Chapter 37 Final Night (Part 2) - Bonus chapter with 10,000 nutrient solutions! Check it out here...

Beneath a fuchsia fur shawl was a tight-fitting short skirt covered in raven-black feathers. Her slender right hand gripped a microphone tightly, the whiteness of her skin contrasting sharply with the black of the microphone, and the silver ring on her finger seemed to glow.

Jiang Tinghan, on the other hand, was wearing a black leather glove, inspired by the look of dualipa on the album cover.

Her voice became somewhat hoarse and magnetic, giving the impression of nightfall: "I might take you home with us."

"I might give you all of it."

"Get your dose of the sweetest pie." (Come and enjoy your life's journey.)

Even without dyeing her hair blonde, she looks every bit the American sweetheart.

Kwon Ji-yong finally put down his phone, not wanting to be too obvious, but his eyes remained fixed on the stage, occasionally glancing at the big screen.

He immediately became sensitive upon hearing the word "US." What "we"? Did Jiang Tinghan have other men in her family? Was he supposed to be a mistress?

The frequent use of "you" in the lyrics allowed Kwon Ji-yong to fully immerse himself in the story, but the sudden appearance of "us" effectively "made up" for that.

"Enjoy this ride of your life."

"Hold on because baby I might—"

"I might just give you a bite of the sweetest pie."

The last few words had become unclear.

She slightly raised her eyes, gazing at the camera in the distance, a captivating smile playing on her lips. She then raised her left hand, brought it to her slightly parted lips, bit her glove with her teeth, and deftly ripped it off. The alluring smile on her lips suddenly gained a touch of wild and untamed provocation.

This scene, magnified on the big screen, was seen by all the viewers, making the visual tension even stronger and almost breathtaking.

The audience in the front row gasped, followed by a series of heart-wrenching screams from the back row.

How can a single movement be both elegant and wild? How can two such contrasting qualities be combined so perfectly? It's absolutely insane!

Kwon Ji-yong stared at the slightly upturned eyes on the screen, his breath catching for a moment. His back, which had been slightly hunched, involuntarily straightened, and he leaned back a couple of times. His expression remained calm, but his pursed lips, the inexplicable itching in his teeth, and his suddenly disordered heartbeat all betrayed his infatuation.

The deafening screams of the surrounding audience seemed to have been paused; in the silent world, Kwon Ji-yong could only see Jiang Tinghan.

He was suddenly somewhat relieved that she bit off the glove quickly; if she had done it slowly, methodically, and bit by bit, he probably wouldn't have been able to control his expression.

Kwon Ji-yong pulled down his hat brim and put his mask back on. This girl was too charming to him; it was better to take some precautions beforehand.

Jiang Tinghan casually tossed the black gloves behind her, caught the microphone with her thumb and forefinger, pulled off the antique-style blue and gold silk scarf adorning her chest, put her hands behind her head, and tied up her waterfall-like pink hair, which seemed to have come alive. She changed her hairstyle on the spot, and the high ponytail was clean and neat. The silk scarf, which looked like a bow hair clip, added a touch of elegance. The whole set of movements was smooth and silky, like a hand dance.

Not far behind, Megan emerged from the shadows, a bright spotlight shining on her, illuminating her black mink coat, which was even more imposing than Jiang Tinghan's. With a casual reach, she grabbed the glove that Jiang Tinghan had thrown.

The two were clearly surprised when they caught each other, as this was completely unexpected, but the coincidence did not disrupt the rhythm of the performance.

Megan exuded confidence, her two steps making it seem like she was about to step onto the stage to accept a Grammy: "Baby, I'm sweetest."

"P**y is the meanest. Hot girl shit, but I'm cold every season."

The moment the mentor appeared, the lyrics immediately became more daring, but her powerful presence made everyone focus only on her machine-gun-like rap speed and pay no attention to the lyrics.

“Look.” Megan walked over to Jiang Tinghan and slapped the black glove back into his clean, white hand.

Don't go through my phone. Because that's the old me.

Jiang Tinghan had a sudden inspiration. He put gloves on Megan and even took off his own ring and gave it to her, making it seem as if he was willing to give everything for the Queen.

Another scream erupted from the audience. Megan exuded slay, radiating an air of pride and self-satisfaction, as she accepted Jiang Tinghan's impromptu interaction.

She glanced at the ring, seemed somewhat dissatisfied, and returned it to Jiang Tinghan with a look of disdain.

As Jiang Tinghan took the ring, she raised the microphone and seamlessly transitioned into the next rap line: "Aint the only tryna be my one and only."

Megan glanced sideways and met Jiang Tinghan's gaze. Both of them were exuding a powerful aura. In keeping with the lyrics, she stretched out her hand and gestured up and down at Jiang Tinghan: "Real thick moving slow that body like Coldy."

The original word was "Codeine," which refers to analgesic and antitussive drugs extracted from opium. Of course, it would not pass censorship, so the word was changed, and the pronunciation of "Coldy" just happened to fit.

At this moment, Jiang Tinghan gently tugged at the silk scarf, and her long pink hair cascaded down her slender back like a cascading silver ribbon, swaying alluringly like a kitten's tail wagging from side to side. Even through the screen, one could almost smell the sweet fragrance.

