Chapter 141 (2/2)

They should be thankful that Austria was a benevolent country. There was no death sentence, the worst punishment was life imprisonment. They would be locked up for the rest of their lives.

When Luo Yu Sen walked out of the interrogation room with sweat dripping down his back, he felt lucky that he changed his nationality to an Austrian. If he hadn’t, he would face a death penalty.

But, Luo Yu Sen….

Sometimes, living is far more tortuous than dying!

When Qi Mu cleared up the dishes and began to wash them, the man who’d been eating like a freeloader finally found his conscience and rose to help.

Looking at the long, slender fingers gently rubbing oil stains on the dishes, Qi Mu felt funny. Leaning against the cupboard, he said, “So from now on, I will cook and you will do the dishes?”

Min Chen scrubbed some particularly sticky grains of rice and nodded. “I’m very good at washing dishes.”

His tone was faintly proud, as if wanting some praise from the young man.

But, Qi Mu didn’t know how to praise. He started helping his adoptive parents with household chores when he was around six in his past life, and even then, he did more than this.

Qi Mu directly ignored the “Praise me” messages the man was giving off and began to tidy the room. As he was straightening up the room, Min Chen rinsed the last bowl with water and rested it on the disinfection rack.

The apartment was equipped with a dishwasher, but… Min Chen felt a little empty doing nothing.

When Min Chen left the kitchen in search of Qi Mu, he found the young man wiping the piano in the piano room.

The piano was actually very clean. Bright moonlight shone from the window, casting a metallic lustre on the piano board.

Seeing the man entering the room, Qi Mu wiped the center of the board and said, “Actually, I was planning to rest tonight and clean the room tomorrow, because you were supposed to come back tomorrow night. I didn’t expect you to return early.”

Qi Mu was relatively independent. He didn’t like people coming in and out of his house. Min Chen noticed, so he dismissed his maid early on.

But now that he saw the effort it took the young man to wipe the piano board, he regretted the decision a bit, thinking: Isn’t this piano… too big? Well, I should’ve bought a smaller one.

Looking at the young man wiping down the 9 foot Steinway, Min Chen wanted to cry.

Min Chen stopped Qi Mu from continuing. He took the cloth from the young man’s hand and put it aside. Under Qi Mu’s surprised gaze, he led the youth to sit on the piano stool with him, holding his hands.

The black and white keys shone brightly under the moonlight. Qi Mu still stared at Min Chen, his eyes wide in surprise.

Anyone who sat in front of such a grand piano couldn’t help but hold their breath.

Min Chen brought his hands to the keys, then covered them with Qi Mu’s. Qi Mu’s palms were a little smaller than Min Chen’s, but their fingers were almost the same length.

Qi Mu frowned, then asked, “What is it?”

“You told me to hold a separate recital for you, in this room.”

Because of the tight space and their posture, Min Chen’s deep and magnetic voice reverberated in Qi Mu’s ear. The warm exhalation brushed his ear, tingling Qi Mu’s senses.

Qi Mu finally remembered the words he impulsively uttered in his apartment in Paris. After thinking about it, he smiled helplessly. “Your recital goes on for more than two hours. Are you sure you can play them all right now?”

“No… Not all of them.”

Surprised, Qi Mu looked at the man, only to see Min Chen staring at him with a focused gaze. “Recently, there’s a melody that’s been stuck in my head. It’s short, but it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.”

Qi Mu’s eyes widened, “You have a new piece?!”

Min Chen gently nodded. “Yes. I’m a little busy right now, but I will finish it once I’m free.”

Qi Mu nodded. Looking at his hands on Min Chen’s, he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Yes, it’s good that you have a new piece, but I can’t play the piano. Even if you put my hands on yours, I couldn’t keep up with your speed, Min Chen.”

“It doesn’t matter. The piece is an adagio, a very slow adagio.”

“Really?”

There were two lamps in the room. One was a crystal chandelier at the center of the room. It shone brightly, lighting up the entire space once it was switched on. The other was on the wall, still bright, but dim in comparison.

Qi Mu didn’t turn on the chandelier when he entered. Looking at the man’s deep eyes under the dim glow, he was bewitched into agreeing to the ensemble.

The next moment, his fingers followed Min Chen’s, gently pressing the keys.