After a Flash Marriage With the Disabled Tyrant

Wen Yibei walked back to his relatives from the stage, with a gentle smile as always, "Grandpa, what do you think?"

Shi Yunnan met his gaze, and his proud eyes couldn't stop, "Then what else? Who would dare to have an opinion on the performance of cellist Wen?"

Wen Yibei let out a low laugh, and couldn't help but leaned back to his brother, "You, ... the filter is too heavy for me, so keep a low profile for me."

"What's low-key? Your excellence is not for a day or two." Shi Yunan replied.

Mr. Wen, who was close, heard the conversation between the two brothers and said with a smile, "You two brothers are very good in Grandpa's eyes. Don't be afraid of these guests listening to jokes!"

Mr. Wen knows that the two brothers have supported and encouraged each other over the years, and they have never had any conflicts.

Even if Shi Yunnan failed to take the road of 'violinist' in the end, it did not affect Mr. Wen's attitude towards him in the slightest. He was indescribably satisfied and loved his two grandsons.

There were guests around, "Yes, Young Master Wen's cello, that's really nothing to say!"

Another young voice sounded, "This is when the older brother has already performed. Second Young Master Shi, who is the younger brother, should also go up and perform?"

When Shi Yunnan heard this, the smile on his face solidified slightly.

He looked towards the source of the sound for the first time, and it was a young man with a handsome appearance.

Wen Yibei also noticed something was wrong. He was just about to politely refuse for his younger brother, but a reply sounded from the crowd, "This is necessary."

Wen Chenglang appeared out of nowhere, and replied instead of Shi Yunnan, "My two cousins, one played the cello and the other played the violin since childhood, were famous back then."

When the two brothers were seven years old, they had signed up for the most authoritative "Huaguo Instrumental Music Competition", one won the cello special group championship, and the other won the violin special group championship.

Even the ensemble project of the two won the championship from the mixed group of young players.

As soon as this matter came out, everyone learned that they were the grandsons of Mr. Wen, and they boasted that there is something in the sky and nothing in the ground.

But the good times didn't last long. Less than two months after the game, the brothers' mother, Wen Min, passed away unexpectedly. The Wen and Shi families had a big fight, and their relationship completely collapsed. In the end, each of them brought back a child.

Most of the guests in the venue are in the music circle, and they are not very sensitive to the gossip of the rich and powerful, so—

Wen Yibei lives in the Wen family, and they have heard about the achievements from childhood to high school, but they don't know much about Shi Yunnan's experience in the Shi family over the years.

A middle-aged guest recalled the scenery of the two brothers back then, and added a proposal with a smile, "Yes, it's rare to have this opportunity, Second Young Master Shi might as well play a song to add to the fun."

"…"

Shi Yunnan didn't answer, just turned his eyes to Wen Chenglang.

Wen Chenglang met his gaze without fear, walked slowly back to Song Zhiqiu's side, and the moment he raised his wine glass and gestured slightly, it was obviously a malicious provocation.

When Luo Lingsheng and Wen Yibei saw this scene, their expressions changed.

Luo Lingsheng's deliberately restrained aura instantly turned cold and heavy, while Wen Yibei silently protected his younger brother.

It doesn't matter if outsiders don't know. How could the Wen family not know what happened to Shi Yunnan over the years, and how could they not know that Shi Yunnan had already been "forced" to give up the violin?

Wen Chenglang deliberately took advantage of the interest of other guests to propose, to put it bluntly, he wanted Shi Yunnan to ride a tiger and make a fool of himself in front of all the guests after he came to the stage!

Mr. Wen realized that his grandson's words were inappropriate, and frowned slightly, "Cheng Lang, I just have this skill today, why don't you play a song for everyone first? So that grandpa can see if there is any progress."

Mr. Wen didn't want to embarrass Shi Yunnan or scold Wen Chenglang for not showing face in public, so he had to find a way to move the topic away.

But what I didn't expect was that Wen Chenglang deliberately refused to accept the move.

He replied in a good voice, "Grandpa, now everyone is waiting for his cousin to come on stage to cheer him up. How could I be so embarrassed to take his fame?"

"When he finishes playing, if everyone still wants to watch me play, it's not too late for me to play."

Wen Chenglang changed his usual meanness to a good-tempered look, as if every word he said was for Shi Yunnan's sake.

As the saying goes, don't reach out and don't hit a smiling person, even if someone sees something, they won't say no to him on this occasion.

Wen Chenglang is two years younger than the two brothers, and he has also chosen a violin as an entry-level musical instrument since he was a child.

