My Girlfriend Is a Cello Player Chapter 85: Tell Me, What Should I Do? (2)

Chapter 85: Tell , What Should I Do? Part 2

As soft snores filled the living room, Lin Tian picked up Gan Yanyu's phone from the side. He knew she never set a password. A simple swipe unlocked the screen.

Opening WeChat, the contact list was clean—his avatar pinned right at the top. He found the organizer nad "Xiao Bai" and directly initiated a WeChat call.

Though it was already four in the morning, the call connected surprisingly fast.

"Miss Gan? Is there sothing urgent at this hour?"

"Miss Gan won't attend tomorrow's rehearsal," Lin Tian said flatly.

"Ah? Could you kindly tell the reason?"

"She needs rest."

"Sir, the rehearsal for the concert is very important. Perforrs can't miss it without cause. If you don't know, you can check the contract with Miss Gan; it's all there."

"Not going," Lin Tian repeated.

The staff mber's tone shifted, clearly irritated. "Who are you? What's your relationship with Miss Gan? Can you decide for her? Can you let her speak for herself??"

"I'm her boyfriend. What's your problem?"

There was a pause, then a reluctant reply: "Alright, I'll arrange it for you." The call ended without another word.

...

Afterward, Lin Tian looked down at the girl resting quietly in his arms and sighed. He lifted her gently and carried her in his arms.

Pushing open her bedroom door, he was t with a surprising sight. Pink bed sheets, pink walls, a soft cat plushie on the bedside table. Outside, her ho felt classical and solemn. But inside—it was soft, warm, and undeniably cute.

Lin Tian gently laid Gan Yanyu on the bed and tucked her in. He gazed at her sleeping face one last ti. Her long lashes, delicate nose, and peaceful expression gave her an almost fragile beauty in slumber.

Then, Lin Tian turned and left the room.

But his expression showed no relief.

He stood alone in the corridor outside apartnt 603, staring at the rooftop of his own building across the way. That was where Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu first t.

Gan Yanyu was right. He always stood in the right place—calmly and rationally observing, scrutinizing others. Facing soone about to jump off a building, Lin Tian would speak from behind the railing. But he would never stand on the edge with them. Facing soone stripped naked and crying, Lin Tian would listen fully clothed. But he wouldn't take off his own clothes. He was too smart, yet often ca off as self-righteous.

Lin Tian knew. He was soone who talked a better ga than he played.

Gan Yanyu knew her body wasn't naturally suited for the stage. Yet she endured imnse pressure, using the dumbest thods to continue playing the cello. Only Gan Yanyu understood the pain within. No matter how eloquent Lin Tian's words were, they couldn't hide the truth—he couldn't empathize with her pain. He could only spout rational but useless platitudes from the sidelines.

...

Seemingly having made a firm decision, Lin Tian turned and went back ho. By then, the sky had slightly brightened. He closed all the windows and doors, ordered a morning coffee via delivery, then pressed the first piano key.

He began to play.

At that mont, all of Lin Tian's anger and frustration poured into those keys. Once, twice, thrice.

...

Gan Yanyu didn't know how long she had slept. She only knew that when she woke up, the sky outside was gradually darkening. Rubbing her slightly throbbing head, she blinked and tried to recall the mories before falling asleep—alcohol, cello, argunts, resting on his lap...

Once she rembered, she imdiately reached for her phone on the bedside table—only to find it missing. She quickly returned to the living room and picked it up from the sofa. It was already seven in the evening.

"Oh no, the rehearsal."

"Sleeping ssed things up, sleeping ssed things up." She covered her head and gave herself two light knocks on the forehead. "Stupid Yanyu, stupid Yanyu."

She opened WeChat and found the organizer's contact. There was a ssage from noon: "Miss Gan, please arrive on ti tomorrow." And a record of a voice call from four in the morning.

"..."

Could it be that Lin Tian had taken leave for her?

Just as she thought that, a WeChat call popped up on her phone. It was from Lin Tian.

She answered.

"Miss Gan, are you awake?"

"Yeah, I'm awake."

"Mm-hmm. Co over for dinner later, and we'll go over the repertoire one last ti."

"Okay."

Gan Yanyu hung up and imdiately began packing her cello.

...

Half an hour later, dressed casually, Gan Yanyu arrived at Lin Tian's place. By then, he had already prepared the al. Tomato and egg, stead crucian carp, cola chicken wings, bone soup—every dish she had ever praised, and even more lavish than usual.

"Sit down," Lin Tian said, taking off his apron and gesturing for her to co over.

She sat down and glanced curiously at the spread. "What's the occasion today? Why so much food?"

"Of course, it's to celebrate tomorrow's concert in advance," Lin Tian smiled and sat down with her.

"Oh." Gan Yanyu nodded.

Thinking about what happened last night—no, early this morning—she felt a flush of embarrassnt. Her emotions had collapsed. She'd lost face in front of Lin Tian. She seed to have said so things that made him uncomfortable.

But seeing him act as if nothing had happened, she didn't know how to bring it up.

As for the concert and how to face it—she could only take it step by step.

"Yanyu."

"Huh?"

"Tomorrow, you might have to go to the concert by yourself."