Chapter 83

When friends meet, they don't rush into serious matters.

Sheldon was well prepared.

He did not take Song Mo to a five-star hotel for dinner.

Because that would seem disrespectful.

Following the Allen Family's protocol for honoring distinguished guests, he brought Song Mo to his estate and brought out his long-stored vintage wine.

The family's contracted chef was meticulously preparing the banquet.

This meal, excluding wine, cost roughly three hundred thousand U. S. dollars.

If you include the wine…

Hey, this stuff is priceless!

Masterpiece! A hundred years of aging!

Drink one bottle, lose one bottle!

At the banquet, there was no one else—only Song Mo, Sheldon, and Adelin; as for Bruce… he had been sent to eat at a five-star hotel.

Bruce himself had no complaints; in fact, he preferred this casual atmosphere—eating with his master and Sheldon made him feel immense pressure just looking at those rare delicacies and peerless wines.

At the banquet.

Sheldon sat across from Song Mo.

Adelin sat beside Song Mo.

The scent of roses seemed to linger near his nose.

Song Mo saw a Piano beside the terrace table and slowly rose.

"Come to think of it, I haven't played the Piano in a while."

"The atmosphere tonight is perfect."

"Let me perform a piece."

Adelin's eyes sparkled.

Glinting, like stars.

They could rival the bright moon above.

"Yes yes! I haven't heard Brother Song Mo play the Piano in so long!"

Sheldon said enviously:

"Song Mo, do you know? Since childhood, Adelin has never wanted to call me brother. How come I feel like an outsider?"

"Adelin, don't be fooled by this kid's looks and piano skills—he's actually… cough, your brother here is also quite outstanding."

Adelin glared at Sheldon.

"Who asked you to speak?"

"Also, please stop calling him 'Song Mo.'"

"What do you even compare yourself to? Your wastrel status?"

At this, Sheldon actually grew proud.

"Adelin, there's one thing I'm definitely better than Song Mo at!"

Adelin smirked dismissively.

Sheldon panicked and shouted:

"Adelin, you must respect me!"

"I'm your real brother!"

"Very well, honorable Mr. Sheldon, please tell me—what exactly are you better than Song Mo at?"

Adelin asked, feigning innocence.

Sheldon boasted:

"I'm richer than Song Mo!"

"And I've slept with more women than he has!"

"Over the years, I've been with at least eight hundred, if not a thousand—each one a goddess in others' eyes."

"Adelin, in this one thing, I'm definitely better than Song Mo!"

"Don't be fooled by his looks and a bit of money—he's actually extremely conservative, and his life is practically monastic!"

Adelin couldn't take it anymore.

She was tempted to kick off her sandals and slap Sheldon right across the face.

"Sheldon!"

"If you say another word like that, I'll tell Grandpa and Grandma—and Grandfather and Grandmother too!"

"I warn you: how you behave is your own business, but if you dare corrupt Song Mo, you'll regret it!"

He had been slightly tipsy from a bit of wine.

After hearing Adelin's words,

Sheldon instantly sobered up.

"Alright, Adelin."

"You know I was just talking nonsense."

Ignoring the sibling squabble,

Song Mo sat on the piano bench and felt the moonlight pouring down, a faint chill brushing his skin.

He had suggested playing the Piano

Not only because the atmosphere suited it.

And there was the most crucial reason.

Which was...

Song Mo's Piano proficiency level was about to break through!

The first skill to break through the Master proficiency cap!

He was about to step over the threshold of the Transcendental!

He had been close to breaking through before, but Song Mo wasn't in a hurry, nor did he deliberately set aside other matters at hand for a long time to practice the Piano exclusively.

Today, inspiration suddenly struck.

Moreover, the dinner Sheldon had prepared had an excellent atmosphere.

Playing the Piano at a moment like this was worth ten ordinary sessions.

Song Mo placed his hands on the Piano, the terrace sky clear, the moon bright.

The moonlight bathed his silhouette, lending a sense of mystery.

His handsome front was unseen, yet not the slightest bit was lost.

On the contrary, the atmosphere only grew stronger.

Sheldon, seeing this scene, was also slightly stunned. As a man, he couldn't even muster a shred of jealousy, because the gap was simply too vast—like facing a divine being in a god's kingdom—so there was nothing to be jealous of.

"Fuck, that's seriously handsome, I'm almost hating myself for not being a woman."

Sheldon suddenly felt he understood Adelin a little.

If he were a woman, forget about eagerly offering herself for free.

Even being played by Song Mo, she'd do it willingly, and would even fear Song Mo wouldn't play her anymore.

Sheldon thought for a moment, then said to Adelin:

"Sis, I think you being a bit more proactive would actually be pretty good."

"Even if you got a free lay, it'd be a guaranteed profit, no loss."

"Shut up!"

Adelin had been about to hold her breath.

At this moment she was suddenly interrupted by Sheldon.

Very displeased.

But this also served as an indirect reminder to her.

Adelin took out her phone from the small bag on her person.

Carefully focused.

Found a suitable angle.

Began filming Song Mo.

How could she bear to let such a breathtaking moment slip away in an instant!

She had to record it!

Adelin began to feel a little intoxicated.

A Frenchwoman! Romance etched into her very bones!

Although nowadays many French people use romance as an excuse to justify their messy romantic entanglements, even affairs and trysts.

But in traditional Adelin's heart.

She had a profound faith in romance.

Moonlight, beauty, fine wine.

Fulfilling this noble lady's every fantasy of a Prince Charming.

What a pity though...

Adelin looked at Sheldon beside her.

Her delicate nose couldn't help but scrunch slightly.

—What a pity there was also a pig-head utterly ruining the mood.

Song Mo gently closed his eyes.

Yet his state was quite wondrous.

As if his whole body were submerged in water, as though he could feel the moonlight flowing, the moon goddess casting her favoring gaze.

His fingertips lifted lightly.

Beautiful soft sounds poured forth like flowing water.

Ding ding dong dong...

It wasn't any famous composer's score.

Rather, Song Mo, entirely based on his own feelings,

Naturally, with his fingers, with the keys, depicted the feelings in his heart.

The restless Sheldon, the dreamy Adelin.

They both fell silent now.

Listening quietly.

Song Mo's piano playing was different from before. The piano of old was a form of expression, but today, within the expressive piano, there seemed to be something extra.

Extremely infectious.

The piano sound contained power!

It could change a person's state of mind!

It could soothe a person's soul!

Sheldon's recent decadent, dissipated air had been washed away, as if he had undergone a kind of sublimation.

Adelin's girlish flights of fancy were soothed at last; no longer did longing swell in her heart only to be met by boundless unease.

She had gained a measure of composure and poise.

Beneath the moonlight.

The Moon Prince gave an impassioned performance.

He began his solo.

(End of chapter)