BOSS Transmigrates as a Little Cutie - Chapter 117

Until after the banquet, Xiang Chenyu did not come out from the music room. In the corridor on the second floor, the sound of violin echoed throughout. The silent and gloomy child was practicing the violin.

The parents have been used to this behavior of Xiang Chenyu, or rather, his way of dealing with the family was the result of his parents’ and Xiang Chenjin’s efforts.

When Xiang Chenjin first came back to the Xiang family, Xiang Chenyu was apprehensive but still went up to try to talk. However, the results did not make him happy. Father and Mother Xiang were focused on Xiang Chenjin. In the eyes of the family of three, Xiang Chenyu is simply an eyesore. Whether he is standing or sitting, it was annoying to see.

The young Xiang Chenyu could not blend into their lives and did not want to bear the inexplicable reprimand of his mother, so once he saw the three of them together, he obediently practiced in the music room. Sometimes the nanny would call him for dinner only when the three of them were done eating.

But thinking about how Xiang Chenyu behaved tonight in front of all the guests, Mother Xiang suddenly became dissatisfied again. She carried a fruit plate and placed it in front of Xiang Chenjin while complaining towards Father Xiang, “He’s too evasive today, isn’t he? If people don’t know better, they will think that our Xiang family has treated him badly!”

There was no weakness in Mother Xiang’s words. Apparently, she really felt that the Xiang family did not treat Xiang Chenyu badly. After all, in her view, the fact that they adopted Chenyu, an orphan who could not be seen, fed him, clothed him, and taught him music was already a great gift. As for Xiang Chenyu’s disappearing talent and his deaf ear, it was clearly his own failure. What did it have to do with the Xiang family?

Father Xiang did not pay attention to Mother Xiang, who was rambling, but put down the newspaper in his hand and walked towards the music room upstairs: “I’ll go and take a look.”

Unlike Mother Xiang, Father Xiang is highly utilitarian, and he also knows exactly what he wants. In his early years, Father Xiang also had dreams about music, but reality hit him hard. He soon realized that his talent was not good and that he might not be able to reach the level of Turris and Rosef in his lifetime.

But Father Xiang also yearned for the enormous appeal of a musician and the honor and wealth he could obtain, so when the ten-year-old Xiang Chenyu appeared on the Internet, Father Xiang was immediately taken with the idea. He quickly went through the adoption process before the rest of the people who wanted to adopt Xiang Chenyu moved.

Father Xiang, who lacked talent, used his imaginary method to teach Chenyu with the most severe means, desperately trying to raise Chenyu into a first-class violinist or even the greatest musician, but using this method wore his talent down to nothing. Seeing that this child, who was full of spirit in his childhood, could no longer play the beautiful sound of the violin, Father Xiang was utterly disappointed and brought a sense of anger to his harsh teaching of Xiang Chenyu.

Now seeing Xiang Chenyu shine again, Father Xiang thought again. He remembered an underground casino that seemed to have made a fresh way to play.

The casino selects difficult pieces for different players to play, simulating the procedure of an international music competition. However, people are betting behind the scenes to collect money.

Since Xiang Chenyu can play “Flowing Water”, there should be no problem participating in this competition.

Father Xiang’s eyes were greedy, and he had just stepped onto the corridor on the second floor when he saw the butler running over in a hurry and said to them, “Sir, madam, someone from the Wei family has come to visit.”

“The Wei family?” Hearing the butler’s words, Father Xiang immediately stopped himself and turned to walk down again.

The Wei family’s status was not trivial. The Wei family was visiting, and it was not right for him, the head of the family, not to go and greet them.

When Xiang Chenjin heard the butler’s words, he first raised his eyebrows in surprise, then smiled in understanding and said, “Maybe it’s Shiang who came to see me?”

“Shiang? Sweetie, you actually know Wei Shiang?” Mother and Father Xiang were surprised to see how familiar Xiang Chenjin looked when talking about Wei Shiang.

Although the Xiang family is well-known in the capital, but to put it nicely, Father and Mother Xiang are only not very famous musicians. They have nothing to do with the Wei family, which is a powerful family. At this time, when they heard that their precious son knew the youngest heir of the Wei family, Wei Shiang, how could they not be surprised?

After all, the world knows that the current head of the Wei family, Wei Changxiu seems to have some kind of problem. He does not get close to women and may have to give up his position to Wei Shiang in a few years.

Looking at his parents’ surprised eyes, Xiang Chenjin smiled but did not say anything.

Not long after, the visitor came in.

The person who came was Wei Ming, but even though the person who came was not an important person in the Wei family, Xiang Chenjin and his mother were still flattered.

Father Xiang immediately welcomed him and greeted, “Mr. Wei, please sit down!”

Wei Ming did not have the heart to exchange pleasantries with his father. He started the conversation by saying, “Is Mr. Xiang Chenyu here? I’ve been to his school, but it was said that he returned home tonight.”

“Xiang Chenyu?” Upon hearing Wei Ming’s words, Father Xiang froze, and he cautiously asked, “Are you sure the one you’re looking for is Xiang Chenyu?”

Not Xiang Chenjin?

“Yes, it’s Mr. Xiang Chenyu who successfully played “Flowing Water” in the International Music Competition!” Wei Ming nodded his head while his ears caught the subtle sound of the violin and looked upstairs.

After receiving Wei Ming’s affirmation, Father Xiang was still a bit in disbelief.

Mother Xiang at the side also hesitantly looked at Xiang Chenjin. Although Xiang Chenjin’s face remained unchanged, his hand on his knee was fiercely clenched into a fist.

When did Xiang Chenyu meet the Wei family? Could it be that he could attract even the Wei family just because he played “Flowing Water”?

