Chapter 263 Extra: Tan Cheng x Cen Wenxing (15)
Tan Cheng carried a bouquet of flowers to the backstage to find Cen Wenxing, and just then he saw someone walk out of Cen Wenxing's dressing room and leave from the other side.
The figure looked strangely familiar.
Tan Cheng stood at the door of the lounge for a moment before entering.
Cen Wenxing's gaze swept over the bouquet in his hand.
Alice recognized her too.
The flowers are exactly the same as those sent anonymously over the past few years.
Cen Wenxing put away his violin. "Did you recognize who that person was just now?"
Tan Cheng honestly replied, "He looks a bit like Uncle Gong."
“Hmm.” Cen Wenxing closed the zither case. “Tan Cheng, fate is cruel. Your white moonlight and your substitute have become brothers.”
"..."
He could still laugh.
Tan Cheng couldn't laugh at all.
He's not exactly a "white moonlight" (ideal figure in Chinese literature).
Cen Wenxing laughed, "Who cares?"
Tan Cheng was taken aback by his nonchalant demeanor and asked after a moment of silence.
Why did he come to see you?
"They said they felt guilty towards me for not fulfilling their duty of raising me all these years, and planned to give me a sum of money. I've told you the news, do you want to tell your white moonlight? After all, every penny I take away means a penny less for him."
Tan Cheng: "This is your family matter. I just find it strange."
What's strange about it?
"I don't know much."
He was obsessed with math and didn't know much about the intricate relationships and conflicts between wealthy families.
"I heard that Uncle Gong is preparing for a divorce, and he may want to use you to transfer assets."
Cen Wenxing paused for a moment, his eyes filled with mockery.
"I knew it! They came to give me money out of the blue, they were up to no good!"
After having a one-night stand with his mother, he just walked away and disappeared for over twenty years without a trace. What kind of good person could he be?
"I understand, thank you."
“I can help you.” Tan Cheng stepped forward, trying his best to promote himself. “You know I’m very good at math problems.”
For him, such asset liquidation was very simple.
"Yes, you're very good at this. What if you side with your white moonlight and trick me?"
"I can't, I can't, star."
This is no small matter, and Cen Wenxing will not gamble with it.
"I will find a lawyer and do a paternity test first."
Tan Cheng wanted to say something, but after opening his lips, he didn't say anything more.
Cen Wenxing and Gong Qu arranged a paternity test in private, and the results showed that the two were indeed related as father and son.
Gong Qu burst into tears on the spot, repeatedly apologizing to Cen Wenxing and promising to make amends, and even hugging Cen Wenxing.
Cen Wenxing took a step back to avoid it.
What are you acting for? Stop acting here!
"I still have work to do, please go ahead."
Cen Wenxing got into the car, glanced at Gong Qu in the rearview mirror, stepped on the gas, and fed Gong Qu a mouthful of exhaust fumes.
You bastard, you only deserve to eat this!
Back at the band, Alice inquired about the paternity test results and was extremely conflicted upon learning them.
"If he offers you money, will you take it or not?"
"I haven't decided yet."
How much will he give you?
"The villa is worth 300 million yuan, and it is said that there are some collections, calligraphy and paintings inside. All in all, it may be worth 500 million yuan."
Alice gasped, exclaiming, "I hate rich people! Why can't there be one more rich person like me in this world?!" Then she asked, "Aren't you tempted?"
"I'm tempted, but I need to be alive to feel that way, right? What if inheriting it lands me in jail? Wouldn't that be a huge loss?"
Alice hesitated for a moment, then took out a thick stack of documents from her bag and handed them to him.
The feeling of stealing is very strong.
"I think with this you shouldn't go to jail."
"What is that?"
"The documents compiled by General Manager Tan seem to include all of Gong Qu's assets, including stocks and funds."
Cen Wenxing took it incredulously and casually flipped through a couple of pages.
The contents are frighteningly detailed.
