Super Soldier in the City-Chapter 1974 - 2037: Opera
This is not a joke, Song Qingshu is serious, and the success rate is quite high, which is why he dares to do this to Li Yifei and the Saintess, because he has already tasted the sweetness. This kind of taking someone’s girlfriend under the boyfriend’s watch is extremely, extremely thrilling. Song Qingshu gets very excited just thinking about it.
And today, he failed. Compared to those women he could win over with a few thousand pounds or francs, this time even offering ten thousand euros didn’t work, and in excitement, he took out a hundred thousand euros, yet she still ignored him.
Damn it, Song Qingshu felt quite humiliated. He cursed and stared venomously at the backs of Li Yifei and the Saintess.
A friend walked over, patted him on the shoulder, and consoled, "Young Master Song, let it go. If you can’t get her, then you can’t. We won’t laugh at you."
"Get lost, damn it, today I’ll show you. Damn it, I’m poor with nothing left but money. I refuse to believe I can’t win over that woman with money," Song Qingshu said furiously.
He was now in a fit of rage. If it weren’t for these sycophantic friends who seemed to discourage him while actually fanning the flames, this might have blown over. But now, Song Qingshu was determined.
"Song, why don’t we just drop it? I’ll call a few sisters tonight. You only need to pay them the same, and we can all have fun with you, guaranteed satisfaction," said a lady he picked up on the way, clinging to his arm and speaking coyly.
"Get lost, you slut, damn it, it’s like a bus down there, no idea how many people have been there, and your sisters are no better," Song Qingshu turned and cursed.
"Song, how can you say that!" The lady’s expression changed, but she didn’t dare get angry. This Song from Huaxia was very generous. They had been together for only a few days, and although he had tried all sorts of positions with her, he also bought her a lot of things, and she earned a fixed sum daily while enjoying a premium lifestyle. She was reluctant to leave Song Qingshu.
A security guard walked over and said, "Gentlemen, no noise here. If you continue, I’ll have to escort you out!"
"Understood." Song Qingshu exhaled a long breath. Turning around, he grabbed a man who looked like a Young Master and said, "Old Hua, didn’t you say you know people around here?"
"Yeah, so what?" The Young Master called Old Hua smirked, "Can’t swallow this?"
"Damn it, if I could swallow this, I wouldn’t be me. Go, find me some people, I want to make sure those two can leave here but can’t get home!" Song Qingshu gritted his teeth and said.
"Why not just let it go? To attend an opera here... oh, they have pretty good seats, no wonder your ticket didn’t impress them," Eldest Young Master Hua said, pointing to Li Yifei and the Saintess, who had the best seats with the best visual and auditory experience.
"Damn it, I don’t care, get out your phone, let’s chat online." Because the seat wasn’t far, Song Qingshu was worried Li Yifei might hear, so he took out his phone to chat online with Eldest Young Master Hua.
Li Yifei turned his head and glanced over. He heard a little, but since they were no longer discussing, he just looked over calmly.
The Saintess sat on the other side of him. After they took their seats, Li Yifei withdrew his hand, and the Saintess felt somewhat disappointed. Recently, her emotions had been quite unstable, and she couldn’t say why, always feeling a bit anxious, depressed for no reason, and almost tearful just looking at the sky, a feeling perfectly encapsulated by the Huaxia phrase about being inexplicably melancholic.
Because Li Yifei withdrew his hand, the Saintess seemed somewhat upset, and this showed on her face.
Li Yifei glanced at her quizzically and saw her eyebrows tightly knit, so he patted her leg gently and whispered, "Why unhappy? If it’s because of those people, I’ll teach them a lesson for you after the show."
The Saintess shook her head gently and said, "It’s about to start, let’s not talk."
"Alright!" Li Yifei nodded.
But in less than a minute, the Saintess turned her head and softly said, "I just remembered, you said a few times that I’m your wife. Hmph, trying to take advantage even now."
"Oh my god, even Dou E wasn’t as wronged as I am!" Li Yifei widened his eyes and quickly complained.
"Who’s Dou E?" the Saintess asked.
"She’s a... very wronged woman."
"I didn’t wrong you, do you not admit you’re taking advantage of me?"
"Nonsense, how can taking advantage of my own wife be considered taking advantage?" Li Yifei sat up straight, puffed out his chest, and said.
"Keep your voice down." The Saintess noticed people around were looking over and quickly reminded him, lowering her voice and saying, "Hmph, you’re still taking advantage of me and... and even touched my waist." 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂
"Woman, this is what touching the waist is like!" Li Yifei’s eyes lit up, wondering what this little temptress meant. Why did she suddenly become so delicate, so he decided to continue to take advantage, and as he spoke, his hand slid across her back again, wrapping around the Saintess’s waist, lightly stroking it.
