Seeing him lost in thought, Meijiang became even more convinced of her suspicion. She put down her knitting, “Ling, perhaps Brother Qingjie has someone he likes now, so of course, he wouldn’t come to our house as often.”
These words jolted Wenshan awake. He has someone he likes! Is it true, Qingjie? He jumped up from the sofa, “Meijiang, I’m going out for a bit.”
She followed him to the entrance, “Are you going to find Qingjie?”
He put on his shoes. “I can’t just leave him alone. I’ll be back soon.” He opened the door and left.
“Mom, Brother Qingjie said he would marry me, how could he like someone else?” Ling cried heartbrokenly, chasing after him and clinging to her mother’s leg.
Your father also said he would only love me, but now he’s fallen for a man! Meijiang hugged her daughter, crying together.
Tian Zhong Wenshan successfully shook off the police car tailing him and drove his BMW to the building where Bing Shi Qingjie lived. His motorcycle was still there!
He took the elevator upstairs, his heart pounding with each floor indicator light. Finally, he reached the sixteenth floor. He walked to Qingjie’s door and rang the bell.
After pressing it three times with no response, Wenshan entered the code “1234.” Bing Shi Qingjie was definitely too simple, using such an easy code for his door.
The door opened, and Wenshan, barefoot, walked in. In Qingjie’s bedroom, he saw him.
Bing Shi Qingjie sat on the windowsill, one leg bent, his right hand resting on his knee, a cigarette elegantly held between his slender fingers, looking very stylish. His upper body was bare, and the belt of his jeans was undone.
What infuriated Tian Zhong Wenshan was that there was also a woman keeping him company.
“Little brother, did you come just to drink?” The woman was the advertising star Nei Tuo Zhimei.
He extended his left hand holding a glass towards her to have it filled.
“Bing Shi Qingjie!” Tian Zhong Wenshan couldn’t help but shout.
He gave him a cold glance and then pulled Zhimei into a passionate kiss. “You’ve seen it all, what do you think?” Qingjie said coldly, expressionless. “Take off your clothes, quickly!”
Nei Tuo Zhimei was startled. Bing Shi Qingjie was so cool, and he was only seventeen? She involuntarily started to remove one of her straps, but Tian Zhong Wenshan’s expression was as if he wanted to kill her!
“Get out! Don’t come back!” This kid is only seventeen, he’s a minor! Tian Zhong Wenshan dragged her out of the room.
Qingjie maintained his aloof posture, not even glancing at Wenshan.
“Why are you doing this?” Wenshan tried to suppress his anger.
“It’s none of your business. Tian Zhong Wenshan, that’s my freedom.” He got down from the windowsill and leaned against the window to smoke. “As long as I’m happy, I can sleep with whoever I want.”
He was seething with anger. “You’re only seventeen, I’m doing this for your own good!”
“How annoying. I hate hearing this kind of talk.” Qingjian coldly retorted, “I loathe you!”
Heartache! Hearing these words, Wenshan felt as if a knife had been brutally stabbed into his heart. “You’re not speaking from your heart! Qingjian, would you be happy if I left you? Answer me, only if you outright reject me will I give up!”
How could I possibly be happy without you? The heart of a lover can be so painful! Qingjian maintained a cold demeanor, “Yes, you can give up now.” Falling in love with a man was already wrong, let alone this man who has a happy life.
“No, I will never give up!” Zhong Wenshan, already heading towards the door, suddenly turned back and rushed to him. “Qingjian, I promise I will make you happy, I haven’t given you anything yet!” He looked at him earnestly, “You are so afraid of love, you must doubt my feelings for you. Don’t be afraid, my future is tightly linked with yours, please believe in me.”
“Then prove it to me!” Qingjian threw away his cigarette and grabbed his collar. “If you can’t prove it, don’t talk about believing or not believing anymore!”
“Like this, can I prove it?” Zhong Wenshan pinned him down on the bed, pulling down the zipper of his jeans. His lips sealed his lips.
He yearned for Wenshan’s embrace. Qingjian, you’ve changed completely! He also quickened his movements to undress Wenshan.
A bout of intense physical activity. Zhong Wenshan embraced Qingjian; had they really become one?
“You fool! You’re holding me so tightly it hurts!” Qingjian lay on his arm. “Wenshan, will God forgive me? Have I ruined your happiness?”
“You haven’t ruined it; you’ve given me happiness.” Wenshan kissed his lips. “Because of your appearance, I’ve re-recognized what I truly need.”
“You mean music?”
“Not just music, but you as well. I’ve gone from cherishing your talent to loving you as a person.” Wenshan’s fingers lifted his face, his deep eyes gazing at him.
Putting all hopes of happiness on one person is foolish, but I won’t push him away anymore! “Wenshan, look at me for a lifetime!” Their lips met again, bodies pressed tightly together.
Zhong Meijiang spent a sleepless night waiting for Wenshan’s return. At six o’clock, the clock chimed, and she knew her heart had been shattered. Could she bear a husband who embraced another man?
Qingjian, you’ve stolen Wenshan’s love! I will never forgive you!
Chapter Thirteen
“In this repetitive world, men and women weave countless stories. Love, affection, marriage, there’s only one way to love. I want to give you a different kind of love, regardless of how the world reacts, even if God punishes me, I won’t care…”
Now, it’s the God of Wind’s exclusive show. On TV, BAND is performing “A Different Kind of Love.” Japan’s major production companies often do not hesitate to buy out prime time slots to maximize publicity through live broadcasts, interviews, and MTVs.
Lingmu Chun waited outside the live broadcast room for them. She wanted to discuss the contract renewal with them. By June 20th, when the contract expires, there would still be twelve national tour performances left.
The indicator light in the broadcast room went off. The door opened, and Tian Zhong Wenshan was the first to come out, looking terrible and utterly helpless. Following him was Bing Shi Qingjue, strangely not dressed in his usual punk style but looking somewhat downcast. Zhu Nei Zhenxiu pushed aside Zhong Zhe Qianlin, stepping out first.
“Sorry to keep you waiting,” she said lightly, pushing him aside. “Please wait a moment. I’m here to discuss contract renewal on behalf of the company.”
“Let’s talk individually; we all have different demands,” Tian Zhong Wenshan surprisingly made a request for collaboration.
The others agreed, and Lingmu Chun first grabbed Feng Jian Yaye. “You’re the most troublesome. Let’s settle your issues first.”
She led him into an empty room next door. “The company wants to sign you for a five-year contract. According to the contract, you are obliged to release an album and hold thirty concerts each year. As for filming TV dramas or commercials, the company won’t interfere.”
“I don’t want to sing anymore,” he said, removing his gloves. “I want to retire from the entertainment industry.”
She was not surprised. “I think it’s for the best. As long as you’re in the entertainment circle, you’ll be the media’s focus, which isn’t good for you or Feng.”
“I need to do something first,” said Wenshan with a gloomy look, then turned to leave.
“Wait for me!” Qingjue chased after him.
“They seem a bit off,” Zhenxiu commented to Qianlin.
“Mind your own business,” Qianlin, uninterested in others’ private lives, replied.
Qingjue and Wenshan arrived at the parking lot.
“Do you regret it?” he asked him.
“After I went home, both Meijiang and Lingzi were gone. Qingjue, she left home because she couldn’t forgive me.” Wenshan’s expression was quite pained.
