King of Classical Music - Chapter 143

When his old friend entrusted his beloved student to him, Lance ensured that he took good care of Qi Mu. Besides, Little Seven was a lovely child, so when he came to Vienna, Lance watched over him with a careful eye. When Wallace said that Qi Mu was ill, naturally, he called to ask.

But his first call wasn't answered, and neither was the second! Only on his third call did someone finally answer.

It wasn't easy to get the call connected but when it got through… Lance was shocked by the person who answered.

Because of family matters and his health, Lance faded out of the classical music circle as early as a decade ago. In the beginning, he still performed a few times, but he rarely did so as of late. He just stayed in Vienna peacefully in his old age.

However, the name Auston Bertram didn't escape him. To be honest, while he had heard of this king of the new generation, he didn't pay much attention to him. When this man suddenly appeared in Qi Mu's home and spoke with him, he suddenly realized——

"Little Seven's little girlfriend is back and he's still there?! This is a problem!"

At noon that day, Lance went to Qi Mu's house carrying a large bag of fruits, cereal and nutritional products with him. When he was downstairs, he was quite stunned. It was a high-end community, located at the center of Vienna. It certainly wasn't cheap.

He'd had Qi Mu's address for a while, but he didn't pay enough attention to it. Now that he was there for the first time, he subconsciously thought, "Little Seven… is quite rich?"

When he reached the top floor and saw the man at the door, they stared at each other for a while before he smiled and said, "Hello, Auston Bertram. I'm here to visit Little Seven."

After he answered Lance's call, he didn't expect the old man to visit Qi Mu in person. But his behavior touched him a bit, as it meant that the old man really cared for Qi Mu.

Min Chen politely led Lance to Qi Mu's room, where he was surprised to see the old man. After hearing Lance's intention, Qi Mu was very moved and talked a lot with him.

"Mr. Lance, I'm really fine. Sorry for troubling you to visit me in person."

Lance smiled and shook his head. "Little Seven, since your teacher entrusted your care to me, I have to do it well. I'm relieved to see you're fine. You need to take care of yourself, the seasons are changing now. I heard many people caught a cold, did you catch a cold too?"

Feeling the pain in his backside, Qi Mu calmly smiled and said, "It seems so, Mr. Lance. My throat is a bit sore."

As he spoke, he glared at the man sitting at his side. Min Chen kept his head down with a thick face, focusing on peeling an apple. His face was calm as his fingers moved, and after a short while, a cleanly peeled apple rested in his hands.

He'd already washed it before Lance came, so after he finished peeling it, Min Chen offered the apple to Qi Mu. But the next second, Qi Mu handed the apple over to Lance and said, "Mr. Lance, would you like this apple? It's very sweet."

Min Chen: "…"

After knowing Qi Mu for a while, Lance was familiar enough that he didn't refuse. "Thank you very much, Little Seven. But it seems to have troubled Auston."

"No trouble, none at all," Qi Mu said, "He plays piano a lot, so his fingers are extremely dextrous."

Min Chen: "………………"

But I cut it for you, humph!

Although he was haughty and wanted to be spoiled, under the young man's threatening glare that screamed "Do you want to do it or not?", Min Chen had no choice but to deadpan, "Well, I can do it. I can also cut it into the shape of a flower."

"Oh? Really?!"

Lance was interested while Qi Mu only smiled.

Auston Bertram, nicknamed "The King" of the classical music world, was like a virtuous housewife now. Like waving his baton and playing the piano, his hands cut the apple into a flower.

Lance was very surprised. "It's really beautiful!"

Min Chen puffed out his chest, waiting for the young man's praise.

"Well, this is very simple for him. There's not much to say."

Min Chen: "……"

After chatting for a bit, Min Chen was sent away to clean the apartment while Qi Mu accompanied Lance to tour the apartment.

Lance was a nostalgic man whose house was designed in the style of medieval Europe. He rarely saw such a modern Bauhaus styled home. Therefore, he was really interested in taking a look from every angle.

When they arrived in front of a tall, mahogany door, Qi Mu said, "Mr. Lance, this is the piano room. I've practiced here since I came to Vienna. You can come in and take a look."

Mr. Lance smiled and nodded. "Okay, Little Seven."

The beautiful young man gently pushed the door open.

The bright yet gentle sunlight shone through the crack of the door. The golden sunlight was like a layer of tulle, covering the room and the man cleaning the piano.

Qi Mu: "……"

Min Chen: "……"

"Bang——"

Before Lance could see clearly, Qi Mu hurriedly slammed the door close. Under the inexplicable eyes of the old man, Qi Mu smiled stiffly and said, "Mr. Lance… There were a lot of things placed here a few days ago that need to be sorted out before anyone can come in."

Lance: "……?"

You just said you practiced here everyday….

Qi Mu gritted his teeth. "Let's go and take a look at other places."

Lance: "….Yeah."

Outside, the young man continued to take the maestro on a tour of the house. Inside, the man calmly worked with a wet towel. The fingers that were supposed to only play the piano were carefully wiping the very thin seams along the piano keys, clearing away some possibly condemning evidence inside.

You gotta clean up the crime scene.

And since he chose the piano room… he would bear the consequences.

Wiping the stool, Min Chen thought, How about putting the cover down while doing it? Well… let's try it later when we have the chance.

Lance left after lunch. Before leaving, he told Qi Mu in a lot of words to take care of his health, leaving Qi Mu feeling touched. But, when he stepped one foot outside the door, Lance suddenly remembered, "Oh, yes, Little Seven. Why didn’t I see your lovely little girlfriend?"

Min Chen instantly froze, quietly looking at the young man by his side.

Qi Mu's smile slowly brightened. Under Lance's confused gaze, he suddenly pulled Min Chen’s arm and said, "Mr. Lance, actually… he's my little girlfriend."

The excited "little girlfriend" Min Chen: "!!!"

The frightened Lance: "…!!!!!"

The atmosphere inside the house was truly romantic. Looking at the match made in heaven, Lance deeply felt the malice of the universe. He had been single for many years.

After giving his blessings to Little Seven and his little girlfriend… cough, little boyfriend, Lance hurriedly left, not wanting to be hurt anymore.

After the door closed with a click, the room fell into dead silence.

The young man casually shook off the man's hand and sat on the sofa, his lips no longer curled up in a smile. He then gently kneaded his waist with his right hand to relieve the pain.

After hesitating for a while, the man went to Qi Mu and helped him massage his waist to please him. As he did, he whispered, "Is it painful?"

"Of course!"

Seeing the young man's childish behavior, Min Chen couldn't help but laugh, "Well, since you're in pain, then… Take another day off tomorrow?"

Qi Mu: "……It doesn't hurt anymore."

The two young lovers whispered together in the spacious apartment. The atmosphere was warm and beautiful, and although the young man still wore an angry expression, his voice leaked the love within.

Once he returned home that night, Lance wrote a passage in his diary.

『 To my dear Christina,

It's been a good day today, how is your day in heaven?

I told you that Little Seven was ill today, but it's just a byproduct of love, so you don't have to worry. He's a clever child. I saw his… boyfriend today. It's that Auston Bertram I told you about a long time ago.

They are both talented and sensible children. I am very pleased with them and sincerely wish the best for them.

Maybe Little Seven didn't notice it, but when I stepped into that house, the tender, considerate, and extremely meticulous care made me understand something.

Tina, when I saw them, it was like looking at us. I used to look at you with those eyes, just like how Auston looks at Little Seven. I couldn't hide my deep love.

It's been years since I last thought of it.

I hope you're doing well in heaven.

Your Lance. 』