Chapter 135 (2/2)

Luo Yu Sen was frozen in his seat even after Zayev left the box. He clenched the 100€ bill tightly, a year’s regret turning into tears, drenching his face——

“Ziwen… Ziwen, I really didn’t mean to kill you. I really didn’t… Zayev! Yes, it’s all him!!! I didn’t mean… to hurt you. You died of an asthma attack, it has nothing to do with me…”

The remorse carried the denial of his own sin.

Luo Yu Sen left the cafe around half an hour later. What he didn’t know was that just two minutes after he left, an ordinary looking foreign man dressed as a waiter walked into the box he had occupied.

That evening, Qi Mu received a small, unique- looking bug.

He plugged it and listened for a while. When he heard a certain someone’s tearful confession, he was slightly surprised. He couldn’t say what he felt, then. There was no hatred, perhaps. He just inexplicably thought that Luo Yu Sen’s life was funny…

You can still deceive yourself now?

In a way, the man was pathetic.

After listening to the bug’s contents, Qi Mu sent a text to Charles.

He wrote that he hoped Charles would tip off Evra, “Luo Yu Sen is acting very restless recently” and let a small music magazine make a report on “a private meeting between Wei Ai’s concertmaster and the former deputy chief of the second violin group of the Vienna Symphony Orchestra.”

About two days later, Qi Mu saw the report in a shifty tabloid.

Thanks to the strong musical influence in Vienna, gossip in the entertainment circle was sometimes not as interesting as that of the classical music circle.

After finishing all his work, Qi Mu asked Charles to keep the recording and not make anymore moves.

Too much work might lead to mistakes, so…

It was best to let the wise and upright Evra do all the hard work.

When there’s a chance… Maybe I will treat the man to a meal?

——Was Qi Mu’s thought.

A month after entering the Palisade Theatre Orchestra, Qi Mu has fully integrated himself into the family. Although the orchestra was indeed inferior to the Vienna Symphony Orchestra, Wei Ai, and New York Philharmonic, in general, Qi Mu understood the necessary factors of being a concertmaster.

Qi Mu was the concertmaster for more than a month when he was with the college’s orchestra before. But, because students were busy even in their spare time, they rarely rehearsed together. He only had the gist of it but never fully comprehend and experienced the responsibility of a concertmaster.

“Little Seven, I didn’t expect you to be so proficient with 《The Marriage of Figaro》. Our recent performances have been very wonderful!”

The resident conductor of their orchestra was a brown-haired Jewish man. He appreciated Qi Mu’s skills a lot and it was him who first agreed to invite Qi Mu to the orchestra.

Qi Mu shook hands with the conductor and smiled. “Thank you for your compliment, Mr. Wallace. I will continue to work hard.”

A gentle and polite young man would always be easily liked. And so, the whole Palisade Theatre Orchestra, including the conductor were all fond of their lovely, young concertmaster.

It happened that the orchestra’s once-a-week celebration dinner was that evening. Qi Mu didn’t refuse their invitations this time. When the group left the party, Qi Mu walked out with his violin case in hand. The cold wind sobered him up.

After a moment, a certain man who always had a knack for good timing…

Made a phone call.