Shocking! The Ice-Cold Disabled Big-Shot Stood up to Kiss Me! - Chapter 8

Chapter 8: The International Pianist Wants To Be My Friend

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

The concert finally began and the lights around them dimmed. All the lights were focused on the center of the stage.

The audience in the theatre held their breath and focused their attention on the stage. Song Qingli also slowly followed the audience’s line of sight and looked over.

The golden light shone on a young girl dressed in a long white dress. The girl’s face was small with a pair of big eyes, giving her the look of an angel. There was a cello between her legs. The moment the strings of the cello vibrated, the sad, beautiful, and desolate tune filled the entire theatre.

Song Zhiya has had a pair of almond-shaped eyes since she was young. Her brown pupils made her look fresh and elegant. Whenever she smiled, it was as if the air around her turned sweet.

Very few people would criticize a girl who had such a sweet smile all the time and would think that she was an innocent and kind girl.

However, only those who had suffered would understand that some people were double face b*tches. They were full of evil tricks, selfish to the core, and would do anything to achieve their goals.

Song Qingli’s face tensed up and her eyes seemed to be frozen. Her fingers under the table turned pale. She hated musical instruments and the one she hated the most was the cello.

From the corner of his eye, Gu Zechuan could see that her entire body was trembling slightly. He was a little curious about her abnormal behavior. Why were her eyes filled with hatred?

“I’m going to the toilet.” Song Qingli stood up stiffly. She clutched her chest with one hand, looking very uncomfortable.

Gu Zechuan’s gaze was fixed on the woman’s back as she walked further and further away. He had once heard about a kind of vomiting caused by emotions. It would make one feel nauseous whenever she saw someone she hated badly.

Song Zhiya, who was playing the cello in the middle of the stage, looked over at the audience. When she saw Gu Zechuan, she couldn’t help but be a little surprised which led her to accidentally play the wrong tune. It was such a harsh tone that even a layman could tell that she had played it wrong.

Gu Zechuan sat upright in his wheelchair. His face was calm and his black eyes were cold.

Suddenly, from the side of the stage, a blond middle-aged man suddenly stood up. He was stammering in Chinese but his tone was filled with rage “What is this? I’m just a foil to a rookie like her? It doesn’t make any sense! I am going back to my country and never coming to this damn place again.”

“Carl!”

“Oh my god, it’s really the internationally famous pianist, Carl.”

“It’s no surprise that Carl is mad. It’s a disgrace to the reputation of an international master to be a foil to a rookie who played the wrong note.”

“I came all the way here just to see Carl. Tell that rookie on the stage to get off the stage. Mr. Carl, we only wanted to listen to you play.”

“Exactly! Get off!”

Song Zhiya was so agitated that she broke the strings of her cello. Her eyes were red from anxiety as she looked at Gu Zean for help.

How could Gu Zean allow the angel to cry? He rushed up to the stage and hugged her tightly. Then, he waved his hand and shouted, “Stop that foreigner who’s playing the piano.”

When Song Qingli returned to the theatre again, the entire place was a mess. The audience was standing around the blond man and on the stage, Gu Zean was holding onto Song Zhiya and was comforting her. The only calm person in the entire place was Gu Zechuan, who was in a wheelchair.

He stood out amongst the commotion, like a hot spring in the snow mountain; warm and flowing but also silently melting the ice and snow away.

The audience surrounded Carl and tried to persuade him. “Master Carl, please play one piece for us. We’ve all come here to see you. ”

“Yes, Master Carl. We will regret not being able to hear you play.”

Song Qingli perked up her ears and listened for some time before stroking her skirt and sitting back down calmly. “Song Zhiya was so bad with her cello that she pissed off Master Carl? ”

“Yeap.” Gu Zechuan let out a soft noise from his nose.

“Is this concert funded by the first young master?” Song Qingli was initially curious about the person that Song Zhiya was clinging to that allowed her to hold a concert in this theatre. Turns out, it was this bad-mouth, future prisoner.

She had thought that Song Zhiya had gotten here with her cello techniques but she actually used her techniques in bed.

Song Qingli tugged at the man’s pants and suddenly leaned in close to his ear. “Have you ever heard Carl play the piano live?”

Gu Zechuan looked down at the girl’s fair and slender fingers tugging at the fabric of his trousers. Seeing the bright glow in her fox-like eyes, he knew that she was up to no good again. The man wasn’t bothered with guessing it and said, “I have never heard it.”

“I’ve never heard of it either.” After saying that, she got up with a smile and the french balloon dress on her swayed as she walked.

The girl walked onto the stage. When she passed by Song Zhiya, she didn’t even look at her, treating her like air.

Song Zhiya was already crying non-stop. When she saw her haughty cousin, she stomped her feet in anger and cried even harder.

Gu Zean hugged her tighter than before and continued comforting her.

Back in the audience seat, Gu Zechuan tilted his head slightly and finally saw what Song Qingli had in mind. She sat in front of the piano with her thin neck and slender waist. She placed her hands on the keyboards. She closed her eyes with her long eyelashes and with her chin slightly raised. She was as exquisite as a Barbie Doll that was still in its box.

In the next second, the notes of the piano flowed out from her fingertips like flowing water. The noisy theatre suddenly became silent and everyone simultaneously turned their heads to look at the stage.

None of them had heard of this tune and perhaps it was an unknown song. It could not be described as majestic but it was most suitable for soothing the heart. The tone was like a warm flow flowing into the heart, relieving one’s anxiety, irritability, and unease.

It was unexpectedly pleasant to the ears and inexplicably refreshing.

As a pianist and the most authoritative judge here, Carl’s face, which was previously flushing with anger, slowly dissipated as the song was played. He staggered from the back row to the front row, passed through the crowd, and slowly walked up to the stage.

The golden light fell on the girl who was playing the piano. At that moment, she was like a goddess in Carl’s eyes.

This song, how did she…

After the song ended, there was silence. Carl approached with tears in his eyes and asked in his broken accent, “You… how do you know this song?”

Song Qingli was taken aback. She had heard this song overseas in her previous life. This song was composed by Carl but she did not know the meaning behind it.

Carl’s azure blue eyes were as beautiful as crystals. He choked and said, “Perhaps, in this world, there really is such a thing as a soulmate.”

“I wrote this song for my late wife. I’ve been writing it for almost ten years, but I have never been happy with the ending. The ending of the song that you played today has won my heart.” Carl’s grateful eyes touched the softest part of the girl’s heart.

“Uh… I…” Song Qingli did not know how to explain herself.

At the same time, Song Zhiya’s face turned green on the side of the stage. She felt very embarrassed. It was bad enough that she was ignored by others but her cousin had also stolen the limelight. She originally wanted to complain to Gu Zean but who knew that when she turned around, she saw Gu Zean looking at her cousin like a fool?

She stomped her feet angrily and left.

Gu Zean finally reacted and ran after her, “Yaya, where are you going? Wait for me.”

Carl choked for some time before he spoke.

“What…..is your name?” Carl held onto Song Qingli’s hand tightly. “Can we be friends? ”