When he was seven years old, he participated in another Huaguo Instrumental Music Competition, but he was eliminated in the preliminary competition because he pulled the wrong score.

Because there is such an excellent example as Shi Yunnan in front, others always use it for comparison intentionally or unintentionally, and Wen Chenglang always feels very embarrassed.

Later, when Shi Yunnan lost his voice in the field of 'violin', Wen Chenglang regained his pride.

But the bad thing is that Wen Yibei, who is similar to his musical instrument system, has done better than him.

Over time, the unwillingness in Wen Chenglang's heart turned to jealousy, and then from jealousy to disgust and targeting, and he has come to the present step by step.

The fact that outsiders can't see it doesn't mean that the Wen family can't see it.

Seeing his son's intention, Wen Yanfeng immediately frowned, "Wen Chenglang, have you forgotten what I said?"

He deliberately lowered his voice, but the warning in his words was still particularly obvious.

As soon as Song Zhiqiu heard his attitude, he immediately started to defend his son, "What are you murdering him for? Xiao Lang is so good today, and everyone wants Yunnan to play the violin."

She looked past her husband and turned to Shi Yunnan with a smile, "Yunnan, don't scorn everyone's Yaxing."

This time and again, everyone present finally saw something famous - Shi Yunnan doesn't plan to come to power? Did he give up the violin?

But soon, someone in the crowd took over and replied, "I think, Second Young Master Shi probably hasn't touched a musical instrument in foreign countries these years, so don't embarrass him."

"Third young master, you can just play it yourself! I heard that you have been shortlisted for the new member of the Huaguo Violin Association?"

It was the unfamiliar young man who suggested Shi Yunan to play the violin before.

Shi Yunnan felt the cooperation between him and Wen Chenglang, and smiled without saying a word.

"A new member of the association?" Song Zhiqiu was suddenly overjoyed, "Xiao Lang, why didn't you tell your family about this kind of good news earlier?"

Old Mr. Wen and Wen Yanfeng's expressions also changed, as if they couldn't believe the sudden news.

After all, the new members of the Chinese Violin Association are definitely not so good to be shortlisted.

Compared with Song Zhiqiu's blind recognition of Wen Chenglang's playing ability, their father and son clearly understand the upper limit of Wen Chenglang's ability.

The surrounding guests finally understood—

Shi Yunnan had such a good talent when he was a child, but now he has given up the violin?

On the contrary, Wen Chenglang, who has been used as a comparison since childhood and has a mediocre talent, will soon become a new member of the Huaguo Violin Association through his own efforts?

Is this really thirty years Hedong, thirty years Hexi?

In front of many guests, Wen Chenglang responded with some fluttering, "I'm not sure about being shortlisted, after all, there are so many outstanding people competing with me."

"However, the results are already quite different..."

Compared to those young violinists who are only eighteen or nineteen years old, he has obviously played longer and more experienced. Five places, how can he still occupy one?

Hearing Wen Chenglang's answer, all eyes were on Shi Yunnan for a while, some expressing pity, some expressing sighs, and some secretly belittling and watching the fun.

Shi Yunnan did not feel ashamed for such remarks.

Not to mention that he has gained jewelry design, a field that can continue to shine, on the violin alone—

Not as good as others is not as good as others. He regrets giving up the violin at the beginning, but he also understands that the past cannot be traced back.

The most important thing is that even if he is no longer as good as he used to be, Luo Lingsheng still likes the sound of his violin, which is enough.

As for this deliberately provocative Wen Chenglang, Mr. Wen doesn't want to care about the face of his 80th birthday for the time being, but once again, he can't guarantee where his fist will land.

Contrary to Shi Yunnan's calmness, Wen Yibei saw his younger brother being baptized by such a gaze, and immediately raised a nameless anger towards the initiator.

Just as he was about to speak, there was another commotion outside the crowd—

"Mr. Mo Tan is here!"

"Hello, Mr. Mo."

The crowd automatically bypassed one side path, revealing the figure of the person who came.

The man was wearing an iron-grey suit, his beard and hair were gray, but he looked in good spirits.

Shi Yunnan recognized the other party and murmured, "...Teacher."

Luo Ling murmured, "Teacher?"

Shi Yunnan bent down and took the initiative to explain, "Mo Tan, the most outstanding violinist in China."

When Mo Tan was young, he was the first Chinese violinist to win important international awards, which shows his identity.

"I won first place in the competition back then. Mr. Mo took the initiative to take me in and teach me under his sect for a while, but it's a pity..."

