Not only that, at the very end, he played Schubert’s Träumerei. The sound of the piano was like a paintbrush, leading him into that beautiful and romantic scroll of art.
He even treated him to a meal after finishing the performance. Jiang Qing had played for a long time, and Ji Qiuchi could see the beads of sweat dropping from the other man’s forehead.
In a piano performance, those who love it naturally reap the pleasure; Ji Qiuchi enjoyed it immensely, and seeing him like this, Jiang Qing also revealed a smile.
But before the meal could even begin, Zhao Xuan’s phone call came through. He was suppressing his rage: “Where are you right now?”
“Nowhere special, just out for a stroll,” Ji Qiuchi said.
“You still went to the concert hall. You actually dared to make him, who had already performed for two hours, play for you once more!” Zhao Xuan’s voice rose.
Is he that perverted? Did he actually have them under surveillance?
The veins on Ji Qiuchi’s forehead throbbed. On this side, Jiang Qing silently looked toward Ji Qiuchi’s phone, his expression seemingly cooling by two degrees.
Logically, Jiang Qing should not have been able to hear it, but Ji Qiuchi noticed Jiang Qing’s expression and, for some reason, felt a bit guilty. He took a step back and looked around but didn’t see anyone monitoring them. Wait… could it be the phone?
A look of loathing appeared in the depths of his eyes as he spoke to Zhao Xuan on the other end of the line: “You have no right to control me.”
This time, Zhao Xuan could no longer hold back his temper: “Don’t forget who has been supporting you for all these years, and who is saving your mother! You signed this contract yourself! Come home immediately.”
The other party hung up the phone. Jiang Qing looked at him: “What’s wrong? It’s already quite late; let’s go back after finishing the meal.”
True, he had already made him angry anyway, so it didn’t matter if he was a little bit later. Besides, if he’s angry, he’s angry; he wasn’t the original owner of this body.
During these past days, being locked in that house like a dog and having to do whatever the other person said—it would be strange not to become ill.
Ji Qiuchi happily ate dinner with Jiang Qing, while Zhao Xuan went into a frenzy because he hadn’t returned promptly, and tracked them down halfway through the meal.
With this kind of repeated interruption, even Ji Qiuchi found it difficult to maintain a polite face.
“Ah Qing, what a coincidence, you’re eating here too?”
Zhao Xuan strode in. He looked as if he were about to die of anger, yet he still managed to feign a look of coincidence. When he saw Jiang Qing, he even put on an expression of surprise.
In his heart, Jiang Qing wished he could kill him, but on the surface, he remembered to maintain his persona, speaking coldly: “I invited a friend to spend the evening and have dinner with me today.”
Zhao Xuan looked at Ji Qiuchi: “Oh, then you won’t mind adding one more, right?”
Without even waiting for Jiang Qing to reply, he sat down of his own accord, staring straight at Ji Qiuchi, while Ji Qiuchi simply wanted to call the police.
Jiang Qing frowned: “Let’s get together another time when there is an opportunity.”
Clearly, Jiang Qing was dissatisfied with Zhao Xuan’s intrusion. Ji Qiuchi kept his nose to the grindstone, acting as if he knew nothing, and didn’t look at Zhao Xuan at all, who was staring at him with a deathly gaze.
However, Zhao Xuan had long found his temper unbearable because of Jiang Qing playing that rendition of Träumerei; how could he possibly leave so easily?
Of course, perhaps it was also because Ji Sheng, who had never disobeyed him before, actually dared to slap his face in such a manner, but ultimately, he could not accept the current scene.
Zhao Xuan spoke: “Ah Qing, when making friends, you should take a good look at who is worth associating with. Ji Sheng, no matter why you are actually approaching Ah Qing, he is not a person you should provoke.”
Ji Qiuchi’s explosive temper could not tolerate this.
He spoke with a look of sorrow: “Ah Qing, let’s eat this meal another time. It’s my fault; I shouldn’t have appeared here. I know I have nothing and am not worthy of being your friend.”
Jiang Qing’s face turned cold, and he suddenly grabbed Ji Qiuchi’s wrist: “Zhao Xuan! It is you who interrupted us and even spoke so rudely to him. Ah Sheng, let’s change to another restaurant.”
