Chapter 595 Father can only be Gu Feng Outside the French windows of Gu Feng's study, a full moon hangs in the dark blue night sky, its silvery light shining through the glass and spreading a thin layer of frost on the rosewood table.
Tang Qi sat alone at the table, her fingertips gripping the stem of a wine glass, the dark red wine swirling in the glass.
This was her eighth glass already. She usually had a good tolerance for alcohol, but now even her hand was trembling as she poured the wine. A few drops of wine splashed down the side of the bottle and landed on the sheet music for "Is She a Mother or a Daughter," leaving small, dark marks.
She raised her hand to rub her heavy temples, and a wave of intoxication washed over her eyelids. Her gaze fell on the moon outside the window, and suddenly her eyes reddened.
Tang Qi fumbled for her phone on the corner of the table. The light from the screen made her squint. Her finger hovered over Gu Luo's number for a while, her nails almost digging into her palm. In the end, she gently swiped it and changed it to another familiar number.
"Beep—beep—" The phone rang twice before being answered, and Lin Yilin's strong voice came from the other end: "What's wrong?"
Tang Qi's breathing suddenly became heavier, and the drunkenness made her voice slurred, but she couldn't hide the pride in her eyes. She smiled and said, "Yilin, our son... our Xiao Luo, he's really amazing!"
She grabbed the sheet music from the table: "He wrote a song for me and Shu Ning called 'Is She a Mother or a Daughter,' you know? The lyrics and the music are enough to go down in history, and he did it in just one afternoon! Xiao Luo's talent is stronger than any of those so-called geniuses in the industry, surpassing everyone else!"
There was silence on the other end of the phone, broken only by the soft sound of breathing.
Tang Qi waited a few seconds, then continued rambling, "I was stunned when I saw the sheet music today. Shu Ning said it was written by Xiao Luo when he was inspired... You have no idea how outstanding Xiao Luo is now, all the girls around him like him... But I only like Ning Ning..."
"How much did you drink?" Lin Yilin finally spoke, interrupting her.
"Not many... just seven or eight glasses." Tang Qi slurred, swirling her glass, then laughed. "Yilin, do you want to come to the concert sometime?"
"Let Sister Zhang make you some hangover soup." Lin Yilin's voice turned cold, and after a few seconds of silence, his tone became as hard as a rock.
These words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing Tang Qi's drunkenness.
Her fingers tightened around the phone, knuckles turning white, and tears finally welled up in her eyes: "Lin Yilin, do you really not want your own son anymore...?"
"Tang Qi! Don't you think you've gone too far?" Lin Yilin's anger erupted instantly, her voice booming through the receiver: "I'm telling you this one last time, I'll never have the face to see him again! He can have many mothers—you, Luo Liang, even others—but his father can only be Gu Feng, and will only ever be Gu Feng! If you bring this up again, I'll turn against you!"
The anger in the receiver pierced Tang Qi's heart like needles, completely sobering her up. She trembled uncontrollably, collapsing onto the table in anguish, burying her face in the cold sheet music, tears streaming down her cheeks, soaking a large section of the paper: "I...I just wanted you to know that our son...he's amazing...I..."
She said "I" several times, but the rest of her words were choked up by sobs, and she could no longer finish them.
"That's settled then. I'll message Sister Zhang." Lin Yilin's voice softened slightly, but it still carried an undeniable resolve. Then, with a "click," the phone was disconnected.
Tang Qi slowly put down her phone, her gaze falling on the sheet music soaked with tears. Her fingers gently brushed over the blurred words, as if touching Gu Luo's warm fingertips.
The moonlight shone on her profile, revealing clear tear tracks. She picked up the sheet music, pressed it to her chest, and hugged it tightly.
The wine glass on the table had fallen over, and the wine dripped down the edge of the table, spreading dark stains on the carpet like an unhealable wound.
Tang Qi sat in the moonlight, holding the sheet music, her body trembling slightly. Only the movement of her fingertips tracing the sheet music was as gentle as if she were caressing Gu Luo when he was a child.
On the other side.
The middle-aged man, with a gloomy expression, was the same, his phone constantly playing various videos of Gu Luo and reading the comments in the comment section.
That's enough.
That's enough.
Gu Luo's father can only be Gu Feng.
No one can stop that.
He had no choice but to do this because he couldn't control Tang Qi above him.
The debt I owe Gu Feng and Gu Luo is something I can never repay in this lifetime.
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