It is a pity that Wen Min suddenly passed away unexpectedly, and the relationship between teachers and students was also forced to end, which lasted only two months.

Mo Tan walked straight to Mr. Wen's side with a roll of paper and ink, and congratulated him in a vigorous manner, "Old birthday star, I wish the sun and moon prosperous, Songhe Changchun!"

"I have to go to another province to attend a seminar. I will drive to this area temporarily, and I can catch up and wish you a birthday."

"Enough is enough, it's good for your old friend to come." Mr. Wen said.

Seeing this, Wen Yanfeng took the ink roll instead of his father.

Mo Tan looked around, his piercing eyes suddenly fixed on Shi Yunnan, "Who is this?"

"Old..." Shi Yunan's word 'teacher' got stuck in his throat, and he just shouted in a lawful manner, "Mr. Mo, I'm Shi Yunnan."

Mo Tan recognized his appearance and immediately put on a surprised face, "Yunnan? Let the teacher take a look. It's been almost twenty years since I've seen him, right? You look so talented!"

Mo Tan patted Shi Yunnan on the shoulder, and seemed to say to Mr. Wen and everyone, "Yunnan is one of the most outstanding students I have ever met in this industry."

"This kid's talent back then, even I have to give a thumbs up."

"…"

Mo Tan is notoriously straight in the circle, and he has achieved this to the extreme when he gets older.

In his mouth, good is good, bad is bad, and he never tells a lie.

At this moment, he not only had an impression of Shi Yunnan back then, but he was able to exaggerate in public as soon as they met, obviously because he liked and remembered this student from the bottom of his heart.

Wen Chenglang on the side heard this, and a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

He finally felt that Shi Yunnan was going to lose face in front of everyone, but as soon as the old man came, he lifted Shi Yunnan to the sky in a few words.

I bother!

What if the talent was outstanding then? Can't even pick up the bow now?

Some guests noticed Wen Chenglang's subtle reaction, and asked with a slight attitude of watching the fun and not taking it too seriously, "Mr. Mo, if I remember correctly, Master Wen San also stayed at your door for a while?"

Wen Chenglang took a deep breath, suddenly feeling a little more uneasy.

Compared with Shi Yunnan's outstanding initiative that attracted Mo Tan, he was able to learn the piano under Mo Tan's hands entirely because Song Zhiqiu showed Mr. Wen's face, and the other party had to accept it.

And within three months, Wen Chenglang was persuaded to quit by Mo Tan.

In the next second, a guest answered, "Which of the students brought out by Mr. Mo is not one of the best? Didn't you just say that Young Master Wen San will be shortlisted as a new member of the Huaguo Violin Association?"

"...This is also a first-class power!"

Wen Chenglang's heart suddenly throbbed, and when he met Mo Tan's gaze, he instantly climbed up with a guilty conscience.

You must know that Mo Tan is the chairman of the Chinese Violin Association and one of the core judges in charge of this selection.

"Cheng Lang, you haven't received the notice from the association? You..."

The results of the preliminary test for the shortlist have come out, and Wen Chenglang was not selected. As a party, he should know the news better.

Mo Tan's doubts only stayed for two or three seconds, as if he understood something. His eyes were full of disapproval, but after all, he did not demolish Wen Chenglang's stage in public.

"Elder Wen, I didn't say it."

Mo Tan moved his gaze back to Mr. Wen's face, and whispered in a heart-to-heart voice, "There is no room for falsification in good music under the sky, nor is it a human being."

"…"

As soon as these words are spoken, everyone who understands them understands.

It was for Mr. Wen's face that Mr. Mo didn't break Wen Chenglang's lies in public, but the instructions that followed were more punishing than breaking Wen Chenglang in public.

Shi Yunnan and Luo Lingsheng looked at each other and bent down, "Luo Lingsheng, do you see it? You must be self-aware, so as not to shoot yourself in the foot."

Seeing the undisguised gloating between his brows and eyes, Luo Lingsheng responded, "Well, he's not as good as you."

Shi Yunnan originally just wanted to complain about Wen Chenglang, but he didn't expect to receive Luo Lingsheng's praise for no reason. The corner of his mouth curled up, not to mention how good he was.

Mr. Wen and Wen Yanfeng looked at each other and couldn't hide their disappointment with Wen Chenglang in their hearts, but they both hid the idea very well.

Facing the eyes of everyone in the audience, Wen Chenglang's head was buzzing, and he could not wait to find a hole in the ground and go straight down.