Ji Qiuchi was led away by Jiang Qing. As he left, he glanced back at Zhao Xuan, whose eyes were red with rage. Hmm, that felt good.
After finishing the meal, he did not go home, nor could he really go back. Jiang Qing took him directly into his own home. “You can stay here with me for the time being. There is no need to be formal with me; we are friends, aren’t we?”
Ji Qiuchi moved in with a clear conscience. One could only say that as expected of the “White Moonlight,” he was a good person; the decoration and taste were very much to his liking simple and elegant. Just like the man himself, it gave off a very comfortable and relaxing feeling.
On the other side, Zhao Xuan seemed to still want to speak ill of him to Jiang Qing, but he did not expect that Jiang Qing would not even pick up his calls.
He had even blacklisted him, to the point that early the next morning, Zhao Xuan came over to knock on the door, appearing as though he wanted to apologize.
When Ji Qiuchi came out, he had no intention of going back. At this moment, he was eating a delicious breakfast made by the White Moonlight, watching with his own eyes as Zhao Xuan explained himself at the door to Jiang Qing, while Jiang Qing blocked the main entrance and did not let the other party in.
Ji Qiuchi “just happened” to finish eating. He carried the plate and walked over, allowing Zhao Xuan to see him clearly.
Ji Qiuchi, however, had not blacklisted him, and had not even changed his phone; instead, he openly let the other party hear about the time he spent with his White Moonlight.
Looking at the dark circles under Zhao Xuan’s eyes, he probably hadn’t been able to sleep all night. Tsk, tsk, how pitiful.
Zhao Xuan left, but before long, he sent a message to him.
2b: What do you mean by this? If you really have an issue with me, you can take it out on me.
Ji Qiuchi: I have no issue. Jiang Qing and I are friends, and I am learning from him. He is even teaching me piano personally. I plan to stay at his house permanently. Don’t miss me too much; I’m not coming back.
2b: Ji Sheng! If he knew what kind of person you are, do you think he would still be friends with you?
Ji Qiuchi: Then do you dare to say it? Say that you kept me as a mistress, and that you treated me as his substitute. A person as clean as him would probably be disgusted to death by you because of this matter and would never speak to you again.
2b: What on earth do you want to do? Just what will it take for you to leave him?!
It seemed the scumbag was truly quite close to a breakdown, but Ji Qiuchi had no time to deal with him.
Because Jiang Qing took him to various places to participate in performances and officially publicized Ji Qiuchi’s status as his disciple.
“This is the fastest way to bring you into this circle,” Jiang Qing smiled somewhat apologetically.
Ji Qiuchi didn’t mind at all. “What does it matter? Teacher Jiang, you are teaching me the piano anyway.”
He winked mischievously, and a smile blossomed on his face.
Jiang Qing was completely captivated, subconsciously swallowing his saliva. “Okay.”
Ji Qiuchi did not disappoint the other party. In an open-air performance, he went full throttle. Thus, after the performance ended, he received the applause of the entire audience.
As Jiang Qing’s only disciple, many people were paying attention to Ji Qiuchi during this piano performance. Ji Qiuchi looked young, and the notes dancing from his fingertips captured the hearts of almost everyone.
Everyone could clearly feel that Ji Qiuchi’s piano playing was more passionate it was a volcano, a tsunami. Unlike Jiang Qing’s elegant “Spring Snow,” it was another kind of extreme simplicity and heartbeat.
Shadows followed the two of them. Zhao Xuan, who found that the two were happy and joyful, only felt that something had spiraled out of control, like a shattered vase that could never be repaired.
Now, Ji Qiuchi had even directly stepped into the piano world, becoming a rising star of the season, with topics about him everywhere.
Next, Ji Qiuchi signed up for many difficult piano competitions, becoming the dark horse contestant that everyone predicted would win. For no other reason than that his teacher, Jiang Qing, was world-famous.
With Jiang Qing’s help, Ji Qiuchi had long ago moved his mother to a different hospital ward and also found time to check on Zhao Xuan’s situation.
As expected, when an emotionally unstable person does things, they easily mess them up not to mention that Jiang Qing was making moves behind the scenes.