The Saintess’s body trembled, an electric-like sensation spread throughout her body, making her almost cry out. She gritted her teeth, feeling that tingling and slightly itchy sensation. The Saintess neither scolded Li Yifei nor evaded, but... silently endured it, like a bullied little wife.
Li Yifei was surprised in his heart, was this even possible? Was she doing it on purpose, thinking the two of them were going to have a life or death battle, and in case she accidentally killed him... so was this compensation before death? Li Yifei thought of this but didn’t ask, instead, continued his action.
Of course, he wouldn’t go too far, still knew his limits, so the Saintess tacitly allowed it.
Meanwhile, on the other side, seeing Li Yifei daringly hugging that beauty in the opera hall, Song Qingshu looked at the woman sitting beside him and felt dissatisfied, afraid not of goods comparison, but people comparison. Originally, he hadn’t had enough fun with the woman beside him, but seeing the Saintess today, he was almost mad, now filled with her absolutely beautiful face, like a goddess from a Western myth, having her would be a bliss.
He gave the Saintess a hard look, then saw Li Yifei’s hand, like a claw of An Lushan, typing viciously on his phone. Sitting a few seats away, the Eldest Young Master Hua had a smirking look, replying to Song Qingshu.
The opera began, and although Li Yifei understood English, this opera was not in English but in German. As the second-largest German-speaking city in the world, today’s musical was in German, which left Li Yifei bewildered. He knew many languages, but unfortunately wasn’t proficient in German. On the contrary, the Saintess beside him was familiar with German, so she started explaining to Li Yifei: "Today’s opera is called ’Aida’, a 4-act opera by the Italian composer G. Verdi. It was completed in 1870 and premiered in Cairo in 1871. The libretto was written by Italian singer and playwright Ghislanzoni along with the composer himself, based on a French libretto."
"Oh, that sounds significant?" Li Yifei nodded vigorously beside her.
The Saintess smiled with her lips closed and said: "Unfortunately, due to the Franco-Prussian War, the necessary scenery, costumes, etc., could not be shipped from Europe, delaying the premiere until 1871. The opera depicts the love tragedy between a female slave among the Ethiopian captives conquered by Egypt, the former Ethiopian princess Aida, and the warrior Radames under the Egyptian king, showing the conflict between love and patriotism, reflecting Aida’s thoughts of revenge and patriotism!"
"Oh? No wonder a woman appears at the start." Li Yifei replied softly.
The Saintess rolled her eyes immediately and said, "That’s not Aida!"
"Then who is?" Li Yifei quickly asked.
"Never mind, you’re not interested anyway." The Saintess turned her head away, ignoring Li Yifei. He quickly leaned closer, breathing warm air onto the Saintess’s ear, saying, "Come on, tell me, I don’t understand German. If it were French, I would get it, but German I don’t know."
"It was originally a French opera, who knows why it’s in German today, but even if you don’t understand, you should be able to get the gist of it." The Saintess heard Li Yifei asking, and couldn’t resist the urge to let Li Yifei follow along, so she turned around to explain to him.
"You explain so well, otherwise, I’d be lost, you know, I’m just a simple-minded fellow." Li Yifei said honestly.
You’re not simple-minded; Satan is the simple-minded one, the Saintess added in her heart. She had spent some time with Li Yifei, and he was definitely not as simple as he claimed; though a soldier by training, he wasn’t rigid in many aspects. To the Saintess, he was an ideal partner.
Well, that last part is nonsense, if Li Yifei wasn’t exceptional enough, she wouldn’t have chosen him as her heart’s demon. One must know, a heart’s demon signifies the man most loved by a generation’s Saintess, and there won’t be a second one.
In the whole world, to find such a man is a kind of fate itself; there are numerous hard conditions, with strength being the most critical. Though there are many inscrutable people, like those Elders in the organization, all are extremely powerful, they can’t be heart’s demon, and also, they are indeed too old.
Whereas people like Satan, whether in appearance or character and style of doing things, could not appeal to the Saintess; although she wasn’t racially prejudiced, she definitely wouldn’t find a black guy, especially one all muscle-bound.
Among more than 7 billion people, finding such a person is fate itself. The Saintess thought of this and sighed softly, then continued to say: "Aida combines the heroic traits of grand opera, the dramatic structure of sound, vivid characterizations, and the richness of melody, harmony, and orchestral colors organically. The orchestra maintains an almost continuous symphonic development, and the musical drama develops uninterruptedly, with its luxurious scenes having the characteristics of French grand opera."
