"Don't sleep yet, we'll be home soon." Yang Yihe rubbed her little face. Xiaoyu's skin was really white and translucent, with a little bit of pink, like a peach, making you want to take a bite. She was so cute.

Xiaoyu had grown accustomed to Xiaohe's loving gaze, and listlessly took out a few pebbles from her pocket to play with.

Mao Mao was completely captivated by the band on stage and analyzed with Fu Shuyan: "That keyboardist has a great sense of rhythm, but the bass line is too full, overshadowing the vocals."

"You understand pop music?" Fu Shuyan asked in surprise.

Mao Mao lowered her voice and said, "A little bit, I overheard some decadent music."

Fu Shuyan was shocked!

Mao Mao warned, "Don't tell anyone!"

Fu Shuyan quickly nodded: "I won't."

Mao Mao still believed him, so she continued listening to the song.

His biggest dream right now, besides bringing his mother home, is to listen to decadent music every day.

Fu Shuyan also quite liked novel music, but he keenly noticed the three men at the table at the nine o'clock position.

They were wearing tight floral shirts with open collars and faint tattoos on their arms.

The table was covered with empty beer bottles, and the voices were getting louder and louder, with people glancing at their table intentionally or unintentionally.

Especially Yang Yihe and Xiaoyu.

Fu Shuyan frowned slightly, leaned closer to He Yuxiang, and noticed that he was looking around. He asked, "What are you looking at?"

"If we had bars in China, they would probably be very profitable."

He Yuxiang looked at the drinks and snacks on the menu. Even by the standards of the port city's economy, it was still considered high-end, but that didn't stop a large number of people from coming.

This proves that bars are extremely important to restless men and women.

Low cost.

High returns.

It easily involves promiscuity between men and women.

The interior is well protected.

The outside world is left to the customers to develop freely.

I'm not sure if this method will work.

Fu Shuyan's lips parted slightly. Didn't you come to the bar to listen to music?

He Yuxiang: "What do you want from me?"

"The three men at the nine o'clock position always look at Xiaoyu and Yang Yihe."

He Yuxiang turned his head, his sharp gaze sweeping towards the direction Fu Shuyan indicated. His fierce profile flickered with light and shadow under the changing lights.

The three men also noticed He Yuxiang. They muttered a curse under their breath and continued drinking.

Fu Shuyan looked at He Yuxiang's face: "You look even scarier than them. You must not break the law, otherwise you will be highly suspicious."

He Yuxiang: "..."

What kind of talk is that?

Xiaoyu stepped forward and looked her brother up and down: "No, my brother is fine."

Fu Shuyan: "It's a problem with the eyes."

He Yuxiang would never show any murderous intent towards his own sister.

"Hey, handsome, wanna grab a drink?"

Fu Shuyan's collar was suddenly grabbed, and she was pulled in by a woman with big, wavy hair, who was now only inches away from her.

He was terrified!

The woman chuckled softly, touched his face, and fed him wine.

The four people in the booth were also bewildered by this unexpected turn of events.

"Cough cough cough..."

Fu Shuyan coughed and struggled to break free. Because it was the first time he had tasted alcohol, he covered his throat and coughed, his eyes reddening and overflowing with physiological tears.

"Oh my, how innocent."

The woman deliberately touched him with her breasts.

Fu Shuyan retreated in alarm.

He Yuxiang grabbed his wrist and pulled him back to his seat, raising his cold eyes slightly: "No money, no alcohol."

The woman looked embarrassed: "No alcohol, but let's have some fun, sir. If you want to have fun with me, it's free."

He Yuxiang's face darkened: "Get out."

The woman pursed her lips, cursed at him a few times, and then turned and left.

Fu Shuyan broke down and covered her face, crying.

He Yuxiang was startled: "What are you doing?"

Mao Mao stepped forward and patted his back to comfort him: "It's okay, it's okay, you're not dirty, you're very clean."

Fu Shuyan was still deeply affected.

This was the first time in his life he had been treated like this.

How could anyone be so outrageous!

The outside world is too dangerous!

Xiaoyu and Yang Yihe were dumbfounded.

Mao Mao sighed: "Xiao Yu, you said Fu Shuyan is still very clean, right?"

Xiao Yu looked confused: "Huh? Yeah, yeah."

Fu Shuyan's crying subsided slightly, but the trauma remained in her heart.

Mao Mao said, "I'll sing you a song, listen carefully, don't be sad."

His gaze fell on the band on the stage. He went up to talk to them, his emerald eyes shining with a pure and pleading light.

Speaking fluent Cantonese, he said to the somewhat bewildered bandleader, "Excuse me, could I borrow the microphone? I'd like to sing a song, just one."

The bandleader looked at him and nodded as if possessed.

Mao Mao picked up the microphone.

Fu Shuyan quickly wiped away her tears and looked up: "He's so brave."

He Yuxiang also stared intently at Mao Mao.

Mao Mao likes to sing.

I really like it.

If decadent music is allowed in China in the future, He Yuxiang believes that Mao Mao will not hesitate to devote herself to the music industry.

Mao Mao sang a Cantonese love song, which was very lyrical.

There is no prelude.

There was no accompaniment.

He sang the first note a cappella.

The moment that sound came out, the entire Lihua Grand Palace seemed to be muted.

It's not just about sounding nice; it's about a penetrating power that has real substance.

The boy's voice was clear and pure, yet it carried an incredible warmth and depth, with each note imbued with delicate emotion.

The original singer is known for his weathered and heartfelt style, but when he sings it, the vicissitudes of time are stripped away, leaving only a pure and sincere feeling that strikes straight to the soul.

The hotel seemed to be free of smoke, and the lights seemed to be focused solely on him.

Xiao Yu let out a small "wow".

Even though she had heard Mao Mao sing many times, Xiao Yu felt very happy to hear his voice again.

Fu Shuyan was moved.

Mao Mao actually sang for him!

They should still be good friends, right?

He actually...

I really admire their friendship that they grew up together.

He was afraid that if he approached them, they would reject him, so he went to Xiaoyu because Xiaoyu was his first friend, and he felt that Xiaoyu would not look down on him.

However, in just a few days, Fu Shuyan felt that his childhood friends did not reject him.

Fu Shuyan felt a warm glow in her heart and gently tapped her feet to the rhythm of the song.

The band members just stared blankly at the radiant boy.

Shock, longing, and envy all surged into my heart.

Everyone in the bar stared blankly at the person on stage. The noise and flirting had stopped, and they looked at the stage with pure appreciation.

His voice seemed to have a physical penetrating power, able to penetrate to the bone marrow and soothe all restless nerves.

The lingering smells of smoke and alcohol, and the sense of extravagance that had filled the air, were all washed away by his voice, leaving only his flowing river of sound in the entire space.

When Momo's last note fell as gently as a feather, no one had time to react.

silence.

A deathly silence.

Someone suddenly clapped their hands.

This sounds like a signal!

boom--

Thunderous applause erupted instantly, mixed with excited whistles and shouts. (End of Chapter)