The Yellow-Haired Villain in Soaring Phoenix’s Novels Also Desires Happiness - Chapter 254



32. The Sacred Joy

Through the bright stage lights, the “beauty” violinist seemed to be bathed in a layer of enchanting glow.

Aside from the mosaic-like haze on her face, her non-revealing black evening gown highlighted her perfect curves to the fullest, yet even such a slimming black could not conceal the towering peaks in front of her.

As she slowly raised the violin, it seemed not to be cradled between her collarbone and jaw, but rather directly placed atop those upright elevations.

It felt like you could really place bubble tea on her chest, at least two cups!

However, this overwhelming sensation felt somewhat familiar…

Mu En stroked his chin, instinctively beginning to ponder.

But soon he cast that thought out of his mind.

Judging a person by their chest was, in any case, a bit too absurd; he wasn’t some male lead from a steamy novel with some extraordinary ability.

And then, the performance was about to begin.

The “beautiful” musician seemed a bit nervous; it was evident that she had taken several deep breaths, making the scene before her chest even more spectacular.

But when she placed the bow on the strings, everything came to a standstill.

As if an invisible realm spread out, the world fell into absolute silence.

The guests who had just been angry now all calmed down, involuntarily fixing their gaze upon this musician.

Then, the sound of the violin began.

Like flowing water, the music instantly engulfed everyone.

Mu En’s eyes suddenly brightened; he seemed to no longer be in this narrow, dim restaurant, but rather on a vast sea.

Waves surged, the sound of the ocean echoed.

The blue sea, with the blue sky, formed an incredibly pure painting.

Then, at the horizon where the sea met the sky, a light appeared.

It was not sunlight, nor starlight.

It seemed to be the most sacred thing in the world, capable of purifying all the filth of the soul… the holy light.

Mu En felt himself being purified.

Naiko?

Hmph, that was merely a corrupting force obstructing my ascent.

I don’t need it…

Wait!

Mu En suddenly jolted back to his senses.

What’s going on? Am I turning into a Buddha just by listening to music?

Mu En instinctively turned his head to look at the others.

He found that he was not alone; the other guests were also listening intently to this enchanting melody. The earlier agitation and anger had long dissipated, their expressions becoming incredibly tranquil and peaceful, their eyes shimmering as if they had seen the guidance of a goddess.

Even Sean, who had just recalled the pain of losing his wife, now had a dazed look in his eyes, a smile on his face, as if he were lost in the most desired vision of happiness deep within his heart.

What the hell?

Is this music really that infectious?

No, that’s not right.

Mu En turned his head again to look at the “beautiful” musician gracefully playing the violin on stage.

As the son of a duke, Mu En naturally had a certain level of musical attainment, so he could clearly discern that this “beauty” was indeed exceptionally skilled, deserving of the title “musician.”

However, the music she played could not possibly reach a level that could purify the soul and reveal beauty.

For music to resonate with people, the performer must also infuse it with equal emotion, but she hadn’t even shown her face, so naturally, she couldn’t have infused much emotion.

She was merely playing formulaically, yet the music still resonated deeply.

Something was mixed into the music.

Mu En suddenly squinted.

But as he focused and scrutinized the “beautiful” violinist, he couldn’t detect any magical fluctuations or any special aura about her.

It was just that as her performance deepened, the feeling of radiance emanating from her became increasingly intense.

It was as if, with her every casual gesture, flawless holy light spilled forth, automatically purifying all the filth in the world.

Wait,

Holy light?

Mu En’s eyes widened abruptly, as if he had suddenly grasped something.

……

The piece came to an end.

The restaurant fell into a deathly silence.

And when the “beautiful” violinist, holding her violin, nervously bowed, the atmosphere in the room was instantly ignited.

A wave of thunderous applause erupted, mixed with exclamations of admiration and cries, nearly lifting the roof off the restaurant.

Even Sean, sitting beside Mu En, was wiping tears from the corners of his eyes, clapping vigorously as he said:

“What a wonderful piece of music! I feel as if I have seen my late wife come back to life, smiling at me.”

“……”

Mu En did not respond, his gaze flickering as he pondered for a moment before waving over a flustered waiter who was busy maintaining order.

“Can you call that beautiful violinist over here?”

“Uh…”

The waiter wiped his sweat, his professional smile from training forgotten as he looked troubled:

“Sir, I understand your enthusiasm, everyone feels the same, but according to the restaurant’s rules, guests are not allowed to disturb the performers, otherwise…”

Plop.

Mu En tossed a stack of cash onto the waiter’s tray, “This is a tip.”

The waiter’s eyes widened, swallowing hard.

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“Uh… this isn’t quite appropriate…”

Plop.

“The restaurant’s rules…”

Plop.

“I’ve seen plenty of rich people, you can’t…”

啪嗒啪嗒啪嗒啪嗒……

“I, I’ll go right now, I promise to bring her to you!”

The waiter, trembling as he held a mountain of cash on the tray, dashed away in a hurry.

Soon, Mu En saw him sneaking over to the side of the stage, speaking to the beautiful musician.

Their words were inaudible, and the specific actions remained unclear.

But it was vaguely evident that the beautiful musician initially refused quite firmly.

Until the waiter stuffed something into her arms, and then stuffed something else, repeatedly pushing things into her hands.

Though it seemed he didn’t throw as much money as Mu En, she ultimately agreed.

She began to walk this way.

She appeared somewhat anxious, but her steps were relatively steady, as if propelled by something.

However, as her footsteps crossed beyond the bright light of the stage, surpassing the boundary of light and dark, her figure suddenly froze.

Generally speaking, standing in the light, it is difficult to see anything in the dimness without special means.

So when she stepped into the shadows, she finally saw Mu En’s face.

That face, which she absolutely did not expect in any way.

Then her delicate body began to tremble slightly.

Tremble, tremble.

Like a mouse encountering a cat, her chest grew even more prominent.

She seemed on the verge of turning to flee, but perhaps spurred by something, or perhaps recalling something, she took a deep breath and cautiously stood in front of Mu En.

Though her face was unclear, Mu En inexplicably sensed a pitiful quality about her.

“What’s wrong?”

Mu En raised an eyebrow, taking another look at the shivering “beautiful” musician, and curiously asked:

“Do I have something terrifying on my face?”

“No… no.”

She began to speak, her voice as melodious as a lark.

Then she paused for a moment, and that voice suddenly turned unfamiliar and hoarse:

“I’m just a bit… surprised.”

“Surprised?”

Mu En looked at her with a half-smile, swinging the wine glass casually with her leg crossed, and said nonchalantly:

“Well, this is interesting. The word ‘surprised’… Does it mean I’m fortunate enough to be recognized by you, this great musician?”