Chapter 10: Love Letter

After class.

Ling Wu prepared to go to the cafeteria to eat, but his path was blocked by someone. The other party held no malice; on the contrary, their attitude was extremely respectful, saying that Jing Du was looking for him.

Only then did he remember Jing Du's meaningful words from outside the office yesterday: "Eight o'clock tomorrow night, come to Jingwan to find me."

This was a notification.

Ling Wu turned back and walked in the direction of Jingwan.

Jingwan.

Ling Wu stepped through the main gate. This villa was magnificently decorated; the murals on the walls were full of artistic flair, and the continuous arches and corridors interpreted a classical European aesthetic.

The villa was very large. He didn't see anyone, but he could hear the pleasant sound of a piano.

Ling Wu followed the sound up the spiral staircase to the second floor.

The melodious piano music made one think of a silent night, moonlight pouring down like water, as well as reflections in a mirror and the moon in the water, dreams and illusions...

Ling Wu pushed open the door and saw Jing Du sitting in front of the piano.

The youth lowered his head slightly, his fingertips brushing the keys intermittently. His movements were precise, the piano notes he played were hollow, mournful, and lingering, his posture was elegant, and his touch on the keys was gentle, like an elegant white swan lightly touching the surface of a lake.

The piano music ended.

Jing Du asked him, "Does it sound good?"

Ling Wu: "It sounds good. The tone of this piece is very sorrowful."

Jing Du stood up, his back to the piano. He pressed a few keys randomly with his fingertips, and his lowered eyelashes hid his sharp, captivating cold eyes: "The name of this piece is 'Love Sacrifice'."

Ling Wu translated: "Love Sacrifice?"

"That's right, this piece can also be called Love Sacrifice." Jing Du's finger took a pink letter from beside the piano, slowly twisting it with his fingertips to rub off the gold powder: "It was composed by my mother before she passed away."

"She said the tone of love is sorrow, is sacrifice..."

The tone of love is sorrow, is sacrifice.

Ling Wu's gaze darkened. This reminded him of his mother, Ling Tingwan, once a genius scientist of the Empire, now resting deep underground—was that not also a love sacrifice?

His sorrow did not last long.

He controlled the release and restraint of his emotions very well.

Jing Du asked him, "Do you agree?"

Ling Wu said objectively, "It cannot be generalized."

Jing Du was silent. He methodically pulled the paper out of the envelope, dropped the envelope on the floor, and looked at Ling Wu with a gloomy and sharp gaze.

Ling Wu took it and saw the two large characters "Love Letter" that met his eyes, with an exquisite heart drawn at the end of the characters, and the signature in the bottom right corner was: Ling Wu.

???

His gaze seemed to have been scalded; panic flashed across his face, his earlobes quickly turned crimson, and he folded the paper, stuffing it into his pocket in a rather flustered manner, like a well-behaved child who had done something wrong.

The Transmigrator had already left, yet still left him with a mess.

Ling Wu curled his five fingers.

How should he explain this?

Say the love letter wasn't written by him, that someone had occupied his body and then fallen in love with Jing Du, and now the body had been returned?

Too absurd!

Jing Du scrutinized him: "You like me?"

"I..." Ling Wu's words were interrupted.

【Ding!】

【System warm reminder: The Host's current answer violates the world's operating rules; please answer "Yes".】

Ling Wu understood. He had to accept all the stupid things the Transmigrator had done; after all, no one would believe in the existence of a so-called "Transmigrator."

Ling Wu had no choice but to nod under that scorching gaze: "Yes."

A cold, mocking laugh came from above his head.

"Heh."

"Disgusting."

It was as if Ling Wu had been stripped naked, with nowhere to hide.

"Is it because of the passing of the Same-Sex Marriage Law?" Jing Du lit a cigar with a lighter, one hand in his pocket, and blew a puff of smoke at him from above, acting intimately: "So you couldn't wait to deliver yourself to me to play with?"

"Hmm?"

Same-sex marriage had only been passed in recent years as a special provision for the nobility to conveniently toy with beautiful men.

Jing Du looked at Ling Wu's face; it certainly had the capital for it.

Ling Wu looked at him: "It's not like that."

"Pity, I don't play with men..." Jing Du pinched his chin, lifting that exquisite and beautiful face, the tip of his nose slightly flushed, his eyes covered with a layer of damp mist: "Especially men like you."

He released his hand that was restraining Ling Wu, his gaze passing over that touch of red at the corner of his eye with irritation.

How could a man be like this?

Fragile and easily broken, pure white and clean.

Jing Du finally concluded that this was Ling Wu's clever method of seduction.

【Male supporting character don't cry, Mommy will protect you!】

【Jing Du's dead mouth, if you don't know how to talk, you can donate it.】

【I want to go to a second-hand marketplace and recycle your mouth.】

【Jing Du doesn't like the male supporting character, it is indeed disgusting for the male supporting character to do this kind of thing, and he didn't say anything wrong.】

【It's normal not to like it, right? A good friend's older brother goes to great lengths to seduce you and even hands over a love letter; anyone would find it disgusting...】

【There's no need to say such vicious things, though.】

【In this comic, they're just a bunch of Celestial Dragons, arrogant and conceited; can you expect anything good to come out of their mouths?】

"I'm sorry for causing you trouble..." Ling Wu picked up the pink envelope from the floor and wiped his eyes: "Don't worry, it won't happen again."

It won't happen again?

For no reason, Jing Du's anger flared even more.

"Stay away from me from now on."

Ling Wu pulled the door open and went out, bumping head-on into a human wall; his nose bridge stung, and involuntary tears welled up, making him look like someone who had been cruelly ravaged and bullied, a rose losing its moisture, on the verge of withering.

Yu Shixue had timed his arrival perfectly to watch the show, never expecting to run into this scene.

"Sorry."

Ling Wu walked around him.

He didn't want to get too entangled.

"Wait!" Yu Shixue grabbed his wrist and turned him around, his tone softening by two degrees: "Why are you crying? Did he scold you?"

Ling Wu lifted his face, his eyes damp: "It's none of your business."

He broke free from Yu Shixue's hand and quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Yu Shixue leaned his back against the wall, repeatedly rubbing the warmth on his fingertips; the scent of soap from the youth seemed to still linger, and thinking of that tear, he couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips.

Jing Du's chilly voice drifted from the piano room: "Seen enough of the excitement?"

Yu Shixue: "Not bad."

"Thanks for the hospitality."

He picked up the white rose placed beside the piano and sniffed it, appearing somewhat curious: "He likes you so much, he even cried when he left; he looked very sad and pitiful."

"Are you sure you won't consider it?"

There was a distinct sense of probing in Yu Shixue's words.

"Consider what?" Jing Du raised his eyes and said disapprovingly: "Besides, it's impossible for me to like men."

Yu Shixue: "I didn't ask you to like him."

"However... with his status, unless he really is an illegitimate child, the Jin Family won't allow anyone to touch him."

These words were like opening Pandora's Box, giving rise to dark thoughts in one's heart.

Leaving the villa.

Ling Wu's pace was light and quick, the tear stains on his face had vanished, and there was a faint arc at the corners of his mouth; his expression was extremely calm and composed, like a completely different person from the one in the villa just now; he tore the love letter into scraps, threw them into the trash can, and left Jingwan without looking back.