"If you really get married in the future, you will be considered a model couple in the entertainment industry."

Han Hong gazed at Mo Zixue sitting next to Wang Yueheng and continued to speak with envy.

If someone had been this sincere to me back then, I probably wouldn't still be single.

As if recalling his past failed and bumpy emotional experiences, Han Hong's eyes reddened slightly.

He then shook his head, trying to forget the sad images that involuntarily surfaced.

"Yes, that was the hardest time for me. I had nothing, my father was hospitalized, and the most valuable thing I owned was a guitar."

"If it weren't for Xiaoxue's help, with just a few hundred fans, we wouldn't even have been able to raise enough money for my father to buy medicine."

"I might not even be able to keep up with live-streaming singing, so I might as well find a job as a construction worker or a food deliveryman."

"Fortunately, we finally made it through. Even without Sister Han Hong saying anything, I will treat her even better from now on."

Recalling the days before his predecessor became famous, Wang Yueheng turned his head and looked at the girl beside him with doting eyes, smiling as he spoke.

Upon hearing this, Mo Zixue, who was sitting to the side, blinked shyly and quietly ate her food with her head down.

"Actually, nothing is easy for ordinary people."

"Although my parents were celebrities back then, they were practically strangers to me."

“When I was eight years old, my stepfather and biological mother sent me to live with my maternal grandmother, who raised me by selling popsicles.”

"To avoid upsetting my grandmother and fearing she wouldn't want to take me in anymore, I took on the cooking duties even though I was still in elementary school..."

As he spoke, under the influence of alcohol, Han Hong recalled his childhood, and tears gradually welled up in his eyes.

I was reminded of my miserable childhood when my father and mother didn't love me.

"Having experienced what it feels like to be abandoned by loved ones, I feel especially sorry for those children without parents."

"I hope to take them in and let them feel that rarest and most precious kind of care..."

"Anyway, I have no intention of getting married and having children. I've spent most of my money on these kids."

"Over the years, my family fortune has almost been spent."

"But seeing the children's smiling faces, this kind of happiness cannot be bought with money."

"Taking care of them is like making up for the lack of happiness in my own childhood."

As he spoke, a genuine smile returned to Han Hong's face.

It seems that he took the opportunity of this dinner party to express the words that he had suppressed for a long time.

After all, apart from Wang Yueheng, it's hard for her to find anyone else who has no vested interests with her and is willing to listen to her honest opinions.

"In the outside world, we are seen as high and mighty celebrities, but we know that we are just ordinary people."

"In order to survive, they toil all day long without a moment's rest."

"This glass is a toast to Sister Han Hong, who has such a loving heart!"

Wang Yueheng took over the conversation, raised his glass again, and smiled as he spoke.

"'We are all ordinary people, toiling away all day long,' that's a good saying!"

"If this line could be written into a song, it would definitely be even more touching."

"Just like the song 'Live Hard' that you wrote for the Gree Group before, it will definitely touch the hearts of many ordinary people who are busy working hard for their lives."

"Why don't you just sing a song with the theme of 'ordinary people' for the next singing competition?"

Upon hearing Wang Yueheng's comforting words, Han Hong, who was caught up in an emotional state, brightened up.

He instantly forgot his earlier sadness and picked up his glass in response.

"It's a rare opportunity to have such a good time to drink and chat. The atmosphere has been set up so well, let's not wait for the next competition."

"If Sister Han Hong is interested in this song, I can sing it for you directly."

"Let's use this song to commemorate the hardships we've endured and the arduous struggles of our ordinary lives."

Wang Yueheng, who was also slightly tipsy, had that familiar melody playing in his mind. He downed his drink in one gulp and said with a smile.