Chapter 177 The Awesome Concerto of Sonata Pathétique (Part One)

Spark was dressed in a pair of black slacks, a round collar T-shirt covered with a camel-colored casual
jacket, and completed his dressing with a plaid cashmere scarf in a casual knot around his neck.

His eyes expressing his brimming feelings were covered with a pair of large dark brown sunglasses.

While he was standing quietly in one corner of the stage, the white light shooting across at him from the
auditorium made him look like unreal, almost like everything was a dream...

"Oh my god, it's him!" Molly exclaimed almost immediately and enthusiastically as she recognized the
man on the stage. As a matter of fact, her voice was not actually loud but as the auditorium was
extremely quiet, her voice sounded abrupt and loud amidst the quiet audience who were listening to
Wing's performance and had became more quiet due to their high expectation for Spark's performance.

Both Brian and Eric looked at Molly almost at the same time with doubts creeping in their eyes. Not to
mention that Spark had never been to A City before. Even for the performance today, he just arrived
the day before yesterday, which was hardly known. Logically, Molly could not possibly have any
connection with Spark. Besides, Spark was so aloof and arrogant that he wouldn't pay attention to any
ordinary guy and he did all things motivated by his erratic temperament.

However, despite their growing confusion, they did not intend to ask anything about it in the moment.
Instead, after a short glance at her, they diverted their attention back to the performance on the stage
again, while their obvious change in behavior went undetected by the surprised Molly, who was just
staring at Spark like a love-struck teenager.

After seeing the formal suits and dresses of those who had performed before him at the concert, Molly
was a little bit surprised to see Spark dressed so casually as she barely knew anything about his past.
However, anyone familiar with his performance knew all about his style. Although obstinate and unruly,
he was extremely talented, and his dressing on the stage was solely dependent on his mood, and



sometimes merely for the purpose of matching with the melody he was going to play. As time went by,
people got used to his style and concentrated merely on his talents.

Wing was wearing a sapphire blue dress, and the stage light reflecting on her made her skin look more
fair and radiant. Initially, her hair was dropping down, and it was now coiled into a bun on the side of
her right ear with a hairpin, revealing her beautiful back. She looked gorgeous, and her charming eyes
were speaking a language of their own. Distinct from her quietness in her solo and band concerto
earlier, she was now emitting a sense of wildness.

Behind the white piano was Wing, while Spark was in its front conquering the center stage. While Wing
was quiet yet wildly charming, in contrast, Spark was unruly and arrogant. Clearly, they were a bad
match, but in the moment there was a kind of unspeakable connection between the duo which
transcended into a beautiful harmony.

Wing already put her hands on the keys, while Spark just took one glimpse of the audience, and then
closed his eyes until the end of the concerto. He stood there as if he had blended in perfectly with the
stage and except the stage and the music, nothing else mattered to him!

Despite his unruly and arrogant attitude, Spark made the audience believe that he was born to stand
there and perform. As long as he was on the stage, he would attract and retain everyone's attention.

As Wing was holding her hands gently on the keyboard, Spark lifted his hand, landing the bow gently
and gracefully on the violin.

Everyone was nervous right up to this moment, as no one knew exactly what they were going to
perform together, and even Wing was notified just before they got on stage.

Although many people around the world intended to collaborate with Spark, most of them would be
discouraged by his unreasonable rules, which meant that he was the one to determine the melody, and
normally, it was not until he got on stage that he would choose one casually just out of his mood.



Without any rehearsal, it would be hard for the person collaborating with him to find his entry point. In
such a case, there was a good chance that such melody would end as a failure due to the poor
cooperation between them!

Becoming an instrumentalist was not an overnight happening, and no one really wanted to put their art
career at such a risk for the sake of performance. Thus, even if some people really had such
cooperation intentions, they did not have the spine to take such a risk and act bold. Of course, even if
they did, there was a high chance that Spark would refuse them.

So far, the people who could invite him was very restricted, and his acceptation of those invitations was
not connected to money and status, as one may assume, but was solely based on his mood.

That's right. All depended on his mood!

Most of his interpretation about his music was solely based on and controlled by his mood.!

Although smiling at Wing, Shirley was a little concerned. She knew that Wing's musical
accomplishment was pretty high and well acknowledged, but such temporary concerto had too many
unstable factors which could potentially put her reputation at risk. What if...

Just as Shirley was getting more worried, a warm big palm was wrapped around one of her palms. It
was Richie sitting next to her as he looked at her gently. Then, just looking at him, Shirley gradually
calmed down.

Richie knew that Shirley understood what he was trying to convey. His thin lips pursed slightly while
deep persistent love was reflecting in his dark eyes.

The entire audience present in the Golden Auditorium, except for Molly who was surprised that Spark
was the "abject" violinist who played the violin for ants and "The Summer Breeze" for her, were



basically holding their breath and speculating about Spark and Wing's concerto. However, there was
another exception, which was Harrow, sitting in the corner sulking.

The moment Harrow laid his eyes on Spark, he tightly furrowed his dashing eyebrows. Without his
regular sharp arrogance and the ruthlessness which reflected clearly while he controlled the stock
market, he was full of guilt and self-reproach.

His hands suddenly clenched into a fist. Now when he wanted to see his brother, he could only do so in
such a discreet manner. He was not willing to, but there was no other good way. If it were not for Mr.
Long, it was impossible for him to walk into Spark's concert. Today Spark was resolute in his bid to
break off all ties with the entire Su family, and irrespective of everything, he would not admit he was a
member of the family, nor would he forgive anyone from Su family...

Grief flickered in Harrow's eyes just recalling all of that and the corners of his lips kept twitching
involuntarily. Then, he forced himself to put aside the heavy thoughts which burdened his heart, and
instead tried to cherish the current moment. Even if Spark would not forgive him for his entire life, he
still deserved it and there was nothing he could do to make amends.

If it weren't for Harrow back then, Spark would not return to Su Family, nor would he ever lose his
adoptive mom...


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