The jealousy that had been suppressed since Xiang Chenyu shone in the preliminary round finally broke through again and surged in Xiang Chenjin’s heart, which reminded him once again of the crisis he felt when he first returned to the Xiang family. Facing Xiang Chenyu, who was called a prodigy, he was simply like a vulgar beggar!

The sound of the violin that had been echoing on the second floor abruptly stopped. Qing Yun raised his head and frowned at the butler outside the door, “What did you say? The Wei family is looking for me?”

The butler also slightly collected his attitude at this time and respectfully said, “Yes, Mr. Wei Ming asks you to take a trip up to the Wei family’s old residence.”

Qing Yun put away his violin and bowed his head for a moment before replying, “Okay, I’ll go down later.”

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The Wei family was looking for him? Was it related to Wei Shiang?

Qing Yun did not get much information about the Wei family, only that Wei Shiang ended up with Xiang Chenjin. Xiang Chenyu was just a small supporting character who was jealous and kept tripping up the two, but in turn, pushed them closer and closer.

His gloominess sets off Xiang Chenjin’s cheerfulness. Moreover, his incomparable mechanical music highlighted Xiang Chenjin’s talent in music, making Wei Shiang, who already likes music, become increasingly interested in Xiang Chenjin.

In any case, Xiang Chenyu does not have much contact with the Xiang family, so it is reasonable to say that the Wei family has no reason to come looking for him. It can’t be that Wei Shiang called him over just to try to fix him up, right?

In the end, Qing Yun got into the Wei family’s car under the eyes of the three Xiang family members, who were either surprised or jealous.

Qing Yun found that the so-called Mr. Wei did not say a word to him all the way to the Wei family’s old house. It was already eleven o’clock at night. The entire Wei family mansion was lit up, and the servants in the mansion were hurrying in and out.

Wei Ming quickly ran into the house, grabbed the housekeeper, and asked with slight urgency, “How is the boss?”

The housekeeper shook his head with a bitter face towards Wei Ming: “Just after the manic episode, the doctor injected a sedative, but the young master unexpectedly woke up and immediately fell into a depressive state. This time it was more serious, and it was useless to put the “Flowing Water” that had a miraculous effect before.”

“I got Mr. Xiang Chenyu. I hope his playing can ease the boss’s state a bit.” Wei Ming introduced the young man behind him.

“Oh? It’s that Xiang Chenyu who played ‘Flowing Water’?” The housekeeper looked at Qing Yun and raised his eyebrows in surprise. Then the housekeeper looked at Wei Ming in a meaningful way.

Wei Ming read the other’s meaning and let out a bitter smile, “Even if the boss doesn’t agree, I still have to invite Mr. Xiang over.”

He didn’t say anything more and directly took Qing Yun up to the second floor.

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Qing Yun followed behind Wei Ming and his brows furrowed subtly. What did this Wei Ming mean by what he said to the housekeeper? And who is the boss they are talking about?

A name skipped through Qing Yun’s mind – Wei Changxiu. In the information he had received, Wei Changxiu was the current head of the Wei family but seemed to have some mental illness and was soon replaced by Wei Shiang.

But if we go by the original direction of the world, at this time of the International Music Competition, Wei Changxiu had already been sent to a mental hospital by the rest of the Wei family who wanted to seize power in a joint effort.

Step by step to the second floor, he saw the extremely serious bodyguards in the second floor hall and a few medical personnel. Qing Yun’s heart slowly became clear.

Domineering and strong, he took control of the huge Wei family with a sick body and completely changed Wei Changxiu’s original fate. Who is it if not that man?

Standing in the hall, Qing Yun looked at the closed door of the room, turned his head, and asked Wei Ming: “What do you need me to do?”

As he asked, he took out his violin. In his opinion, there was no guarantee that the reason why the Wei family could look for him was not because of his musical talent, that’s why Qing Yun had brought his violin with him, and now it seemed he should be right.

Wei Changxiu has a natural bipolar disorder, and that man has a wound in his soul, which may be what affected him into this state.

“All you need to do is play here, just play the song “Flowing Water” that you played in the preliminary round of the International Music Competition, and try to do it without any difference. Of course, the Wei family will pay you, and you will earn no less than the world’s best concerts.”

Wei Ming’s eyes contained pressure as he looked at the black-haired teenager in front of him. Despite his respectful tone, his words still carried a vague threat. After all, the boss’s safety must be taken seriously. To Wei Ming, the teenager is just a newly famous and controversial violinist. Wei Ming only treats him as medicine for Wei Changxiu to look at, so where can he really be respectful? If he is really respectful, he will not be so casual to bring someone from the Xiang family.

Qing Yun looked at him and placed the violin on his shoulder but did not play “Flowing Water” as Wei Ming had instructed. Instead, he played another incredibly healing piece of music according to his own judgment.

The gentle sound of the violin like a fresh breeze rang out, and even more gently drilled into the doorway, into the ears of Wei Changxiu, who was in depression in the bedroom. The man’s gaze almost instantly blossomed.

When Wei Ming heard the teenager playing the wrong music, he frowned and had to speak to stop it, but was stopped by the teenager’s terribly cold eyes.

Wei Ming was stunned. He could not imagine that this small youth, who looked so quiet, could show such eyes.

As Qing Yun finished playing the gentle and healing serenade, and after the last note fell to the ground, Wei Changxiu’s calm and majestic voice came from inside the firmly closed door of that room: “Wei Ming, go and get the punishment yourself.”

Wei Ming’s figure paused, but he was even more surprised. The song Xiang Chenyu played was not the one from that day. How did the boss instantly identify that the person he invited here today was the one who played that song the other day?

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