You know, he has reserved room for himself - just saying that there is a chance, he may not be selected as a new member, just to save his respect in the future.

The results of it?

Mo Tan dismantled him as soon as he came! Invisibly, he even dismantled it stably and accurately!

This immortal!

Wen Chenglang was angry and regretful in his heart. If he knew that Mo Tan would come, he would definitely not say such words in front of everyone.

Song Zhiqiu also knew that her son had lied, and her pride was immediately removed, but she didn't want her son to lose Shi Yunnan in front of everyone.

"Cheng Lang, since it's Grandpa's birthday, as the eldest grandson, go up and play a song to cheer you up."

How can it be better than before? Shi Yunnan no longer knows how to play the violin.

As long as Wen Chenglang's performance is good enough later, who will care about those remarks? Strength is the hard indicator to attract attention.

Wen Chenglang has practiced the violin for more than ten years. Although she has not been able to shine like Wen Yibei, in the eyes of her mother, her son is definitely not bad!

Wen Chenglang thought for a while, and had no choice but to respond.

If he smacked his face and left at this moment, it would only make his situation even more embarrassing.

Wen Chenglang played on stage in front of everyone's eyes. For Mr. Wen's birthday banquet, he also practiced the qin music, just to not lose too much to Wen Yibei.

It's a pity that he was still restless, and he made several wrong notes in a row at the beginning.

Such a mistake is too obvious.

Not to mention the guests who have been in the music all the year round, even Qin Jian and Yuan Meng could hear the flaws.

The whole audience gave Mr. Wen enough face. Everyone tried their best to hold back their laughter, but all of them felt emotionally in their hearts—

Whether it is beautiful jade or broken porcelain, you can tell by trying a diamond.

It's just a pity that Shi Yunnan didn't continue his violin path, otherwise, with his talent back then, he would definitely be able to stand side by side with his brother.

Instead of being like Wen Chenglang, he will only talk big words!

…

At 4:30 in the afternoon, the guests in the banquet hall slowly dispersed.

Shi Yunnan accompanied Luo Lingsheng back to the private room, and sat on the sofa with a sigh, "Tired."

"Listen to Mr. Wen, is there a dinner party later?"

"It's a family banquet. According to my brother, Eryi's family can only come over at night." Shi Yunan explained.

Mr. Wen has three children, the eldest son Wen Yanfeng, the second daughter Wen Xiu, and the third daughter Wen Min.

Wen Xiu married a woodcarver from another province in her early years. Now she is very happy and contented. She even had a little grandson last month. She just wanted to take this opportunity to bring Mr. Wen, the 'grandfather'. Check it out.

"so many people?"

Luo Lingsheng's eyes showed a hint of surprise.

Shi Yunnan caught it with precision, and leaned forward to say, "If you feel uncomfortable, you can actually go back to the Luo family directly, it doesn't matter."

He originally wanted to bring Luo Lingsheng to meet Mr. Wen and let each other know each other.

As for the next family banquet, it was indeed too close in terms of distance. The relationship between the two was still on the 'contract marriage', and Shi Yunnan didn't want him to be embarrassed.

"No." Luo Lingsheng replied.

Since he has promised Wen Yanfeng, he will not escape. The most important thing is that at the banquet just now, he had almost no communication with Mr. Wen, and he didn't understand the elder's thoughts for the time being.

Seeing that Luo Lingsheng was planning to stay, Shi Yunnan unconsciously revealed a joy in his heart, as if he really had a subtle sense of 'introducing her husband to relatives'.

Taking advantage of the absence of outsiders in the private room, he couldn't help clenching the arms on both sides of the wheelchair and leaned up, "Luo Lingsheng, are you nervous?"

"nervous?"

Shi Yunnan gave an "um" and added, "For me, only my grandfather, uncle, and my brother in the Wen family are worth paying attention to. The latter two should have no opinion on you, so the only thing left is the unsure of my grandfather's attitude."

Shi Yunnan said this to Luo Lingsheng, more like it was for himself.

Luo Lingsheng was condensed and asked, "Are you afraid that Mr. Wen will have an opinion on me?"

"Not afraid."

Shi Yunan shook his head and leaned closer, "I just want to tell you that no matter what your grandfather's attitude towards you, I will unconditionally favor you."

From the marriage agreement to the sincerity, Luo Lingsheng was the person he liked.

Shi Yunnan hopes that only the three family members he cares about can like Luo Lingsheng. Of course, even if the family members really don't like it, he will not change his inner choice.

- I am unconditionally biased towards you.

