As he passed one lounge, Qi Shejiang heard music coming from a door that wasn’t completely shut—sounds of Western musical instruments, followed by a distinctive magnetic male voice; it seemed to be from a performer in the same show. Qi Shejiang was drawn in by the singing and couldn’t help but stop.
Through the crack of the door, Qi Shejiang saw a familiar figure flash by.
After a couple of seconds of recollection, he realized it was Zhang Yue, whom he had encountered in the company building.
Qi Shejiang didn’t listen for long before heading to the bathroom. In the stall, he changed his clothes and adjusted his gown before stepping out.
He saw Zhang Yue in front of the sink, dabbing water on his clothes, possibly having gotten some stains on them. When Zhang Yue heard the commotion, he glanced in the mirror and froze, meeting Qi Shejiang’s gaze through the reflection.
“Mr. Zhang,” Qi Shejiang greeted him. “I’m sorry about last time. Just now, I passed by your lounge and heard you singing; it sounded really good.”
His expression seemed sincere with a smile, making one wonder about his emotions.
Alright, this apology sounded quite heartfelt, but Zhang Yue still didn’t want to engage with him. After a while, he noticed Qi Shejiang was still staring at him, and Qi Shejiang had just respectfully addressed him as “you.” Zhang Yue hesitated and felt a rush of heat, giving a nod without grumbling.
Qi Shejiang asked, “What’s the name of that song? Who wrote it?”
Zhang Yue responded, “…………” He had just sung it in the lounge; it was his signature piece, written by himself.
Qi Shejiang must be doing this on purpose, asking him such a question?? “Are you trying to pick a fight?” Zhang Yue suddenly pushed Qi Shejiang against the wall and threateningly inquired. Qi Shejiang was taken aback but quickly guessed, “I’m sorry, did I offend you? I often stay abroad, so I’m not very aware.”
