Black Lotus

Chapter 32 - It Seems Like You Still Remember



The next day, Wen Niannan drove to Leqing Street. This time he parked the car near Tang Shuo’s studio and walked in.

Since Gu Yansheng heard that Wen Niannan came to Leqing Street yesterday, he was curious why that might be, so after he was done with his meetings, he went there as well.

He parked the car on the side of the street, lit a cigarette in the car, and glanced around casually.

Suddenly he saw Wen Nienan’s car park on the opposite side of the street, and the person calmly walking out of the car, then into the nearby store.

Gu Yansheng sat in the car with a straight face, smoking his cigarette. After about half an hour later, Wen Niannan walked out, followed by another person. He squinted his eyes slightly to take a better look. His face changed, “Ah-ha! It’s Tang Shuo again!”

He threw the cigarette in his hand out of the window and drove away from the street.

Before Wen Niannan could get into the car, Tang Shuo grabbed onto the door and refused to let go. He looked at him with his aggrieved eyes and said, “Why going back so early today? Can’t you stay with me for a little longer? Just a little?”

“I have to go. I still need to edit the score a little after I get back.”

“Alright, then I will listen to it after you are done.”

After returning home, Wen Niannan inputted what he wrote down today. He found a few spots that didn’t sound quite right, and after a few attempts at changing it, he still thought it could be better.

Suddenly he looked back at the piano set there in the room. A touch of sadness flashed across his eyes. It was his mother’s favorite piano when she was still alive, but after Gu Yansheng forbid him from playing, he never touched it again.

Wen Niannan walked over and gently touched the piano keys, hesitant as he remembered Gu Yansheng’s words and his furious face.

Just once… it shouldn’t be a big deal…

Gu Yansheng seemed to be not in the right mind ever since he returned to the corporation building. After having a few words with his secretary, he quickly went out.

As soon as he entered the house, he heard the sound of the piano, but he did not rush to go up. Instead, he sat on the sofa in the living room with his eyes closed.

Uncle Xu stood by his side, looking at him with worried eyes. He knew that Gu Yansheng didn’t want Wen Niannan to play the piano again, so he was scared that they would fight again.

The sound of the piano ended, and Gu Yansheng opened his eyes, glancing at Uncle Xu. Then, he stood up and walked upstairs.

Wen Niannan played the first piece his mother taught him. He was feeling the piano with nostalgia and did not notice that the door was opened.

“Not bad,” A stern voice suddenly came from behind him.

After hearing the sound, Wen Niannan turned pale and stiffly looked back.

Seeing the terrifying expression on Gu Yansheng’s face, he felt a chill in his heart, and his body began to tremble unconsciously. Still, he forced a stiff smile on his face, “Oh… you’re back.”

“It’s this disgusting expression again! You are so good at faking in front of people, pretending to be so considerate in front of me while enjoying yourself with your lover.”

Gu Yansheng felt humiliated by such a fake smile. It turned out that his smile was only real when with his other lover.

“Lover?” Wen Niannan showed a puzzled expression, but his face became even paler when he remembered what happened.

“Humph, you know best where you went today. Wen Niannan, you are truly amazing. Only you will use such stupid excuses to lure the young master of the Tang Family, and only an idiot like him will fall for it!”

“I never lured anyone! I just want to play the piano, so I…”

Gu Yansheng suddenly took a step forward. Standing extremely close to Wen Niannan, he asked sharply, “What have I told you before?”

With these words, Wen Niannan’s face became paler than ever. With flashing fear in his eyes, he said, “You told me… to never play the piano again.”

“Very well. It seems like you still remember.”

Translated by: Summit

Edited by: UnderTheMoon