Chapter 270 Extra: Tan Cheng x Cen Wenxing (22)
Cen Wenxing's answer was—
Let me think about it, you go back first.
Tan Cheng is gone.
Alice looked at Cen Wenxing for a long time before speaking.
"If it were the old you, you would have asked me to draft an agreement and contract at this point, to prepare a prenuptial agreement, to protect your personal property and your career as a pianist!"
Why won't you agree?
Why?
The moment Tan Cheng said "I want to marry you," his heart ached, it ached terribly.
Alice: "We can use someone else."
Cen Wenxing finally spoke, "I didn't say I wouldn't agree, can you let me think about it?"
"There isn't much time left for you to think."
"Don't push me, Alice."
The room fell into a deathly silence.
Alice: "Until midnight today."
Alice gave him time to think.
Thank you.
Alice left too.
Only Cen Wenxing remained in the large apartment.
He held his violin, watching the sky outside gradually darken and the city lights slowly come on.
The lights of thousands of homes resembled stars fallen to earth.
After an unknown amount of time, Cen Wenxing took out his phone and called Tan Cheng.
The phone rang only once.
The call was connected.
"Where?"
After a moment of silence, someone said, "Downstairs."
"Didn't you go back?"
"No."
Cen Wenxing gently plucked a string, producing a very soft sound.
“Your house is very big, with two floors, which I don’t really like. My house is smaller than yours, do you mind?”
"I don't mind."
The voice was low and soft, but earnest.
"There's no way to hold a wedding; it would be very rushed."
"It doesn't matter."
"I don't... I don't like you yet."
"I know."
There was a pause on the other end, followed by a sentence.
"Star, thank you."
Cen Wenxing closed his eyes; the pain in his chest was even more pronounced than before.
During the years when Tan Cheng secretly watched his performances from the back row and sent him flowers without cards, Cen Wenxing suddenly felt that Tan Cheng wasn't as talented as he seemed.
He even seems mentally challenged.
He used to be so cold, like an emotionless robot, unmoved by any emotion.
But she was truly moved, and unaware of the value of human kindness, she eagerly offered it to him.
Cen Wenxing broke it.
He handed it over again.
It broke.
It was handed over again.
Cen Wenxing thought that if Tan Cheng could see what kind of person he was, he would surely leave.
A person who cannot accept him completely is not worthy of being his partner.
Cen Wenxing then told him about his childhood experiences and took him to see the place where he lived and grew up.
Tan Cheng heard it and saw it.
Tan Cheng did not leave.
This might be the best person for him.
Cen Wenxing wanted to take it slow.
Follow the normal procedures.
But fate played a cruel trick on us, and things didn't go as planned.
Cen Wenxing put down his violin.
"sorry."
"Star, you don't need to apologize to me."
The one who is loved doesn't need to apologize.
Cen Wenxing: "Then let's go to Las Vegas, tonight."
Las Vegas, the wedding capital.
The marriage registration office never closes.
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Alice sometimes feels quite helpless.
Yesterday, that person absolutely refused to agree, acting like marriage was going to cost him his life. Today, he slapped the marriage certificate right in her face!
The speed is so fast, it's practically the ultimate science fiction.
With the marriage certificate in hand, Alice immediately began public relations efforts.
With Tan Cheng's help, the news spread incredibly fast; even the dogs on the street were unaware of it because of his inadequate work.
Therefore, you can see people online criticizing Cen Wenxing in the morning, and then exclaiming "Wow, he got married?" in the afternoon.
Cen Wenxing also posted on Weibo, sharing a photo of their marriage certificate.
[Xingxing was also surprised by this; she was so moved by Mr. Tan.]
It has a name and surname!
It doesn't look fake!
All the curses turned into congratulations.
Even the orchestra sent Cen Wenxing back.
Cen Wenxing put away his phone and leaned against the door frame to watch Tan Cheng pack his things.
He moved in today and offered to live in the second bedroom.
While tidying up, he had a smile on his face, and even when he accidentally bumped his head into the cabinet, he was still laughing.
He doesn't seem very bright; he gives off a feeling that Chinese mathematics is predictable from the start.
The happier he was, the more distressed Cen Wenxing became.
