On their wedding day, her husband ran off to a foreign country to be with his secretary.
Cheat on me? Let's see who can cheat better! Lin Qingtong turned around and took a strikingly hand...
Lin Qingtong gazed quietly at He Jiaxin before her. "What song?"
Her words were tantamount to agreeing to sing.
A hint of smugness flashed in He Jiaxin's eyes, and her voice became much louder and more cheerful.
"I want you to sing folk songs."
Folk folk songs are a genre that is difficult to master. If sung well, they sound rustic; if sung poorly, they are ridiculed for being arrogant.
Moreover, the languages of ethnic minorities are not something that ordinary people can speak or sing.
She deliberately chose a folk song to embarrass Lin Qingtong. In any case, whether she sings well or not, she's definitely going to lose face today!
After saying this, He Jiaxin looked up at Lin Qingtong, hoping to see a look of panic and anger on her face.
Yet her stunningly beautiful face remained calm and serene, as if nothing could disturb her emotions.
Seeing Lin Qingtong like this, He Jiaxin felt even more grief-stricken and resentful, her hatred crushing her like a tidal wave.
Are you scared?
Before Lin Qingtong could say a word, He Jiaxin spoke first, trying to intimidate Lin Qingtong with her aura.
But Lin Qingtong stared at her indifferently, a faint smile playing on her lips, seemingly tinged with disdain.
"Perhaps you could think about how to apologize later."
He Jiaxin snorted coldly, "You have to sing folk songs well to count, at least more than half of the people here have to praise you."
Upon hearing Duan Jiaxin's words, Master Duan also felt somewhat worried about Lin Qingtong.
Although Lin Qingtong's dance was really beautiful, it doesn't necessarily mean she can sing ethnic minority folk songs well.
Even though he grew up in the mountains, he wasn't very good at singing folk songs and was often ridiculed.
Master Duan understood that feeling, so he quickly spoke up for Lin Qingtong.
"Alright, it's just a party, there's no need for everyone to take it so seriously. Let's enjoy the rest of the show."
Many people around also agreed that Master Duan was right, but He Jiaxin just kept pressing him.
"No, she already agreed. She has to go on stage and sing. She's an adult and has to be responsible for what she says."
Then she looked at Lin Qingtong and said with disdain, "If you're scared, you can kneel down and kowtow."
Lin Qingtong naturally couldn't agree to this condition, and she answered with her expression remaining indifferent.
“I didn’t say I was scared.”
When Master Duan heard Lin Qingtong say this, he became extremely anxious.
I'm giving her a way out, can't you see that?
Lin Qingtong gave Master Duan a reassuring look, then slowly walked to a tree and picked a few green leaves.
Upon seeing this scene, He Jiaxin immediately burst out laughing.
"Lin Qingtong, are you trying to scare us? Using leaves, are you planning to play the fool?"
Lin Qingtong's slender fingers held the leaf, and her thin figure stood there, making it impossible to look away.
"Then I'll make a fool of myself and sing a song for everyone."
A smile appeared in her eyes, and she held a leaf to her lips with her slender fingers. As soon as she spoke, a melodious and ethereal tune echoed through the mountains and forests.
In that instant, everyone around got goosebumps, as if their very souls were shaken.
A gentle evening breeze stirred Lin Qingtong's hair and skirt. She slowly closed her eyes, and the ethereal rustling of the leaves continued.
Lin Qingtong then began to chant softly, the unique melodies of her ethnic minority language echoing in the night.
Master Duan immediately recognized the song as "[One Person, One Flower]", which needs to be sung in a minority language. The melody is long and ethereal, immersing the listener in its beauty.
Under the glow of the campfire, the light in Shen Tinghe's eyes shone even brighter.
Fortunately, he dropped everything and rushed over, otherwise he would have missed the unique and wonderful Lin Qingtong.
Huo Xingyu's eyes were shining as he looked at Lin Qingtong, feeling incredibly fortunate that he had stopped the car during the day, which allowed him to meet such a wonderful person as Lin Qingtong.
Lin Qingtong continued humming, while Mr. Duan sat there upright, tears welling up in his aged eyes.
He Jiaxin, who was sitting there watching the commotion, looked extremely unpleasant.
She never expected that Lin Qingtong could actually sing folk songs; it felt like a series of slaps to her face.
Her gaze swept around and she saw Mr. Duan staring intently at Lin Qingtong. Because of the dim lighting, she subconsciously felt that Mr. Duan must dislike Lin Qingtong.
After the song ended, before anyone could react, He Jiaxin hurriedly spoke to Mr. Duan.
"Mr. Duan, I'm so sorry. Lin Qingtong definitely didn't mean to sing this song. Please don't be angry."
She appeared to be doing what was best for Lin Qingtong, but in reality, she was exaggerating and embellishing the situation.
Lin Qingtong was still somewhat immersed in the folk songs. After taking a deep breath, she kept her eyes fixed on the direction of Mr. Duan.
Her main purpose in singing this folk song was to take a gamble and see if Mr. Duan would like it.
Seeing this scene, Master Duan couldn't help but worry for Lin Qingtong.
Upon hearing He Jiaxin's words, he mistakenly believed that his grandfather truly disliked the folk songs.
Worried that his grandfather might lose his temper and scold Lin Qingtong, Master Duan immediately stepped in front of Lin Qingtong to explain.
"Grandpa, it's just a party, there's no need to take it so seriously."
Although he thought Lin Qingtong sang very well, his grandfather had a rather eccentric temperament and might not really like it.
As soon as Master Duan finished speaking, Old Master Duan's face darkened, and he glared at him irritably.
Now, Master Duan was even more certain that his grandfather didn't like the folk songs sung by Lin Qingtong.
He looked in Lin Qingtong's direction, expecting her to show a scared and unhappy expression, but to his surprise, Lin Qingtong smiled gently and called out.
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