TCBHIWAF Chapter 100

Chapter 100: It’s Not Good to Hold Grudges Like That

Ye Xingchen’s fingers fell on the piano keys, playing the Adagio movement of Rachmaninoff’s Piano Concerto No. 2.

At first, the notes flowed slowly from his fingertips like a babbling stream, tranquil and soothing, as if recounting their innocent childhood years together.

As the melody progressed, the rhythm gradually accelerated, and the emotions became more intense.

The impassioned notes, like a surging tide, revealed Ye Xingchen’s domineering and forceful love.

Each accent was like his deep-seated conviction and persistence in this love, declaring that Lin Yu was an indispensable part of his life.

His love was ardent and unreserved, sweeping in like a storm, brooking no doubt, demanding possession.

In the climax, the piano sounds intertwined to create a grand and profound atmosphere, as if pouring out all the bits and pieces of their journey together, all the deep feelings hidden in their hearts, without reservation.

This was not just a piece of music, but a profound confession of Ye Xingchen’s love for Lin Yu.

From their ignorant companionship in youth to their ardent and unwavering deep affection now, all were vividly interpreted in this piece.

Lin Yu listened quietly, as if he could see the years they had spent together flashing before his eyes, deeply immersed in the world of love that Ye Xingchen had woven with music.

As Ye Xingchen’s fingers slowly lifted from the piano keys, the lingering sound of the last note gradually dissipated in the piano room.

Lin Yu’s eyes were full of intoxication and admiration, and he couldn’t help but applaud him.

“Clap clap clap~”

Immediately afterwards, he sincerely praised:

“Every time I hear you play this piece, I feel like my soul is struck hard.

What your hands play is more than just music, it’s simply a deep affection that can drown people.”

Ye Xingchen’s lips curled into a smug smile, and he got up and walked towards Lin Yu, reaching out to gently pinch his chin, lifting it slightly, and looking at him with burning eyes.

“I only play for you, this is a melody that belongs only to you.”

Lin Yu met his gaze, his eyes filled with a hint of slyness and ardor, picked up his hand and kissed it gently.

“Then I have to enjoy this exclusivity, and if you slack off one day, I won’t let you off.”

The two looked at each other for a moment…

Lin Yu took the initiative to break the silence, changing the subject: “Speaking of which, what do you think about the game I mentioned last time?”

Ye Xingchen let go of his hand and leisurely sat back on the sofa, crossing his legs, his whole person exuding a mature and steady aura.

He crossed his hands and propped up his chin, pondered for a moment, and said, “The idea is quite novel, but the water behind it is very deep.”

“Although my company doesn’t make games, the essence of business is the same. This matter, from planning to promotion, every step must be carefully calculated.”

Lin Yu sat down beside him, leaning forward, his eyes full of anticipation and determination.

“I know there are many difficulties, but there always has to be someone to take the first bite of the crab, right?

I just want to try, can I use games to make everyone more understanding and tolerant of our relationship?

You are exceptionally talented in business, quickly give me some pointers.”

Ye Xingchen glanced at him sideways and reached out to ruffle Lin Yu’s hair.

“First of all, the game’s positioning must be precise. It can’t be too radical, otherwise it will easily cause resentment.

We have to cleverly integrate our emotional elements into popular game types, such as role-playing or simulation management.

Let players feel the beauty of this emotion unconsciously, instead of forcibly instilling it from the beginning.”

Lin Yu’s eyes lit up, and he followed his train of thought and said:

“That’s right, that’s right, just like setting up some delicate emotional interactions in the game plot, allowing players to naturally understand and accept different emotions while experiencing the game. What about the promotion? What’s your opinion?”

Ye Xingchen leaned back on the sofa, crossed his arms, and a confident expression appeared on his face.

“For promotion, start with small online circles first. Find platforms and bloggers who are inherently tolerant of diverse emotions to cooperate with and create hot topics.

After accumulating a certain reputation, gradually expand to mainstream channels. Moreover, we must pay attention to player feedback and adjust and optimize in a timely manner.”

Lin Yu nodded repeatedly, excitedly saying, “That’s so true! With you, a business genius, helping me come up with ideas, I feel that the chances of success are even greater.”

He couldn’t help but walk around the room, “We have to plan carefully and strive to make this game a key to changing public opinion.”

Ye Xingchen looked at Lin Yu’s excited appearance, his eyes full of indulgence, and continued:

“During the game development process, building a team is also crucial. Development members must not only have excellent professional skills, but also have a deep understanding and recognition of diverse emotions, so that we can accurately present the emotions we want to express in the game.”

Lin Yu nodded seriously and said, “Indeed, I have to carefully screen them. Technical personnel, screenwriters, art, every link must be checked. Especially the screenwriter, who has to integrate our emotional concepts into the plot, which is not easy.”

…

After a morning of heated discussion about game development, it was unknowingly approaching noon.

Lin Yu stretched and looked at Ye Xingchen.

“You gave so many suggestions today, I’ll reluctantly cook you a meal.”

Ye Xingchen raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

“Really?”

Lin Yu patted his chest, full of confidence.

“Of course it’s true, or would I lie to you? But you have to teach me.”

The two walked into the kitchen side by side. Ye Xingchen took out the ingredients from the refrigerator, planning to make a simple spaghetti and vegetable salad.

Ye Xingchen picked up a handful of green vegetables, washing them while patiently explaining.

“Wash the vegetables first, like this, move gently, don’t break the leaves.”

Lin Yu watched attentively from the side, imitating him as he washed the other side dishes.

Then, Ye Xingchen placed the frying pan on the stove and turned on the heat to pour in the oil.

He turned to Lin Yu and said, “Watch carefully, when the oil is hot, you can put the chopped onion in to stir-fry until fragrant.”

Lin Yu carefully picked up the onion slices and put them into the pot. With a “sizzle” sound, the oil splashed, and he shrank back in fright.

Ye Xingchen hurriedly stepped forward, held Lin Yu’s hand, stabilized the spatula, and stirred-fried the onions, laughing, “Don’t be afraid, take it slow.”

“I’m not afraid, it’s just that the oil always splashes on me.” Lin Yu’s voice became softer as he spoke.

“That’s because you always throw it down from far away.” Ye Xingchen held Lin Yu’s hand, stirring the pot while saying.

“Is that so? But I… I’m still scared…” Lin Yu hesitated.

Ye Xingchen shook his head, “What a fool!”

Lin Yu: “…”

Under Ye Xingchen’s guidance, Lin Yu gradually mastered the rhythm, adding minced meat, tomato sauce and other seasonings, and an enticing aroma gradually wafted from the pot.

On the other side, Ye Xingchen instructed Lin Yu to put the spaghetti into the boiling pot, stirring it from time to time to prevent it from sticking together.

Before long, the spaghetti was cooked, taken out, and mixed with the stir-fried meat sauce, completing a simple and delicious plate of spaghetti.

The vegetable salad was also successfully completed with the cooperation of the two.

They carried their plates to the table and enjoyed the lunch they had made themselves.

Lin Yu took a bite of the spaghetti and said with satisfaction, “I didn’t expect it to taste so good when I made it myself. It’s really different with your guidance.”

Ye Xingchen smiled and looked at him, “You learn fast too, you can make it often in the future.”

“You just called me a fool, hypocritical.”

“It’s not good to hold grudges like that.”

“…”