Tan Cheng was halfway through tidying up when the medicine bottle suddenly rolled out. Before he could pick it up, Cen Wenxing was one step ahead.
Nothing special, the bottle itself is Vitamin C.
Cen Wenxing then returned the medicine bottle to him.
Tan Cheng took it, his palms sweating nervously.
After Cen Wenxing left, he found a secluded spot and hid the medicine.
Before going to bed, Tan Cheng received several WeChat messages from Yu Ni, asking him if the things online were true and if he was the one who married Cen Wenxing.
Tan Cheng thought he was being very reserved, but in reality, he replied with a single word in a very high-profile manner.
right.
There was no reply from them.
Tan Cheng lay on the bed, holding his phone and grinning foolishly.
After laughing for a while, he wanted to take out his marriage certificate to look at it again.
Then continue having fun.
The door was suddenly pushed open.
Tan Cheng subconsciously closed his eyes.
The person who came did not make a fuss about walking quietly to the bedside.
Immediately afterwards, a pillow was thrown at Tan Cheng's face, as if he were venting his anger.
"You sleep so well, it seems I'm the only one who can't sleep on our wedding night."
Tan Cheng was so startled that he sat up.
He watched in surprise as Cen Wenxing pulled off his blanket, grabbed his pillow, and lay down beside him.
He just lay down like that.
For half a minute, Tan Cheng's mind went blank.
Half a minute later, he lay down stiffly.
After lying down, my hands didn't feel like hands, my feet didn't feel like feet, and my whole body felt tense.
"How did you get here?"
"This is my home."
"..."
Tan Cheng fell silent.
Cen Wenxing turned over in frustration, his back to Tan Cheng.
I've seen a lot in bars, but none of them apply to the current situation.
After a while, Tan Cheng asked, "Xingxing, can't you sleep?"
"Um."
"Do you want me to recite pi for you?"
"..."
Cen Wenxing was speechless for a moment, then laughed.
I laughed, but then I thought, how could anyone be so stupid?
It's already stupid enough to just chat under the covers, but this guy has to memorize pi.
"No need, go to sleep."
Tan Cheng gave an "Oh," and it was clear he was disappointed.
"Would you like a hand massage?"
Cen Wenxing slowly turned around and put her hand in his.
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The news of Tan Cheng and Cen Wenxing's marriage spread very quickly.
After the matter with the band was resolved, Alice Teng took action, intending to deal with Gongqu.
Unexpectedly, no such person could be found; Tan Cheng had already dealt with him.
With her biggest threat eliminated, Alice finally relaxed.
For Cen Wenxing's first group training session back with the band, he chose an incredibly awesome piece, deliberately showing off his skills. Those training with him were sweating profusely but still couldn't keep up.
After finishing his performance, Cen Wenxing arrogantly raised his chin at the violinist in the orchestra who wanted to step on him to get ahead.
"That's really bad."
The violinist's face turned bright red, and he quit the orchestra the next day.
Cen Wenxing's prestige continues to rise, and many people even want to become his apprentices.
Cen Wenxing felt he was not yet old enough to take on apprentices, so he ignored them.
Unexpectedly, someone had ulterior motives, wearing clothes that accentuated her figure to seduce Cen Wenxing, and even said that her husband seemed very unromantic, so why not find him as her soulmate?
Cen Wenxing approached him and looked him up and down.
"With your level of skill, you're not even good enough to be an apprentice, let alone a soulmate? You'll still pee even without a mirror? Or is your pee matte?"
Somehow, this matter reached Tan Cheng's ears.
During their holiday, Tan Cheng and Cen Wenxing were making cookies.
Tan Cheng is good at mixing proportions, but not at shaping.
Stretch it into a long strip.
The vanilla flavor is alright.
Chocolate...
It is difficult to stimulate people's appetite.
Cen Wenxing took on the job.
He squeezed out a few pretty-shaped ones, and Tan Cheng suddenly said, "Xingxing, am I really that clueless about romance?"
"Yes, that's right."
"Then why don't you teach me a little more?"
Cen Wenxing's hand trembled, and a large lump of it was squeezed out.
It looks even more like poop than a long strip.
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