The boys thought she was too promiscuous, and the girls thought she was too casual. In the end, both groups kept their distance from her. Even if someone approached her, it was like a cat trying to steal fish.
One should not become arrogant when one is successful.
Zeng Hui whispered in Linghu Lan's ear, "Don't you think Fang Mei is a little insecure?"
"Um?"
"I used to work in human resources for a while, and I think I'm pretty good at judging people."
Why do you say that?
“Look, Fang Mei’s money all comes from her family. She doesn’t actually have any skills. Taking money from her family is definitely not easy, and she doesn’t have any sense of self-worth. Gaining a sense of accomplishment through the recognition and admiration of others is the easiest way for her. Apart from that, she has no other way to realize her value in life. If no one touches her, she doubts herself. Isn’t that also a kind of inferiority complex?”
Linghu Lan looked at Zeng Hui with a different eye. It has to be said that Zeng Hui's analysis made sense, but such things are hard to judge.
After a few rounds of drinks, someone started singing.
When people are drunk, they don't care whether their singing is good or bad; they just do whatever makes them happy, and before they know it, the atmosphere becomes lively.
Linghu Lan also requested a song. She used to be tone-deaf, but she had studied vocal music and sheet music, and even bought a hundred singing skill books. She felt that she was okay when she sang at home. This was the first time in a long time that she was singing in a karaoke bar, and she was quite excited.
She had missed many TV dramas and could hardly sing popular songs anymore. After thinking for a while, she found a song that used to be very popular, "Those Flowers," and started singing it. This song was extremely popular back then and was a song about campus life. Singing it now felt very nostalgic.
Music begins.
Linghu Lan spoke at the perfect time, and her voice immediately stunned everyone. The entire room fell silent; the sounds of drinking, drawing circles, and chatting all stopped, as if someone had suddenly pressed the pause button.
As Linghu Lan sang, everyone joined in towards the end. Many people's faces were solemn and filled with memories. Even Fang Mei, who was so proud, eventually put aside her reservations and started singing.
As the last note of the song faded, applause erupted, seemingly marking the climax of the class reunion and evoking countless youthful memories for many.
Soon, the recollection ended, and the room returned to its lively atmosphere. Someone praised Linghu Lan for her beautiful singing. Linghu Lan modestly replied that her singing skills were only slightly better than the average person; her original Kong Fanyin was truly a heavenly voice. The reason she performed this song so well was simply because it was so fitting for the occasion.
Linghu Lan sank back into the sofa; she wanted to go back inside.
She checked the time; it was already 10 p.m. Just as she was about to say goodbye to everyone, the door to the private room was pushed open.
A handsome and dashing man walked in. Some people, seeing how incredibly handsome he was, involuntarily stopped what they were doing. One person's influence led another, and soon the room became quiet again.
Everyone felt extremely uneasy. One instance of silence was bad enough, but two...
Many people, without prior arrangement, wanted to see who it was, and once they did, they couldn't take their eyes off it—it was just too beautiful.
Linghu Lan stared at the man, unable to suppress her laughter.
“Mo Tang!” Linghu Lan said.
“Uncle!” Fang Mei said.
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