Only three days had passed since Tan Cheng learned the news.
In just three days, Gongqu's underwear has been stripped down to this extent...
People who do math are a bit intimidating.
"How does he know so much about Gongqu's assets? Did he infiltrate Baiyueguang's group?" Even a professional probably couldn't come up with such detailed information.
Alice looked at the documents and remembered Tan Cheng's appearance.
He had very dark circles under his eyes, his eyes were bloodshot, and his complexion was not good.
I guess I didn't get a good night's sleep because I was rushing to finish this document.
"Mr. Tan said to contact him if I need help. You can trust him."
Cen Wenxing held the documents in his hand.
It was heavy.
It's probably heavier than the heart.
"I see."
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After the third show in France, the orchestra planned to have a meal together before moving on to their next stop in Italy.
The gathering was held at a restaurant frequented by the band.
Before entering, Cen Wenxing noticed some people acting suspiciously on the street.
Not long after he sat down, the waiter handed him a small note.
The note was opened to reveal Tan Cheng's handwriting.
—Looking at my phone
Cen Wenxing took out his phone, saw the message Tan Cheng had sent, walked out of the private room, and found Tan Cheng at the back door. Tan Cheng was holding a blond-haired guy in his hand; the guy had injuries on his face and looked a bit disheveled.
I estimate that this fight with the blond guy will be a hard-fought victory.
Cen Wenxing suddenly felt that Tan Cheng was a bit slow.
He's clumsy when he speaks, clumsy when he's emotional, and clumsy when he fights.
Now, holding onto the blond-haired guy, he looked at him with a silly expression.
Why are you arresting him? What's going on?
"The actors hired by the government are here to kidnap you."
"Tie me up?"
Tan Cheng's face was grim. He nodded and kicked the blond-haired man in the back of the knee, forcing him to kneel.
"You tell me yourself."
Huang Mao confessed honestly that a man had paid them a sum of money to stage a kidnapping to improve the relationship between father and son.
There are even prop daggers that automatically retract and spray blood.
Cen Wenxing laughed when he heard this.
After clarifying the details of the plan, they persuaded Tan Cheng to release the man.
Tan Cheng: "Why?"
"If you've been paid, of course you have to work."
Tan Cheng was puzzled.
Cen Wenxing pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, took advantage of his connections, lit it, put it in his mouth, and grinned maliciously.
"Gong Qu isn't just a show-off; the stage's all set up. If I don't go through with it, wouldn't I be wasting money?"
After he finished speaking, he didn't hear anyone respond. He looked up and saw Tan Cheng staring blankly at him.
Cen Wenxing, a cigarette dangling from his lips, said, "What? Never seen me before? You think I've ruined the Cen Wenxing you imagined? You should know, this is the real me—"
"No, it's very sexy."
Cen Wenxing was interrupted by Tan Cheng halfway through his sentence, and was so shocked by Tan Cheng's words that he almost spit out the smoke in his mouth.
He leaned against the wall, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and looked at Tan Cheng with a mocking expression.
Seeing the genuine amazement in his eyes, he took off his cigarette and mischievously blew all the smoke from his mouth onto Tan Cheng's face.
Question: "Is it still sexy?"
Tan Cheng nodded. "Mm."
Cen Wenxing laughed, "Idiot, do you have some kind of misunderstanding about what sexy is?"
"I don't."
The words had barely left his mouth.
Cen Wenxing heard Alice's footsteps.
"Open your mouth."
Tan Cheng was puzzled.
With lightning speed, Cen Wenxing took the cigarette from Tan Cheng's mouth and stuffed it into his mouth.
The next second, Alice appeared.
"Xing, you're smoking again..."
The cigarette was in Tan Cheng's mouth.
Tan Cheng: "..."
Alice smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Tan, I thought it was our Ah Xing secretly smoking again."
Tan Cheng's movements were clumsy; he took off his cigarette and took the blame.
"It's me."
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