Chapter 62 I’ll Wait for You to Come Back.

Qin Mo sat on the single sofa beside her, legs apart, elbows on his thighs, hands kneading her slender fingers.

Although his movements seemed so casual, the words he uttered instantly blanked her mind.

She stiffly raised her gaze, inch by inch shifting her eyes to the man’s sharp and cold brows and eyes, his dark eyes holding a deep meaning that made her tremble.

Jiang Wansheng looked steadily at him, her clear and watery eyes transparent.

Suddenly, she pulled out a smile, the corners of her eyes softening.

The fingers that Qin Mo was playing with suddenly curled up, holding tightly the thumb that was circling in her palm.

She tightened her grip.

Qin Mo’s eyes dimmed slightly, feeling the soft enveloping sensation of her thumb.

“I’ll wait for you to come back.”

The girl’s soft and moist voice rippled.

She didn’t give a direct answer, but Qin Mo knew that this was the prelude to her opening her heart to him.

He let out a light chuckle, moved her fingers aside, his distinct large hand extended, slowly squeezing into the gaps between the girl’s fingers, the friction of the skin bringing a tingling sensation.

Then he tightened his grip, interlocking their fingers.

He lazily raised his eyebrows, his deep eyes earnestly fixed on her, his thin lips slightly parted.

“Okay.”

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Cloud City Grand Theater.

The “Pearl Cup” National Piano Competition proceeded as scheduled, gathering outstanding pianists from all over the country for the most influential piano competition in the country.

The schedule for the final competition spanned two days, with the twelve selected pianists performing their chosen pieces in order according to the drawing sequence.

According to the earlier drawing results, Qin Weizhao was the third player to perform on the first day.

…

On the day of the competition, Qin Weizhao was preparing in the private lounge.

The makeup artist was applying makeup on her delicate face.

An assistant rushed in, and Qin Weizhao asked anxiously, “Has Uncle Chen arrived?”

The assistant’s face looked a bit grim as he shook his head, “Not yet.”

Upon hearing this, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes drooped, concealing the impending disappointment.

She pursed her pink lips and murmured softly, “…He promised to come see me after he sent a message yesterday.”

There was a strong sense of melancholy in her tone.

Since the last kiss they shared, she thought there would be significant progress between them.

But the next day, Chen Yu resumed his mild and reserved demeanor, his phoenix eyes behind the golden-rimmed glasses calm and unchanged, as if nothing had happened that night.

After that, she entered the closed training of the “Pearl Cup” master class.

She almost messaged him every day, and although he never initiated contact, he responded to every message.

He rejected her, yet gave her hopeful illusions.

She was really going crazy!

After the simple makeup and hair were done, the makeup artist left, coincidentally passing by the staff who was about to enter.

Just as she stepped out, her eyes met the tall figure outside the door, causing her pupils to shrink.

An instinctive exclamation was about to escape her, but a calm yet powerful gaze seemed to press down substantially, silencing her immediately.

…

Meanwhile, inside the lounge, Qin Weizhao was still immersed in her reproach of Chen Yu.

The assistant brought over the competition dress, “Weizhao, this is the dress for the competition. Come and change into it.”

“Knock, knock—”

The sound of knocking on the door.

The assistant placed the dress on the sofa and went to open the door.

As the door opened halfway, she froze.

“Chen…”

Qin Weizhao subconsciously turned her head, unable to see anything blocked by the door panel.

“What’s wrong?”

The assistant turned his head with a strange smile, concealing, “Nothing, the staff have some matters to coordinate, I’ll go over first.”

Qin Weizhao nodded indifferently.

The lounge was empty, and she directly took the dress to the changing room.

Locking the door of the changing room, she heard the sound of the door opening and closing outside.

She thought it was the assistant returning.

As she changed her clothes, she spoke to the person outside, “Fang, has Chen Yu not arrived yet?”

There was no response from outside.

She knew for sure he hadn’t arrived yet.

“Deceiver, big deceiver!” she accused aloud, “And a stinky rogue.”

“He kissed me and then denied it. Just because I’m young, he bullies me.”

“He’s older, so he’s right?”

Still no response, but she complained absentmindedly, unaware of anything.

“That thing probably doesn’t work anymore. I didn’t even mind him, it’s too much.”

As she spoke, her clothes were also changed, but the zipper at the back struggled for a long time without going up.

She went crazy, “Great, another day of struggling to zip up the dress.”

Qin Weizhao walked to the door, intending to open it for the assistant’s help.

As she opened it, she said, “Even the dress is as stubborn as Chen Yu. I really…”

Her words abruptly stopped.

The tall figure of the man stood quietly in front of her, not knowing how long he had been standing there.

Neatly dressed in navy blue suit, every button fastened to the top, meticulous.

Her gaze stiffly moved upwards, the golden-rimmed glasses under the bright light projecting his phoenix eyes even more mysterious.

She widened her eyes in shock, “You…”

“You’ve been here all along?” she struggled to speak.

“Deceiver.”

“Rogue.”

“Getting old, not working well?”

He repeated slowly, each word rolling off his tongue, his voice low and rich.

Qin Weizhao’s heart trembled.

“So this is how Weizhao talks about Little Uncle Chen behind his back,” he teased with a smile.

Indeed, his deep phoenix eyes were unfathomable.

Qin Weizhao looked at his restrained face with a half-smile, feeling a lump in her throat.

Inappropriately, she felt that this kind of Chen Yu made her want to, go up.

She continued fearlessly, “What if, I’m just stating the facts.”

Chen Yu took a few steps closer, causing Qin Weizhao to subconsciously shrink her neck, then quickly reacted to look him straight in the eyes.

Like a fearless little beast.

She was provoking Chen Yu.

Chen Yu saw through it at a glance.

He looked at her deeply for a few seconds.

Sighing, “Turn around.”

Qin Weizhao obediently turned around, but still didn’t give up, “Old men like you in their thirties usually, usually don’t do well.”

Chen Yu’s smile was gentle, “Where am I lacking?”

“Timing, intensity, position, technique.” He stated seriously, as if giving a formal speech, but the words he said were far from innocent.

Qin Weizhao felt a tingling sensation from head to toe.

Even though he hadn’t done anything, she felt like he had said and done everything.

“Weizhao, tell Uncle Chen where he’s lacking, hmm?”

The lingering tone, the faint and gentle voice revealed a hint of transgression.

His fingers slowly moved down the girl’s spine, fingertips teasing the skin.

The tender white skin entered Chen Yu’s sight, and he felt a moment of infatuation.

Grasping the delicate zipper, he pulled it up.

Qin Weizhao subconsciously sucked in her stomach and replied, “I was just talking nonsense, just talking nonsense.”

Chen Yu chuckled, as if mocking her for giving in too quickly.

There was a moment of silence.

Chen Yu moved his actions very slowly, noticing the girl’s tense abdomen.

His hand passed through her waist, lightly patting her stomach.

“Don’t suck in.”

Qin Weizhao was shaken by his sudden attack.

She just remembered the embarrassing experience of not being able to zip up with his help last time, so she had been holding back tightly, but his pat released the tension.

“You can zip it up.”

The man added slowly.

Qin Weizhao’s face turned bright red.