Zhao Xuan’s family business had been somewhat turbulent lately, and the man looked even more haggard.
But even so, he still followed them all over the world. It made Ji Qiuchi feel a bit of heartache. Of course, that was a joke; scumbags deserve it, and feeling sorry for a scumbag leads to a lifetime of bad luck.
On the day Ji Qiuchi won the championship of the New Star-Sea Piano Competition, a fan presented him with passionate roses.
“Sheng Sheng, we all thought you might like these. Keep it up! We will always support you.”
The little fan looked like she was under eighteen, her face flushed with excited perspiration. Before Ji Qiuchi’s hand could touch the carefully cultivated, fresh, and fragrant expensive red roses, he was fixed by a scorching gaze.
Turning around, Jiang Qing revealed a gentle smile. It was as if lilies were blooming behind him, but for some reason, Ji Qiuchi felt inexplicably cold looking at him.
But he still accepted the roses.
“Thanks for the support, but you should still study hard and save some money to buy food for yourself,” Ji Qiuchi said.
“I’m not in school anymore, I’m working. Okay, I understand.”
The little fan was also caught between laughter and tears. She looked at Ji Qiuchi, then at Jiang Qing waiting behind him, and suddenly plucked up the courage to speak: “Then next time we’ll just bring you a single one! I know there are many other people who like you, and they will give you many flowers too… However, don’t just casually accept ninety-nine of them, otherwise I will be very sad.”
The little girl left after speaking, leaving Ji Qiuchi looking bewildered as she departed. Jiang Qing gave a laugh. “So that’s how it is. It’s one hundred and one roses.”
Ji Qiuchi also looked at the roses in his hand; upon counting them, they really were.
“I have also prepared a gift for you, though not as many as theirs. Only nineteen.”
Jiang Qing likewise took out a bouquet of roses that were exquisitely packaged and vivid.
This time, Ji Qiuchi was truly shocked. It was one thing for fans, but Jiang Qing for a person like him to actually give someone roses, and nineteen of them with such deep meaning.
When Zhao Xuan came over, he saw Jiang Qing handing the roses to Ji Sheng. His anger and resentment over this period had reached their absolute peak. He broke through the crowd, grabbed the roses, and threw them onto the ground.
“Jiang Qing, do not be deceived by him! The reason he approached you was only to take revenge on me. He will definitely hurt you!”
The reporters on the scene instantly boiled over. The sound of flashes and shutters rang out continuously.
Jiang Qing stared blankly at the roses fallen on the ground. For a split second, his expression became extremely terrifying. When he slowly looked toward Zhao Xuan, at this moment, he even made Zhao Xuan feel a sense of strangeness and chill.
But very quickly, he lowered his head, grabbed Ji Qiuchi’s hand, and led him into the car. The two of them left the chaotic venue together.
Jiang Qing was also somewhat lost in thought while in the car. Nineteen roses the language of flowers is “a lifetime of longevity.”
Jiang Qing no, Qi Ye what he wanted was even more than just one life; it was generation after generation, for all eternity. Having been separated for so long, Chi Chi had clearly said he would marry him and be with him.
But he had vanished. Having finally reunited, the feeling of gain and loss and the fear of the future weighed him down at this moment.
He didn’t necessarily believe in the so-called language of flowers, but he had indeed been suppressing himself for a long time. He was very certain that in this world, Chi Chi did not remember him again.
No, it should be said that the other party had never remembered him, never remembered their past.
“Brother Lin, go to the flower shop.”
Just then, Ji Qiuchi’s clear voice entered his ears.
Ji Qiuchi turned back to look at Jiang Qing: “That fellow is truly too unlucky and ominous. Don’t mind him. Teacher Jiang, buy me a new bouquet.”
Jiang Qing’s voice was somewhat raspy, but he was ultimately relieved: “Okay.”
Although the incident had passed, the matters regarding them were still fermenting on the internet especially Zhao Xuan’s madness, as he seemed to want to destroy Ji Qiuchi.
He directly stated that he had kept Ji Sheng as a mistress, that he had a relationship with him, and also the matter of him liking Jiang Qing.
A love triangle? Netizens only felt bewildered. Aren’t Ji Sheng and Jiang Qing master and disciple?