Chapter 54: Yuanyuan is Not a Vixen
Su Huaiyao’s expression shifted from confusion to shock.
Wasn’t the first half what Old Master Yu had asked to be composed? There was actually a complete second half!
But why was it on Yu Xiuqing’s phone?
That man didn’t understand composition at all. Could it be that the fool Shen Yuan had written it?
Su Huaiyao gripped the phone so hard his knuckles turned white. His eyes were filled with an unprecedented surge of excitement and jealousy.
Shen Yuan really is trying to snatch the inheritance of the subsidiary from me!
What low intelligence? He must be faking it!
But as the saying goes, heaven always leaves a path. This completed masterpiece had actually fallen into his hands!
He had obtained what he had been unable to figure out without any effort at all. He was truly born for wealth and status!
“Hmph, Shen Yuan. Even if you’re a natural-born genius at piano and composition, so what? You’re still destined to be my tool, writing lyrics and music for me for the rest of your life!”
Su Huaiyao looked at the musical movement on the phone and sneered, his face full of distortion and malice.
He turned and scanned the room. After repeatedly confirming that his actions hadn’t been discovered, he immediately copied the score and sent it to his own phone.
To ensure Shen Yuan’s hopes of climbing the social ladder were completely dead, he even went so far as to scramble the original notes.
He also meticulously wiped the screen several times to ensure no fingerprints were left behind.
Having completed everything flawlessly, Su Huaiyao placed the phone back on the desk with satisfaction. After a final check, he crept out of the room.
As he turned left out the door, his retreating back happened to be seen by Qi Yunzhao, who was coming from the stairs.
But before the bodyguard could think too much about it, the phone in his pocket chimed. It was his superior’s exclusive notification sound. Qi Yunzhao immediately took it out and read the command on the screen.
The Next Day.
The bright morning sunlight streamed through the window, shining onto the exhausted youth.
Shen Yuan sat on the counter with his hands still bound, panting slightly. Although much of the cream on his cheeks had melted, it hadn’t dried yet, sticking visidly to his pale face.
His lips were slightly swollen from the man’s kisses, and a few drops of residual cream still clung to the corners of his mouth.
The little fool had been hung from the counter for an entire night. His arms were completely numb, and his entire body felt as if it were falling apart.
“Cough, cough, cough…”
Shen Yuan coughed violently, his breath coming in shallow gasps. His chest heaved as he finally managed to stop.
He opened his eyes with difficulty, only to find the kitchen in a complete mess. The man was already nowhere to be seen.
Humiliating tears once again flowed from his eyes as the scenes from last night flashed through his mind.
Last night, that man had been like a maddened beast, tearing at his clothes without a shred of pity…
The intense pain made him wish he could die right now.
But why was it that he just couldn’t die!
Xiansheng even robbed him of the right to die.
“Waah, waah, waah…”
Shen Yuan sobbed heart-wrenchingly, allowing the tears to flow unscrupulously. They soaked his collar and then dripped onto his fair, slender thighs—which were left exposed without trousers.
At that moment, the kitchen door suddenly creaked.
The little fool immediately stopped crying, his eyes fixed on the wooden door in terror. His heart nearly jumped out of his chest.
If someone saw him in this pathetic state, wouldn’t they grab him and lock him up as a madman?!
As a tall figure appeared, the shame on Shen Yuan’s face increased, yet the terror vanished.
The person who entered was none other than Qi Yunzhao.
The other man was also stunned for a moment upon seeing him. His deep eyes swept over those exposed white legs. He then walked to the counter in silence, his voice as cold as a machine:
“Sanye told me to let you down.”
Shen Yuan looked at him aggrievedly, his small face flushed red. He finally asked timidly: “C-can you… can you get me a pair of trousers to wear…”
His feet were aching from the cold and his small frame was shivering, yet his eyes didn’t dare blink even once as he looked at the man with a pleading gaze.
Such a piteous, coquettish look would soften anyone’s heart, and Qi Yunzhao was no exception.
His heart twitched slightly. While he unbuckled the belt from the boy’s arms, he forced his voice to remain indifferent:
“Mhm. I can.”
“Thank you…”
Shen Yuan let out a weak moan. Without the support of the belt, his entire body lost its balance instantly and he fell into the man’s warm, solid embrace.
He instinctively reached out to grab Qi Yunzhao’s broad, powerful shoulders, as if searching for a source of support, or perhaps fearing the man would suddenly drop him.
This sudden physical contact made Qi Yunzhao’s entire body stiffen. He could feel the fragility and softness of the little thing in his arms. An inexplicable wave of heat hit him, yet he remained poised.
He used one hand to support Shen Yuan’s slender, flexible waist, while his other large hand firmly held the boy’s smooth calf.
This was the first time he had ever touched Shen Yuan’s thigh directly without the barrier of clothing. It was unexpectedly soft.
No wonder his superior was so obsessed with this fool. Even after his long-awaited White Moonlight had returned, he hadn’t thrown Shen Yuan back to the old residence to fend for himself.
The faint milky fragrance from the youth drifted into his nose. Qi Yunzhao’s breathing grew heavy, and a dark shadow swirled in his eyes.