Luo Lingsheng silently pondered these words, raised his lips slightly, "Got it."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a knock at the door, and Qin Jian's voice came, "Patriarch, the group has an urgent document that you need to review and sign electronically."

Shi Yunnan moved back, and Luo Lingsheng said at the same time, "Come in."

In fact, the business scheduled for Tuesday was very busy, but Luo Lingsheng took four hours to spare for Shi Yunnan's words.

Now there is one more dinner party temporarily, which has caused the accumulation of urgent affairs.

Qin Jian pushed in the door and handed Luo Lingsheng the electronic version of the report that had been opened.

Shi Yunan glanced at the time, "I'll go out for a walk, I won't disturb you."

"Fifteen minutes at most." Luo Lingsheng gave the time succinctly, "I'll find you after I've dealt with it."

"good."

Shi Yunnan curled his lips and simply left the quiet private room for them.

Not long after he went out, he met Wen Yibei who came looking for someone, "Yunnan, why are you alone? Where is Mr. Luo?"

"The family banquet is on the sixth floor. The guests are almost dispersed. You can go down first at any time."

"Don't worry, he has some business to deal with."

Wen Yibei nodded when he heard this, without asking more.

The two brothers were walking side by side into the side corridor, and when they approached the corner, they suddenly heard a low-pitched curse.

"Damn it, **** it, every time I meet Shi Yunnan, it's no good! It's a big shame to lose face today!"

"Did you see his gloating expression just now? If it wasn't for my grandfather's face, I would have punched him long ago."

Shi Yunan and Wen Yibei heard this and stopped at the same time - the owner of this voice line is Wen Chenglang.

"Brother Lang, don't be annoyed, it's a big deal to go to a bar for a drink at night, and pack a few more beautiful girls?"

"Don't go, there will be a **** dinner later. It's not that you don't know my mother's competitive temperament. You don't know which muscle has been drawn since I was a child, for fear that the two brothers will occupy my position."

"If I don't go tonight, she can deduct my bank card directly. Where will the young master go in the future?"

"Then I'll go first?"

"Ok."

Wen Chenglang responded, as if he still felt that the suffocation in his heart had not been vented enough, and continued to scolded in a low voice, "Shi Yunnan, this bastard, he is so useless?"

"I have a mother who was born without a mother, and the Shi family can't get along. Now I actually find a disabled person to live, I..."

The cursing stopped abruptly.

Wen Chenglang confronted Shi Yunan and Wen Yibei, and almost choked up.

Probably because he was insulting behind his back, he was caught by the master, and Wen Chenglang's face quickly hung up, and he shouted arrogantly.

"What's wrong with you two brothers? Hiding here and listening to the corner?"

Wen Yibei looked at the person beside Wen Chenglang, and sure enough, it was a strange young man who just asked him to play the violin at the banquet.

Now it seems that this person is Wen Chenglang's friend. They just sang together and wanted to embarrass Shi Yunnan in front of the guests.

At this moment, Shi Yunnan's eyes completely sank.

For other things, he could barely endure it at Mr. Wen's birthday banquet. But only Wen Chenglang scolded "Luo Lingsheng is a disabled person", he couldn't bear it!

"Wen Chenglang."

Shi Yunnan's right fingers turned and clenched into fists, his eyes were so cold that he seemed to be able to kill.

Wen Chenglang was horrified by his cold eyes staring at him, and took a step back unconsciously, "Shi Yunan, you..."

"Yunnan, wait a minute!"

At the same time, Wen Yibei also stopped Shi Yunnan's actions, "Today is Grandpa's birthday, don't let him have a second chance to make trouble again."

"elder brother?"

Shi Yunnan's heart froze.

Seeing that the two brothers had a disagreement on this matter, Wen Chenglang immediately hummed and said, "That's right, it's grandpa's birthday. If he gets angry with the old man, don't think about it..."

"I won't let Yunnan hit you, doesn't mean I won't hit you!"

-boom!

Before Wen Chenglang could finish his words, he was stunned by a sudden punch from Wen Yibei, took two steps back and fell into his companion's arms.

Shi Yunnan was surprised. He didn't expect that Wen Yibei's hand, which had always been able to draw a bow, would actually hit someone for the first time in the world.

"Brother, you..."

"Don't worry about it." Wen Yibei was in front of his younger brother.

His gentle, accustomed expression was now dyed an angry red, and there was an uncontrollable trembling in his tone.

"Today is my grandfather's birthday, so I'll take care of it! You can't imagine pulling my brother into the water like you did back then!"

"Wen Chenglang, you apologize to me!"