A Real Heiress Quits (GL) - Chapter 18

Outside the music hall, several life-sized posters were propped up at the entrance.

On the posters, Tong Song was dressed in a formal suit with a black bowtie, his posture at the piano elegant and composed.

Yu Xinyue tilted her small head up, staring at the massive posters, completely entranced.

She also hoped that one day she could sit in the center of a hall, delivering the music in her heart to more people.

She still remembered someone once saying that music is originally a medicine capable of healing the human heart.

Ji Zhaohua stood beside her for a while, watching. “I’ve heard of Tong Song for so long, but this is the first time I’ve seen him; he’s actually quite handsome.”

On the poster, the man had a lean build and a high bridge on his nose, his profile lines cold and sharp.

His deep gray hair complemented the melancholy in his eyes, adding a noble and mysterious aura to his temperament.

Yu Xinyue snapped out of it and looked around.

People of all kinds were coming and going, but amidst the crowd, she didn’t see the figure she was expecting.

“Yueyue, what are you looking for?” Ji Zhaohua asked.

Yu Xinyue felt a bit disappointed and shook her head gently.

Ji Zhaohua patted the girl’s shoulder. “It’s about to start. Go in and listen; I’ll wait for you at Starbucks.”

She didn’t want to sit in a concert hall for two hours; it was much better to use that time to get her hair done or get a manicure.

Yu Xinyue nodded.

Ji Zhaohua said, “Call me when you come out.”

“Okay.”

The music hall was brightly lit and filled to capacity.

The pianist, wearing a tailcoat and a white bowtie, walked onto the stage.

A faint melancholy sat between his brows as he touched the piano gently, as if caressing his lover.

Beautiful piano notes swirled throughout the hall.

Everyone listened, completely intoxicated.

Tong Song particularly loved performing Bach.

His expression was hollow and pale when he took the stage, but sitting before the piano, he suddenly transformed.

The passion in his eyes erupted, almost scorching the keys; intense, full emotions melded into the music, shaking the soul of everyone present.

No, rather than saying it was “shaking,” it was more like “burning.”

Yu Xinyue thought.

His playing seemed to carry flames from hell, wanting to burn through everything surrounding it.

Black flames licked at the piano, growing larger and larger, swallowing the pianist into them as well.

Tong Song was like a pale-faced vampire from the Middle Ages, with a gloomy ancient castle and hideous withered trees behind him, and bats circling overhead.

The moonlight was pale and cold; he wore a withered rose on his chest, sitting in a graveyard playing the piano.

Perhaps everyone else marveled at the pianist’s skilled technique, his fast and precise execution of octaves, or was left stunned and dazzled by a series of gorgeous ornamental notes.

However, Yu Xinyue frowned deeply, hearing the despair and pain in the pianist’s heart.

Music can always convey private, obscure emotions.

Tong Song’s inner world was a wasteland, and the music he played was equally unsettling.

A rendition of Piano Sonata in C minor pushed the atmosphere to a climax.

The audience clapped in unison, and the hall thundered with applause.

Even Yu Xinyue admired him greatly; even in a “depressing” style, Tong Song’s music was extremely infectious and full of vitality.

He truly deserved to be the “White Moonlight”—or rather, “Black Moonlight”—in so many people’s hearts.

Cold, gloomy, and possessing a fatal attraction.

The next piece was Chopin.

Tong Song looked backstage and didn’t rush to begin.

A young girl in a white dress walked onto the stage carrying a violin.

The audience began to whisper—

“I heard this is Master Tong’s newly accepted disciple.”

“Then she must be very talented; Mr. Tong is so picky. I heard Curtis tried to hire him again last year, but he still refused to go.”

“Which academy in the world isn’t begging him to go? Which music student doesn’t dream of studying under him?”

“How did this girl do it? Why isn’t she famous?”

“I think…” that person said mysteriously, “she might not be a disciple; maybe she’s an illegitimate daughter.”

Yu Xinyue’s expression was dazed.

The girl gave a deep bow to the audience, met Tong Song’s eyes, and then slowly began to play the violin.

The pianist and the violin were accompanied together, extremely harmonious, as if it were the music of heaven.

Yu Xinyue, however, had no heart to appreciate it.

She was immersed in memories of the past.

The girl on stage was named Tong Ya.

Their first meeting was ten years later; she was wearing a white dress, obediently hiding behind Yan Ji, her head peeking out timidly with a shy smile.

The smile was clear, and her eyes were clean.

At that time, Yu Xinyue understood why Yan Ji had fallen for her so completely.

A girl like that was like morning dew or a rainbow after the rain, radiating a soft innocence that was out of step with the mundane world.

