Chapter 103 She played the harmonica, and it was like listening to celestial music; my ears were momentarily captivated.
Murong Ting was slightly taken aback when he saw his son walk in with tears on his face.
He frowned and stepped down from the table: "What's wrong?"
The son rarely cried, and even when the father hit him, he would only pretend to shed a couple of tears.
But now...
His expression hardened: "Did that girl Kong Ran bully you?!"
Murong Chen wiped away his tears: "Sister Ran would never bully me."
Murong Ting: "...Then why are you crying?"
Murong Chen sniffed: "Daddy, so you were looking for Chanyi to save Great-Grandpa? What illness does Great-Grandpa have?"
Murong Ting paused, sighed, and patted his son's head: "Don't worry, no matter what illness your great-grandfather has, as long as Chanyi treats him, he will definitely be cured, okay?"
Murong Chen nodded and said, "Daddy, aren't you stupid? I told you a long time ago that Mommy is Chanyi, but you just wouldn't believe me. If you had believed me earlier, maybe Great-Grandpa's illness would have been cured by now."
Murong Ting flicked his son's forehead: "Have you ever heard the story of the boy who cried wolf? It's your fault for always lying to your daddy."
Murong Chen snorted: "Trying to shift the blame again. You only didn't believe Mommy because you looked down on her. Now you're willing to swallow your pride? Aren't you ashamed?"
Murong Ting: "You brat, that's enough, your father can't argue with you."
"That's because I'm in the right, Daddy. Can you and Mommy take me to see Great-Grandpa tonight?"
Murong Ting frowned: "We'll definitely be very busy at the old house, and we won't be able to take care of you."
"I don't need you to worry about me!" Murong Chen immediately said, "I'll just stay with you obediently, without making a fuss or running around!"
He hugged Murong Ting's leg: "Daddy, please let me go. I'm really worried about Great-Grandpa."
Unable to resist his son's pleading, Murong Ting had no choice but to give in: "Alright then, you can come with us after dinner."
Murong Chen burst into laughter through his tears: "Okay, I love you, Daddy!"
Murong Ting shook his head: "Go wash your face. What kind of mess are you making of, crying like a little cat?"
"Okay." Murong Chen turned to leave, but then suddenly remembered something and turned back, saying, "Daddy, you'd better get dressed up too, otherwise Mommy is so beautiful, and when you're filming the video later, you'll look too unworthy of her standing next to her."
Murong Ting was in a rare good mood and chuckled, "You brat, mind your own business and get out of here."
Murong Chen chuckled, made a face, and ran out.
...
In the room, Kong Wange finished washing up and changed into a set of comfortable home clothes. She had only been lying on the bed for a short while when she heard a knock on the door.
She was slightly taken aback.
The children didn't knock before coming, so the person who came must be Murong Ting.
What is he doing here?
As expected, Murong Ting's towering 1.9-meter frame blocked the doorway when the door was opened.
Kong Wange raised an eyebrow: "Something wrong?"
Murong Ting coughed lightly and said awkwardly, "Do you remember the video I sent to Grandpa last time?"
Kong Wange nodded: "What's wrong? Is Grandpa not satisfied?"
"No... it's Grandpa who's urging me to update."
Kong Wange: "..."
"So you've come to ask me to film a video."
Murong Ting's Adam's apple bobbed slightly: "Mm."
Compared to his hesitation, Kong Wange seemed much more natural: "Sure, what do you want to film?"
"I don't know either……"
Kong Wange rolled her eyes, wanting to say that if you haven't thought it through, then think it through before you come back.
But seeing his somewhat helpless expression, he ultimately didn't chase him away.
She sighed and stepped aside: "Come in and let's talk."
Murong entered the house.
Kong Wange asked, "How is Grandpa's health?"
"As usual, he looks unwell. He never tells me if he's feeling unwell."
Kong Wange thought for a moment and took out a harmonica from the cabinet: "How about I play a harmonica for Grandpa in a bit, and then we can talk for a bit together? That should cheer him up."
Murong Ting paused slightly: "A harmonica?"
Kong Wange casually replied, "Hmm, it's been a long time since I've played it. I wonder if I can still play it well."
Murong Ting's breathing became slightly rapid.
Once upon a time... Wen Yan also liked to play the harmonica.
Although he couldn't see her face at that time, he could remember her piano music—forever so melodious and beautiful.
"Okay, let's do it your way." Murong Ting turned around, fixed his phone on a stand, and then sat down on the edge of her bed.
A soft, off-white blanket was laid on the bay window, and the afternoon sun shone on it, making it feel warm and cozy.
Kong Wange sat casually on the bay window, her posture languid, and put her harmonica to her lips.
Murong Ting unconsciously clenched his fist at his side.
The aura surrounding her was remarkably similar to the gentle and kind person he had once imagined.
He could hear his heart beating slightly faster.
Just as he looked on with tender anticipation, the sound of a harmonica finally filled the bedroom.
"Good luck, may good luck bring you joy and love..."
Murong Ting, who was eagerly anticipating a melody as gentle as a spring breeze: "???"
On the windowsill, Kong Wange was completely absorbed in her work.
As she played a joyful tune, her whole body swayed unconsciously.
Her eyes were closed, and her lips were slightly upturned, as if she were very happy.
Murong Ting looked at her, his eyes shifting from anticipation and longing to disappointment, and finally, he was speechless.
What possessed him to associate this woman with Yan Yan?
Yan Yan was so gentle and kind, but she died. They were clearly two completely different people.
Aside from her identity as Chanyi, her taste is nowhere near as good as Yanyan's.
After Kong Wange finished playing the piece, she felt very satisfied and stood up with a warm smile: "How was it? Did you play it well?"
Murong Ting glanced at the camera next to him, then turned back and forced a smile, saying, "It sounds beautiful, like celestial music that brightens the ears."
Kong Wange: "..."
Is this man being sarcastic towards her?
She rolled her eyes inwardly, but smiled and pulled Murong Ting down to sit: "Come on, let's say a few words to Grandpa together."
Caught off guard, Murong Ting plopped down next to her, the two of them sitting extremely close.
Although she was wearing clothes, he could clearly feel her body temperature through the thin fabric.
A faint fragrance lingered around him, and his heart pounded involuntarily.
Kong Wange smiled and said into the phone, "Grandpa, I specially played 'Good Luck' for you just now. I hope you'll always be smiling and have good luck. I hope you're happy at the old house. Tonight, Ah Ting and I will come to see you."
As she spoke, she grabbed Murong Ting's hand and shook it toward the screen.
Feeling the woman's soft hand pull him, Murong Ting stiffened and instinctively waved his hand in response to her strength.
Kong Wange then threw him aside, stood up and turned off the video. Her smiling face instantly darkened, and she turned her head and said coldly, "Alright, take it and hand it in."
Seeing her change of expression faster than flipping through a book, for some reason, Murong Ting felt a strange sense of loss.
He remained expressionless and coughed lightly, saying, "Thanks. You should rest for a while; you still need to go back to the old house tonight."
"Okay, I understand," Kong Wange replied coldly.
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