldn’t help but laugh.
Min Chen glanced at Daniel casually, but it made the blond tremble, becoming cold/, and he shrank his neck fearfully.
After a long while, Min Chen spoke flatly, “You really want to shave your head?”
Daniel couldn’t respond for a moment, “…Eh? What?”
Christole kindly explained, “I think what Auston meant was you really will be bald now. After all. . . if it wasn’t you, then who?”
Daniel was immediately dissatisfied, “Min! We’ve known each other for more than ten years, do you really think I’m that kind of person? Watching my good brother who’s expected to be a bachelor all his life finding a person he likes, would I really disturb your pursuit? This is absolutely impossible! It wasn’t me!”
Min Chen glanced at Daniel, and Christole took the chance to say, “Daniel, you might not have told people directly but what about, like. . . Did you talk about it over the phone, in a conversation, or something in a public space?”
Daniel immediately retorted, “Who can I talk to about this? Only Angel, Min, Mister Farrell, and Professor Akkad know this, it’s impossible for them. . . Ah. . .”
Daniel choked on his words and stopped talking. Christole just smiled and asked, “So, who did you call?”
After a moment, Daniel burst into tears, “Min! I really didn’t mean to. . . If I hadn’t blocked Professor Akkad’s phone, how could you happily chat with Angel every day? Even though it doesn’t look like he’s been replying to you. . . But I did that for you!!!”
Min Chen: “. . .”
Christole: “. . .”
After repeated vows to repent, Min Chen was too lazy to listen to this broken-mouthed idiot. At a signal of his eyes, Christole smiled and left the room, leaving the two to solve their conflict. Daniel instinctively wanted to run away.
But before his legs could even take a step, the door closed with a “click.” He heard the other man’s low voice, “Stand up.”
Daniel’s back was drenched with sweat, and he turned his head with a dry smile, “Haha. . . Min. . .”
Min Chen stared at Daniel, not that far away, and his expression grew more and more solemn. After a while, he sighed and asked, “That Luo Yu Sen thing. . . did you get anything?”
Daniel straightened up at once, his face expressionless. He nodded solemnly and sat in the chair nearest to Min Chen. “He’s a little slippery. Someone over there in Vienna sent me a message just this morning. I think. . . it’s important.”
There was a faint flash in Min Chen’s eyes, and he nodded, indicating for Daniel to continue.
Outside the window, the Berlin sky was bright and blue, and in Dresden, a few hundred miles apart, Qi Mu carried his violin case into the Dresden Symphony Orchestra’s rehearsal hall.
This is the first time he would work with the world’s oldest symphony orchestra.
He had been just an observer the past two days, but now, he really was——
Participating.