Chapter 157 (1/2)

On the plane to Vienna, Qi Mu couldn’t be bothered to even throw a glance at the man beside him, rubbing the slight soreness at his waist. He was already kind enough not to elbow him, but to ask him to care?

The blue sky and white clouds outside the window bore witness to the handsome man thoughtfully serving hot coffee to the young man beside him. In return, the young man snorted softly and took the provided air meal, then sat it on the small table. Despite the exchange, the young man still refused to look at him.

Min Chen: “……”

After a while, he leaned over, “You’re not angry, you’re not angry, you’re not angry.”

Qi Mu: “……”

A moment later, Min Chen repeated, “You’re not angry, you’re not angry, you’re not angry.”

Qi Mu was thoroughly amused, “I’m angry!”

There was a smile in Min Chen’s eyes. “You’re not angry anymore.”

No matter how firm the idea was in Qi Mu’s head, when he saw this man’s “you can’t bear to be angry with me” expression, it completely vanished. He chuckled, “If your fans saw you like this… what would they say?”

Min Chen raised his eyes and asked rhetorically, “Don’t you appreciate me more?”

Qi Mu: “……”

After a few seconds, Qi Mu said blankly, “There’s a bug on your shoulder.”

Immediately, the man straightened, his eyes solemnly wide. He didn’t dare breathe too loudly. Min Chen kept a calm look on his face, but demanded, word by word, “Where. Is. It….”

Qi Mu laughed loudly, “How are there bugs on a plane? You’re thinking too much… eh…”

Then, Qi Mu leaned in, “Angry?”

Expressionless, Min Chen said, “No.”

“… Really angry, ah?”

“… No.”

Qi Mu’s mouth twitched a little, and he helplessly sighed, “Actually really angry.”

Min Chen: “……”

The long voyage was spent exchanging the two sentences, “You’re angry” and “No.” It was evening by the time they arrived in Vienna. Gorgeous rays of sunlight dyed the sky in magnificent shades of purple, while the air’s floral fragrance made the city feel lively as if it had yet to enter winter.

Min Chen claimed he was angry, but when Qi Mu secretly took his hand between the seats, he just leaned over and playfully rubbed his cheek against Qi Mu’s hair like a large dog.

The two gathered their luggage and took the shuttle to their apartment. As they walked, Qi Mu remembered, “Is it okay if you don’t go back and deal with Bai Ai’s affairs? Though the members took a holiday two weeks ago, I remember Daniel, Christole, and you didn’t have one.”

Min Chen shook his head, “It’s been mostly dealt with. Daniel will email me the important information.”

Qi Mu didn’t ask any further questions, and, together, the two got off the shuttle at three streets away from Min Chen’s apartment. They had to walk the rest of the way.

In a city so filled with classical music, Min Chen raised the collar of his coat and donned his sunglasses, covering his face.

Even so, they’d just taken two steps when they heard a cry from behind, “Good… good heavens! It’s you!!!”

Surprised, Qi Mu turned around to see a middle-aged woman carrying a vegetable basket, staring at them in shock. In the next second, she rushed over.

Qi Mu reluctantly took two steps aside, intending to let the fan get closer to her idol, but when he took a step aside, so did the woman.

Qi Mu: “……?”

“Are you Little Seven?! I’ve heard your 《The Marriage of Figaro》 at the Palisade Theatre before. It was great! The best 《Figaro》 I’ve ever heard! God, I didn’t expect to see you on the street! What to do, what to do… I didn’t bring pen and paper…”

Qi Mu took the pen Min Chen silently handed over, still surprised. He wrote his name on a piece of paper and smiled, “Thank you for your affections. I’m honored to bring you wonderful music. Thank you for your support.”