Chapter 14.2

“Yes.” Qiao Yang replied lazily as he handed him(MY) the song lyrics he wrote on a piece of paper tissue, “Can you sing this song?”

Mo Yu looked at it then he instantly felt nervous and chagrined.

It was hard to have the chance to show off his singing voice in front of Qiao Yang, but he had never seen this song before.

When he was just about to shake his head in upset, there was a sound from Qiao Yang’s phone. He had turned it on and said, “You listen, starting from here.”

As the simple and smooth melody flowed out, Qiao Yang gently tapped each word written on the paper tissue with his fingertips.

Mo Yu listened to the music carefully and focused on looking at the words that were gestured to by Qiao Yang’s fingertips.

The words and melody came together and he got a solid grasp of it in his brain as he gradually sang out in a soft voice.

Qiao Yang asked him, “You got it?”

Mo Yu nodded his head, “En, I’ll try it.” Then he tentatively said again, “Did you write this song and the lyrics?”

The tune was very nice but also very simple, and it wasn’t overly embellished, as a piece of uncut diamond.

Qiao Yang nodded his head. Read this novel only on Foxaholic

Mo Yu’s eyes lit up and he gazed at him almost like worship, “You could even compose music and write songs, you’re really amazing.”

Qiao Yang pointed to the piano and asked him, “Why don’t we try it together. I’ll play and you sing.”

Mo Yu was even more surprised, “Yes.”

Qiao Yang took off his suit jacket and loosen his tie then sat upright in front of the black polished black grand piano.

The sleeves of his shirts were rolled up to the elbow, revealing a section of fair and tenacious arm, the ten slender fingers unexpectedly became nimble across the black and white keys.

A string of compact, strong and powerful piano tones then immediately burst out.

The silence on the third floor was instantly broken.

It seemed to be played in an unstructured manner, but it carried a shocking penetrating power.

The wine glass on the bar trembled lightly, and layers upon layers of ripples ran across the surface of the amber-colored wine inside the wine glass due to the vibration.

The bartenders and the staff member from the distance looked over in surprise and stopped what they were doing to watch.

However, Mo Yu was surprised at something else. He thought Qiao Yang, a young master from a wealthy family, a high-level leader of a big company, could play the piano in his spare time.

But that steel strength, smooth and easy tone testing just now, one could feel the strength and nimble of the fingers. Definitely not at an amateur level.

Qiao Yang did not know that he had become an existence that was the focus of attention on the third floor, he turned his head and gave Mo Yu a signal, “Let’s start.”

“Okay.”

Mo Yu hurriedly walked over to stand next to the piano, and turned on the microphone switch.

He was very nervous, he carefully looked at the song lyrics written on the tissue paper he held in his hand.

There were few customers in the afternoon and the third floor was quite empty.

On the small stage, a man in front of a black grand piano. A white shirt and black trousers outlined his tall, lean, also straight and determined figure.

Under the illumination of the light, the clean, handsome relaxed face held a natural air of nobility.

The ten slender fingers jumped gracefully and nimbly atop the black and white keys, playing a lyrical and long melody.

The man was immersed in the tones of his own creation. There was some sadness on his face, which also filled the entire third floor with a tinge of melancholy atmosphere.

The bartender and staff members already put down the work they have on their hands, as they immersed themselves inside the gorgeous dream, enjoying the beautiful moments brought by their visual and hearing senses.

It was a side of Qiao Yang that they had never seen before.

After all, he had only listened to the original song once, and the lyrics were added just now, so Mo Yu stumbled when he was singing.

When it was over.

Mo Yu was very apologetic, “I still wasn’t able to keep up with the tune. Young Master Qiao, you give the original song to me, I’ll practice it a few more times. I will definitely sing this song well…… for you.”

Qiao Yang, “That’s also good.” Read this novel only on Foxaholic

When he gave this song to Qiao Zhen, it had no lyrics at all.

Now that he wrote the lyrics and then Mo Yu had sung it, the song could be considered a complete work.

After Qiao Yang asked for Mo Yu’s number and sent the original song to him, he went back to sit at the bar counter and sipped the amber-colored brandy.

It was getting dark outside, the guests slowly trickled into the Night Charm, and it gradually became lively.

After all, Mo Yu was talented in musical aspects and had merit. After he tried to sing it a few times, he became more and more proficient.

The pretty boy with a clear voice combined with the gentle and beautiful melodies invited many guests to stop and listen attentively.

Of course there were also drunken guests staggering over to deliberately looking for trouble:

“You keep singing this one song over and over. It’s unpleasant to hear that even a ghost will cry. Sing another song for this master!”

Mo Yu paused, not knowing what he should do.

Someone next to him who immediately warned the guest, “Boss Zhang, don’t cause trouble, I heard that he is the Qiao family’s third young master’s man.”

Boss Zhang, “Tch! The Qiao family’s third young master’s people still need to come to the bar to sell songs, bullsh*t.”

He walked over, his drunken body leaned against the bar’s counter, then he shouted, “Don’t sing anymore, come over and accompany this master to drink.”

Mo Yu remained seated by the piano, his eyes glanced toward the man leaning forward on the bar counter sleeping.

“Hey, how dare you disobey me.”

Boss Zhang suddenly slammed his palm on the table and roared at him, “You don’t want to be here anymore, right?!”

The force when he slammed down (his hand) was very strong, shaking the wine glasses on the table as they moved slightly.

It also jolted awake the man who was sleeping at the bar.

The stinging pain in his eardrums and the discomfort from his headache after drinking alcohol made the man’s brow knitted into a scowl.

Boss Zhang was still acting crazy under the influence of alcohol, “Mother F*cker,1 even a singer really has the gall. Just a word from this master, in the whole S City, there is no……”

“Scram!”

Qiao Yang’s voice was not loud at all, it was low and deep, with the hoarseness of being half-asleep.

“Who the f*ck are you? Dare to tell me to scram.” Boss Zhang suddenly cursed and angrily rolled up his sleeves as if he wanted to beat people up.

Until he met a clear and cold gaze, he immediately shut his mouth up.

The man rubbed his temples with one of his hands and swept an indifferent glance at him.

It was just the sharp eyebrows, the clear and cold gaze, the tightly pursed thin lips, as well as the sharp jaws. All of it emanated a very naturally powerful aura, and a terrifying aura.

Boss Zhang’s heart was terrified after he saw the person clearly. Read this novel only on Foxaholic

1 The original was TM, or Ta ma de to avoid censorship.