Because she was out of place, she was precious.

Yan Ji had also happily mentioned that Ya Ya had studied classical music since childhood and played the violin very well.

Back then, when she talked about her Ya Ya, her face would light up, her eyes looking like they held stars, her voice overflowing with joy.

The two had even made a pact to perform together in the future: Yu Xinyue on piano, Tong Ya on violin, and Yan Ji responsible for bringing them flowers and applauding.

But after that tragic incident, the promise could never be fulfilled; it could only become an unreachable luxury in dreams.

On October 25, 2010, Tong Ya was killed in an accident, and the murderer had not been found even by the time of Yu Xinyue’s car crash.

After that day, Yan Ji never smiled sincerely again; Tong Ya became a permanent, unhealable wound on her heart.

Once, getting drunk late at night, Yan Ji held Yu Xinyue and sobbed quietly.

She said Ya Ya had a red mole on the back of her neck, like a plum blossom, which was beautiful; every morning when she woke up, she would brush aside the girl’s hair to kiss that mole.

She said the girl’s cheeks were pink and tender, and when the sunlight hit her, there was a layer of light golden fuzz that was very moving.

But the thugs wouldn’t appreciate how beautiful that red mole was, nor did they know how lovely the golden fuzz was under the sun.

With just one cold knife, they brought the girl’s brilliant life with its limitless future to an abrupt end.

Yu Xinyue looked at Tong Ya on the stage.

Her eyes held a longing and sorrow that spanned ten years.

Fortunately, it was still early.

Tong Ya rested the violin on her shoulder, her body swaying gently with the beat.

The pure white hem of her dress was like drifting white clouds.

She wasn’t old, but her playing held a compelling spiritual aura; her technique was elegant and clean, like a fresh breeze sweeping across a green field, breaking the gloom in Tong Song’s music.

Yu Xinyue appreciated it quietly.

Right now, Yan Ji shouldn’t know Tong Ya yet.

Probably not; it wasn’t until ten years later that she heard Tong Ya’s name from Yan Ji’s mouth. Calculating it, the two had only been dating for a few months.

She didn’t know how Yan Ji was doing right now.

Yu Xinyue laughed in spite of herself, pressing her forehead. She had only been back for two days, yet it felt like she had experienced many things; for a moment, she had almost forgotten even Yan Ji.

In her previous life, she and Yan Ji met in university; after chatting, they discovered they had attended the same middle school, and their relationship grew closer.

With Yan Ji’s background and looks, it was impossible for her not to be famous at Siyuan.

Yu Xinyue had been buried in music during middle school and hadn’t taken anyone to heart, which was why she had no impression of this prominent figure.

How many steps did it take to pull the red thread of fate together?

First, get to know Tong Ya, then connect with Yan Ji, and then it would be natural for the two of them to get together.

Yu Xinyue silently gave herself a thumbs up; it turned out she wasn’t just capable of breaking marriages apart.

The person on stage was playing Mozart.

Suddenly, she felt a gaze watching her. She tilted her head upward and met a pair of clear, cold eyes.

Yu Xinyue’s eyes widened in surprise, and then she couldn’t help but smile—

It was Qin Qing.

The corners of Qin Qing’s mouth hooked slightly, revealing an almost invisible smile.

But Yu Xinyue knew she was smiling.

Yu Xinyue waved her hand at Qin Qing, her eyes bright, wishing she could grow wings and fly up there.

Qin Qing leaned against the railing, her jet-black hair gathered to one side, her pearl earrings reflecting a soft light.

In the sea of people, her eyes held only the brilliantly smiling young girl.

Yu Xinyue’s smile quickly cooled.

She saw the man behind Qin Qing—familiar and loathsome—as well as the large group of bodyguards and secretaries surrounding them.

What was this?

Yu Xinyue frowned. A wealthy family blind date? A forced pairing?

“What are you looking at?” Ji Fu asked with a charming smile.

Qin Qing’s expression was cold. “Nothing.”

Ji Fu asked, “Don’t like Tong Song’s piano? That day… I thought you liked classical music.”

“I just don’t like you.”

Qin Qing threw down those words and walked to the seat furthest from Ji Fu, ignoring the dark faces of the large group of people behind her.

The second floor had already been booked by them.

She stood at the railing and looked down again, but the girl was no longer looking over.

This was for the best; she didn’t want Ji Fu to discover that child—it was a form of protection for the kid.

Besides… that brilliant smiling face, she didn’t want anyone else to see it.

Yu Xinyue lowered her head, quietly took out her phone, and sent a text message to Ji Zhaohua—”Aunt, can you do me a favor?”