Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 142 Spend a lot of money for her! (3)
For a couple who have just announced their marriage, this is definitely not a good thing.

The camera has already focused on the purple figure under the spotlight, just waiting for her to take off the mask.

Jin Ziqi didn't raise her hand to untie the rope. She looked at Qin Yuan with her eyes under the mask, nodded slightly, turned around, and walked slowly towards the piano next to the main stage under the spotlight.

After sitting down in front of the piano, she turned to look at Qin Yuan: "If Boss Qin doesn't give up, I can play a song for Boss Qin as a gift in return."

When all the guests sighed in disappointment from time to time, Jin Ziqi didn't care whether Qin Yuan agreed or not, his fingers had already dropped on the piano keys, and then the music flowed out skillfully and smoothly.

Even Jin Ziqi's face under the mask flashed with astonishment.

Almost as soon as she put her fingers on the piano, she played involuntarily.

It seemed that playing the piano was an innate instinct of her body.

Song Qiyan stood up when he saw Jin Ziqi walking to the piano, and Qin Yuan over there did the same.

The two men looked at each other, seeing struggle and hesitation in each other's eyes.

But no one stepped forward to stop Jin Ziqi.

Because they already know it well, but they haven't pierced that layer of paper yet.

Jin Ziqi's spine was very straight, his slightly raised eyelashes were lowered, and his delicate fingers were flying over the keys.

Song Qiyan heard clearly that Qin Yuan spoke the moment Jin Ziqi's hand touched the keys.

The low voice suppressed too many emotions, and what he read out was the title of a song——

"Castle in the Sky".

Like an innate tacit understanding, the sound of "Laputa in the Sky" really sounded from the piano keys next to the main stage, haunting the entire banquet hall with a touch of sadness.

The noisy guests slowly quieted down, listening to the smooth and elegant piano music.

Jin Ziqi's attention was completely devoted to the piano, playing smoothly, as if every note had already been memorized in his heart, or... engraved in his blood.

Song Qiyan didn't look at her face, his eyes kept on her fingers.

Looking at the skillful movements of the round fingertips, his brows were slowly furrowed, and his expression became intense.

This kind of Jin Ziqi is too strange, noble and indifferent, as if standing on the top of the clouds.

This piece of music is specially played for another man.

Or, in the past, this was also a secret that only belonged to the two of them?

Song Qiyan's eyes turned slightly, and he saw Qin Yuan getting so close to the piano at some point.

Standing beside the piano stand in a white suit, he stared down at Jin Ziqi who was playing.

I couldn't see the emotion in his eyes clearly, but I saw him suddenly turn and walk away.

Song Qiyan clenched his hands slowly, as if his heart was blocked by something.

Looking at Jin Ziqi who lowered his head and focused on the keys, he somehow felt that she was too far away from him.

Is this still the Jin Ziqi who was worried about him crying because of the car accident?

The Jin Ziqi who made him willing to abandon his self-esteem and stalk him?
Song Qiyan thought that the one he saw before his eyes should be the smiling young girl in a white dress that he saw in the investigation materials.

At that time, a boy named Qin Yuan was by her side.

The past of those years, at least, he did not participate in it.

The violin was added in the second verse, melodious yet steady.

Jin Ziqi's fingertips paused, but he didn't stop there, and the keys he struck immediately covered up his momentary loss of consciousness.

She didn't look up to see who was pulling, she didn't want to be distracted by it.

She felt her fingers being guided by the violin, as if there were butterflies flying behind her.

To lead her mind into another blue sky.

The grievance and loss of the piano even surpasses the timbre of the violin, but it cannot overshadow the violin.

The timbres are interlinked, like two butterflies entangled endlessly, they don't seem to be very in love, but they are lingering all the way.

Just because Jin Ziqi didn't look up doesn't mean the others didn't see it.

Qin Yuan, who went back and forth, stood beside the piano, playing the violin, like a hesitant prince.

But his eyes never left Jin Ziqi for a moment.

The unspeakable tacit understanding instantly caused a lot of discussion among the guests in the audience——

It's not like playing an ensemble for the first time at all, it's more like practicing over time.

Or, is there any unspoken secret between Miss Jin's family and President Qin's?
At the end of the song, Jin Ziqi withdrew his finger, looked up and saw Qin Yuan next to him.

There was a moment of surprise, but then a faint smile appeared.

Nodding politely, he no longer stops his gaze.

She got up, brushed past Qin Yuan who was still standing there, and walked towards Song Qiyan who was standing there.

Under the eyes of a group of guests, he took Song Qiyan's arm, "Let's go home."

Song Qiyan looked at the golden fox mask, and the irritability in his heart gradually calmed down. He held her hand behind his back, glanced at Qin Yuan who was still standing by the piano, and looked back at her: "Okay."

After saying goodbye to Yuan Lao briefly, Song Qiyan took Jin Ziqi and left the venue in a low-key manner.

Qin Yuan, who had reacted over there, handed the violin to the staff, and when he turned around to chase him out, suddenly he was dressed in a black suit and stood in front of him with phoenix eyes slantingly, refusing to let him go.

Yin Li, who disappeared for a while, came out again to disrupt the situation.

And the journalists and cameramen behind rushed towards the gate of the banquet hall, trying to capture the scene of Song Qiyan and Jin Ziqi leaving together.

As soon as he walked to the door of the banquet hall, he saw Yuan Ge, who was hosting the game just now, blocking the door, holding the microphone in one hand and blocking the door with the other. He smiled and said, "Are you not doing my niece face by leaving in such a hurry?"

The reporters waved their hands embarrassingly, but the host came forward to stop them, so they could only let it go.

The game is still going on, and soon some people will forget the episode just now, although there will still be guests who will compare the subsequent bidding with Qin Yuan's 8000 million.

When Qin Yuan got rid of Yin Li and chased him to the door of the hotel.

I can no longer find the purple figure engraved in my mind like a brand.

Sporadic raindrops floated in the night sky outside, hitting his straight suit, smudged and blooming transparent water splashes, which also fell on his face.

The sharp sound of the car cut through the silent night, but it seemed so lonely.

The ringtone of the mobile phone lingered in my ears, and it was the most familiar "Today you will marry me" in these years.

The breath exhaled from the mouth turned into white mist in the air.

(End of this chapter)