Chapter 1245: Born Singer (Part 25)
Letting them go is impossible.
Chuzheng directly filed a report.
Only after she had tied them up did she remember Meng Shaoyuan and release him.
"Sis..."
Meng Shaoyuan looked at the person in front of him, relieved she was okay, but he also felt something was off.
He glanced at the kidnappers lying on the ground moaning and gradually found it unbelievable.
Right!
When did his sister become so formidable?
Even thugs like these can be dealt with.
Chuzheng coldly glanced at him: "You owe high-interest loans?"
The original owner’s brother didn’t seem like someone who would gamble.
"I don’t!" Meng Shaoyuan denied, "I don’t even know him."
Meng Shaoyuan was inexplicably kidnapped here.
Thinking about it now, Meng Shaoyuan still felt a bit scared.
"Sis, did you come alone?"
"Otherwise?" Should I have brought a soccer team to cheer me on?
"Didn’t you call the police?" Meng Shaoyuan subconsciously thought of seeking the police in danger
This wasn’t ordinary danger, he was kidnapped!
Chuzheng: "I just did."
Meng Shaoyuan: "..."
Meng Shaoyuan increasingly found it strange, this person seemed a bit unlike his sister... but if she wasn’t his sister, why would she risk herself to save him?
It must be because they hadn’t seen each other for too long.
After the relevant departments came and finished asking for all the important information, they asked them to leave together.
Getting in the car, Meng Shaoyuan couldn’t help but ask her: "Sis, did you offend someone?"
He clearly heard these people say they must have his sister come.
"Too many."
Chuzheng said casually.
Meng Shaoyuan got anxious: "Sis, when will you come home?"
"Focus on your studies, don’t worry about my matters."
Meng Shaoyuan: "..."
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The kidnappers confessed that the mastermind was Hua Huai—Chuzheng had them say this, the kidnappers didn’t even know who Hua Huai was.
They quickly brought Hua Huai in as a suspect for questioning.
When Hua Huai was brought in, Chuzheng happened to be leaving with Meng Shaoyuan, and they ran into each other head-on.
Chuzheng looked at him calmly.
Hatred flashed in Hua Huai’s eyes, if he weren’t being held back, he’d probably want to bite a few pieces off Chuzheng.
"He... he..."
Meng Shaoyuan pointed at Hua Huai being taken inside, somewhat stunned.
"Sis, isn’t he your idol?" His sister’s room was filled with his posters; every time he went in, he felt like he was entering a MLM den.
And it was because of this person, who promised to make him famous, that she hadn’t returned home.
What’s going on now?
"..."
The original owner’s idol, why would I care!
"He’s not my idol."
Meng Shaoyuan widened his eyes: "How is he not, you used to..."
"The past was the past."
Chuzheng said nothing, striding away.
"Sis, sis!!"
Meng Shaoyuan chased after Chuzheng.
"Come back home with me."
"I still have things to do, you go home by yourself."
"Where are you going?"
"To see your brother-in-law."
Meng Shaoyuan: "??"
He looked inside; just now that one went in... didn’t she used to really like him?
How did her idol change?
"I’ll go too!"
Five minutes later, Chuzheng stuffed Meng Shaoyuan into a car, telling the driver to send him home.
Meng Shaoyuan stuck his head out, angrily shouting at her: "Sis, remember to come home!!"
Chuzheng: "..."
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The concert was very successful, without any mishaps.
Yet Sheng Yan wasn’t the least bit happy.
The stage lights had already dimmed, the surrounding light barely provided illumination.
Someone sat at the edge of the stage holding a guitar, still wearing his final performance outfit, looking at the dark audience seats below.
She didn’t come.
From the start to the end of the concert, she never showed up.
Sheng Yan didn’t know why he was waiting here or what he wanted to do; he just didn’t want to leave.
Sheng Yan strummed the guitar, the sound gradually filling the entire space.
He slightly closed his eyes, playing by feel, letting his mind go blank, not seeing anything.
Like this... this way he wouldn’t feel sad.
After all, he and she had no real connection, her coming was his fortune, her not coming... was her choice.
But... she clearly promised him she would.
The music abruptly stopped, Sheng Yan buried his head in his arms.
A minute later, Sheng Yan held up the guitar and stood, his face blank, but his eyes were a bit red.
Just as he raised his head, from the corner of his eye he glimpsed the audience seats, where someone was slowly walking towards the stage.
Sheng Yan blinked, seemingly wanting to see more clearly.
That person had long occupied his heart, even if he couldn’t see the face clearly, he knew it was her...
Sheng Yan froze there, only able to watch that figure.
A surge of emotion rose from his heart, causing every drop of blood in his body to start boiling.
Chuzheng walked from the audience seats to the stage with a bouquet of flowers.
"Why aren’t you leaving after it’s over?" If she hadn’t asked Lisa, she wouldn’t have known he was still here.
Sheng Yan stood backed by the light, completely obscured in the darkness, utterly invisible.
Chuzheng raised her head to look at him, finding it a bit difficult, reaching out her hand: "Come down."
Sheng Yan slowly extended his hand, grasping Chuzheng’s hand, jumping from the stage, somewhat stammering as he answered Chuzheng’s first question: "I... just wanted to stay a little longer."
Chuzheng shoved the flowers into his arms: "You’ll have plenty of chances like this in the future."
Sheng Yan held the bouquet, the thick fragrance filling his senses, his thoughts becoming muddled.
After a while, Sheng Yan exhaled a breath, uncertainly asking, "Gift for me?"
Chuzheng slightly tilted her head: "Congratulations on your first performance being a complete success."
Sheng Yan hugged the flowers tightly: "Th-thank you."
"It’s late, let me take you back."
"...Okay."
Chuzheng walked in front, Sheng Yan wanted to ask her why she didn’t come earlier... but he couldn’t find the words, didn’t know in what capacity he should approach the question.
Sheng Yan followed behind, head lowered, when suddenly all the surrounding lights went out; Sheng Yan didn’t know what he stumbled on, staggering forward.
Sheng Yan felt he’d bumped into Chuzheng, then both fell onto the steps.
A strange heartbeat sounded in his ears, Sheng Yan’s body suddenly stiffened.
Chuzheng shielded Sheng Yan’s head in the darkness and asked, "Did you get hurt?"
Her voice was cool and indifferent, without a trace of emotion.
Yet in Sheng Yan’s ears, it felt like a flame, setting him ablaze.
He murmured: "No, no."
Chuzheng propped herself up, searching her body for her phone, but after fumbling for a while she couldn’t find it.
Perhaps it fell during the tumble earlier.
"Where’s your phone?"
Sheng Yan hastily took out his phone and handed it to Chuzheng.
Just as he realized something was amiss and wanted to take the phone back, Chuzheng had already turned on the screen.
The desktop wallpaper appeared in Chuzheng’s sight.
Sheng Yan: "..."
The wallpaper was a photo of Chuzheng in the studio, the lighting a bit dim, the girl slightly lowered her head, softly tracing the outline of her profile.