Chapter 491: Chapter 492: Can We Work in Peace?
"Sir, it is Young Master Tinghao playing the violin." Tan Mu, lacking a musical ear, naturally assumed it was Bao Tinghao playing since he was there.
"You call yourself a scout and can’t distinguish different instruments’ sounds." Bo Sishen said coldly, "Listen to more music later."
"Yes, Sir!" Tan Mu paid attention just now and realized it was indeed two different instruments.
Bo Sishen tossed the pen aside and abruptly stood up, coldly leaving his desk.
"Hey, Sir, where are you going!" Tan Mu opened a document, but saw that Bo Sishen had already left the desk.
Bo Sishen didn’t answer Tan Mu’s question, simply giving him an indifferent figure.
As Bo Sishen walked towards Bao Tinghao’s room, the tunes, so synchronously harmonized, and he could hear a hint of joy and happiness in the violin sound.
Bo Sishen’s deep eyes darkened, emitting a cold light.
Music can reflect a person’s emotions.
And Bao Tinghao’s current joy was because Mu Shini was playing with him.
The sound of Mu Shini’s playing made Bo Sishen pause his steps. Even at the bedroom door, he didn’t go in but stood there, watching Mu Shini and Bao Tinghao by the floor-to-ceiling window.
Bao Tinghao stood before the piano, playing the violin while gazing deeply at Mu Shini.
Mu Shini played very seriously, coordinating effortlessly with Bao Tinghao.
Until the piece ended, the music ceased, but the clear and flowing melody kept lingering in Bo Sishen’s mind.
"Nian Nian, you played amazingly!" Bao Tinghao said to Mu Shini after putting down the violin, "I’ve always wanted to find someone who can play the piano to perform with me. I didn’t expect we could play so harmoniously without any rehearsal!"
Mu Shini sat on the piano bench after finishing the piece. Hearing Bao Tinghao’s words, she said, "I haven’t played for a very, very long time. I just accidentally played in your room last time."
She was actually worried that she played clumsily.
"Not at all, you played very well!" Bao Tinghao praised Mu Shini.
"By the way, I want to ask you something." Mu Shini stood up and picked up a photo from the side, handing it to Bao Tinghao. "I found this photo in a military classic downstairs. This person is..."
Bao Tinghao lowered his eyes, took the photo, and was stunned for a moment, frowning lightly. "This is my father!"
Mu Shini was taken aback, "Your father?"
"Yes, this is my father." Bao Tinghao nodded, looking at the man in the photo.
"Does your father look like my husband, Bo Sishen?" Mu Shini asked seriously.
Bao Tinghao lifted his eyelids and saw Bo Sishen standing at the door. He smiled, "A bit similar, but my second uncle has a naturally aloof and handsome face, unlike my father’s gentle and approachable demeanor."
"Oh, is that so?" Mu Shini frowned slightly, her eyes falling on the man in the photo Bao Tinghao was holding.
"Yes." Bao Tinghao nodded.
"Knock knock knock—"
The sound of knocking echoed.
Mu Shini and Bao Tinghao looked up simultaneously.
Seeing Bo Sishen standing at the door, Mu Shini’s heart skipped a beat. Her face paled, and she quickly walked over to him, holding onto the tall and robust man’s arm. "Why are you here? Weren’t you working in the study?"
"How could I work peacefully when your music distracted me?" Bo Sishen snorted coldly, stretched out his big hand, grabbed her wrist, "Come with me."