For a moment, he actually lost himself and uncontrollably squeezed Shen Yuan’s thigh.
“Ngh…”
Shen Yuan let out a soft moan from the touch. Faced with the bodyguard’s sudden action, he was instantly panicked and lost.
How could he!
Qi Yunzhao is Xiansheng’s personal bodyguard!
And he is that man’s private property! How could he be ambiguously held and bullied by Qi Yunzhao!
If Yu Xiuqing found out, he would kill him!
At this thought, Shen Yuan became utterly terrified. He twisted his small frame desperately, saying in anger:
“Ah… pervert! Let me down! I-I was bought by Mister Yu! If he finds out you-you bullied me, he’ll hit you very hard!”
Hearing this, Qi Yunzhao’s desire-driven brain snapped back to clarity. His deep eyes were filled with disgust. This was the first time he had ever panicked because of his own lack of control.
He suddenly released the sobbing youth, dropping him onto the floor without mercy. He barked in a cold, angry voice:
“No wonder Sanye kept you. So you seduce people like this? What a vixen!”
Shen Yuan was thrown until he was dizzy and confused. It took him a long time to recover. He sat up, clutching his aching bottom, his eyes full of tears as he looked up at Qi Yunzhao:
“I am not a vixen! It-it was you who bullied me first! I’m going to tell Xiansheng…!”
As he spoke, he used his small hands to brace against the floor. Just as he was about to get up, he was kicked back down by the man. A pair of clean trousers was then tossed onto his head.
Qi Yunzhao turned his back to him, his knuckles cracking as he clenched his fists. His voice suddenly grew several degrees colder:
“Enough. Put your trousers on. Sanye is waiting in the hall. If you don’t want to be punished, then be obedient!”
Shen Yuan looked down at the black silk trousers. He hesitated for a moment but ultimately swallowed his humiliation. He reached out his trembling hands and obediently put them on.
Qi Yunzhao looked back and saw him dressed, yet the boy was still standing there dazed. His face darkened:
“Sanye is already impatient. Follow me!”
Shen Yuan’s arm was grabbed as he was forcefully pulled out the door.
Along the way, Qi Yunzhao ignored him, walking in silence with a heavy chill around him.
Shen Yuan followed behind him with a pounding heart. He walked very fast, fearing he would hear the mockery of the guests.
“Sanye, the person has been brought.”
Qi Yunzhao reported to the man at the head table.
“Mhm.”
Yu Xiuqing gave a flat response. His gaze swept over the nervous youth and he let out a cold snort. He then ignored him entirely, turning his attention back to Su Huaiyao, who was preparing to play on the stage.
Before Shen Yuan arrived, some had already forfeited because the music was too difficult. Others had been disqualified because their compositions didn’t match the melody or standards in Old Master Yu’s heart.
Now, only Su Huaiyao remained.
Everyone was full of expectation for him, including Old Master Yu, who placed his last hope on him.
After all, Su Huaiyao was a returnee music student who had been immersed in the piano since childhood. He was the “genius composer” in everyone’s mouth; composing a score surely wouldn’t be difficult for him.
On the stage, Su Huaiyao took a deep breath, adjusting his panicked state. He placed his hands on the black and white keys, pressing them gently to produce a few pleasant notes.
His eyes were fixed on the score on the piano—the work that had been completed but did not belong to him.
The audience fell silent, everyone looking toward Su Huaiyao with a tense and solemn gaze.
Song Wei stood with her chest out, a look of arrogance on her face.
Soon, their Su family would have a firm footing in the investment world. Both their music and business would flourish.
If a young man could successfully perform the half-masterpiece left behind by a great pianist, it would cause a tidal wave in the music world.
As his slender fingers began to slide across the keys with fluid grace, the prelude was slowly performed.
But when he reached the notes of the second half, Su Huaiyao’s expression suddenly changed. Looking at the chaotic and disorganized melody on the page, he couldn’t help but feel confused, and his heart began to race.
It looked fine last night! Why does it sound so inexplicably strange now?
No. Generally, the more outstanding someone is in a field, the more unique their melodies and styles are.
That fool couldn’t possibly have any issues!
At this thought, Su Huaiyao completely relaxed. He followed the melody on the score and played with abandon.
Visions of Yu Xiuqing’s sweet embrace, the one hundred million reward, the subsidiary, becoming the pride of the Su family, and becoming the Young Mistress of the Yu family filled his mind.
But the audience below the stage began to whisper. Especially the old hands in the music world; they all began to question Su Huaiyao’s true level.
“What’s going on? Why is this music so strange?”
“I don’t know. It feels like my ears are eating shit. Su Huaiyao’s piece yesterday was perfect. How come today, with Old Madam Yu’s heirloom, it’s like this?”
Song Wei, hearing those people questioning her son, immediately flared up: “What nonsense are you talking?! This is the mark of a true master of melody! You bunch of people who don’t understand music at all!”
However, as a professional pianist herself, she had to admit that Su Huaiyao’s current piece was worse than a child’s. It was practically slandering the late Old Madam Yu.
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