She twirled with the movement, the hem of her black dress swaying softly like flower petals, her pink hair drawing a shimmering arc under the lights, perfectly showcasing her playfulness and liveliness, as if she were displaying her beauty in sync with Megan's rap lyrics.

In terms of presence, she certainly can't overpower the two seniors yet, so she plays the role of the milk that goes with the aggressive spicy dish. It's a sweet and cool style that suits her age, with a kind of smugness and desire for praise like a teenager, and it's a style that's completely different from her previous stages.

Quan Zhilong's amber eyes, hidden beneath his hat brim, darted around before settling on the ring. He felt it wasn't flashy enough and looked too plain on Jiang Tinghan's hand.

But he wanted it.

I want a ring; I want the other person to put it on my finger, and I also want to put it on their finger.

Looking at her beautiful face with her chin raised on the stage, I felt an urge to reach out and pet a kitten's head. It must be fluffy, right? The fur vest she was wearing already made her look very fluffy, and my hands were itching uncontrollably.

Wearing light-colored contact lenses would probably make her look more like a little black cat, but no contact lenses can match the brightness of her original black eyes.

Kwon Ji-yong mentally gave Jiang Tinghan a huge thumbs up, even though Jiang Tinghan was just standing there doing nothing, he still found her adorable.

Teddy said appreciatively, "Her stage presence is great, she's really charming, I can understand why you like her."

Kwon Ji-yong joked, "Hyung, you don't need to understand, I'll understand it myself."

Teddy was speechless: "Sigh! Getting jealous over this is a bit childish."

Kwon Ji-yong's lips curled up beneath his mask: "Who told me to be so sensitive?"

Teddy thinks Kwon Ji-yong is the kind of person who would post online, "My girlfriend bought me a lollipop today, she loves me so much," and when netizens say he's wasting money, he'll say, "You don't know how good she is to me! Don't talk nonsense if you don't know our relationship!"

Of course, his taste is much better than those who flaunt their trashy partners. If we're really talking about someone as dazzling as Coldy on stage, he certainly has something to brag about.

Jiang Tinghan opened her throat and sang in a bright voice, completely different from the first line: "You've never been to heaven, have you?"

The sudden rise in vocal pitch instantly brought the song's atmosphere to its peak.

The initially pleasant accompaniment abruptly shifted after that high note, with the electronic drumbeats becoming even more frenzied, like adding fuel to a raging fire. The venue instantly transformed into a wild nightclub party. The pleasant drinking session was over, and now it was time to start dancing!

"Come on, pay attention to me, this trembling power." CL made a dazzling entrance, her first words being, "I'm the coolest."

"The feeling of the spine moving up and down, like a flower that cannot bloom alone."

Jiang Tinghan and Megan chord in perfect unison: "Fire Fire!"

CL immediately chimed in: "Everyone be careful, this is a battle of words, it'll melt away in an instant."

Jiang Tinghan's tone turned cold: "If the tail is too long, it will definitely get caught."

When she switched to this song, her girlish charm vanished, replaced by a strong sense of aggression. Her eyes, though seemingly indifferent, appeared to harbor a kind of malice.

CL leaned forward, his eyes piercing: "In a big forest, you'll find all sorts of birds."

The two people's contrasting auras seemed to divide the stage in two, as if they were both conversing and vying for more territory, creating an almost frantic sense of intense competition that instantly ignited the entire audience.

“0hhhhh——”

The audience below cheered. Yes! This was exactly what they wanted to see!

As the climaxes piled up, the familiar YG-style energetic chorus began, and the two performers on stage immediately started dancing. A perfectly timed shoulder shake was enough to send the audience into a frenzy.

What followed was a series of clean and crisp movements, each point precisely timed, the sharp high heels striking the floor as if they themselves had become a new musical instrument.

Following the wave, she adds a flexible turn, swinging her arms to move her waist and hips rhythmically. Jiang Tinghan's dance always carries a sense of ease and control. Her movements are always powerful, and even when she is twisting, she does not appear vulgar. On the contrary, the small details such as the beads of sweat reflecting on her forehead, her slightly rising and falling chest, and her calm and composed eyes make her even more cold and sexy.

Finally, Jiang Tinghan swung his arm and brazenly wrapped his arm around CL's neck and shoulder. The two of them leaned their heads together and looked at the camera with equally sharp eyes.

As the music ended, the audience went completely wild: "Aaaaaaahh ...

CL raised the microphone and rapped a short verse, still with that incredibly arrogant tone: "Yo, check the crown, I never passed the throne."

"Built this empire up from seeds I've sown."

They try to copy the road, but the sauce is mine.

"Call me the Baddest Female, till the end of time."

Jiang Tinghan lowered his eyes slightly and replied neither humbly nor arrogantly, "Your reign is classic, mine is the brand new age."

"Watch me rewrite the game on this very page."

Your dynasty is classic, but I represent a new generation.

Watch as I completely rewrite the rules right now!

The audience could no longer sit still, waving their hands wildly as if using their arms as cheering sticks.

Good heavens, that word, Coldy is so arrogant! But—they love it!!!

Although he knew it was part of the stage design, Kwon Ji-yong still felt a bit of schadenfreude as he watched CL get a comeback from Jiang Tinghan.

Why are we suddenly so close again?!

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Author's note: kkk Yang Juhua is being sued again, and I stand unconditionally on his side!