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Before the talent show even started, Li Zexuan had brought his guitar to the livestream to warm up.

The fans had been waiting in the live broadcast room for a long time, and they were looking forward to the Li family’s plan.

[Is that Lin Wan? Oh my God, she looks so good in a dress! Wasn’t she wearing sportswear at noon?]

[Everything looks carefully planned. Don’t tell me they have a big surprise!]

[Xuanxuan is playing the guitar. Is this family going to perform a dance?]

[Who’s singing and who’s dancing?]

[Lin Wan and Li Yanchen? Li Yanchen is singing? Lin Wan might be dancing?

[Lin Wan’s figure is really good. Maybe she used to dance?]

Before the duet, Lin Wan asked Li Yanchen whether he was sure he wanted to join. The man coughed twice and made an OK gesture with his hand.

At Yun City, on the top floor of the Taian building, three in the afternoon was usually a break time for Chenxin employees.

Assistant Qin turned on the livestream and saw the young master playing his guitar. Beside him were the younger master and the youngest young master. Lin Wan and Li Yanchen were still there.

In the video, the family sat cross-legged, and the atmosphere was unusually harmonious.

Secretary Han took out his phone. “Old Qin,” he said. “Don’t you think that Mr. Li has changed a lot?”

“The young masters seem to have become more obedient as well.” Assistant Qin poured a cup of tea.

While the two of them discussed how the family’s relationship had become harmonious, an ear-piercing sound suddenly came from the phone.

Qin Xiangyi and Han Jiahe couldn’t tell what song it was at all. They covered their ears.

The two of them threw their phones on the table and looked down at the comments.

[Is that Li Yanchen singing? What is he singing? I can’t even tell the song from the sound.]

[I thought about it for a while. I think it is Xue Zhiqian’s”Like the Wind”. If Xue Zhiqian knew about this, he might ban Li Yanchen from ever singing it again.]

[Help! Is this the Xuanxuan family’s talent? Strongly request the Director to mute the livestream.]

[Li Yanchen, are you a death singer?]

[Where did he get the courage to sing like this? How can Xuanxuan be calm? He is still playing his guitar.]

[I turned the volume down. Damn, my child who was taking an afternoon nap was crying.]

[Mr. Li, your singing is… unique, but please don’t sing anymore in the future.]

[Is he doing this as a revenge for when we criticized his wife?]

[It’s definitely like a crime scene which will hurt millions of people.]

[It’s really fascinating how he can’t get even one note in tune.]

Lin Wan glanced at Li Yanchen. If not for the cameras, she would have covered her ears as well.

After Li Yanchen finished singing his part of the song, Lin Wan cut right in.

She was wearing a yellow dress and standing under the peach tree. The afternoon sun passed through the branches and leaves, casting tiny spots of light on her face. Her eyes were like obsidian, and her chin was high.

“What I was waiting for was so intangible, but I felt you flowing through my skin…,” sang Lin Wan, her voice melodious and clear.

Li Zexin and Li Zekai put down their hands which were covering their ears.

Even Li Yanchen was so engrossed in the song that he had forgotten about the next part. It was only when Lin Wan finished singing the entire song that every note bloomed like the peach blossoms in March, along with Li Zexuan’s guitar strumming along.

[Is this Lin Wan’s talent?]

[This is the best cover I’ve ever heard. Is Lin Wan really that good at singing?]

[Why are there fewer commenters?]

[I’m listening to music, no time to type.]

Li Yanchen was stunned for a moment. Then he started singing again. In an instant, the magic cast by Lin Wan’s singing was gone, to be replaced by Li Yanchen’s croaking.

[Are you sure that Li Yanchen and Lin Wan aren’t just singing two different songs?]

[Li Yanchen, can you please stop singing? I want to hear Lin Wan sing.]

Li Zexin really couldn’t stand it anymore. He went up and covered his father’s mouth.

[Little brother, I suggest that you use tape to seal the place.]

[Just cover his mouth. Seems like the scene is even more tragic. How dare you, Li Yanchen, sing in the live broadcast room, and in such a terrible way at that!]

[Oh my God, is Lin Wan a singer? The type that’s good but not that popular. Why do I feel that her voice is amazing?]

Li Yanchen let out a couple of muffled groans after being pulled back by his son. He then watched Lin Wan’s performance quietly.

The four-minute song finished very quickly, but everyone wanted more. They requested for more songs.

[Lin Wan, I take back what I said. You’re not a salted fish. Please sing another song. Cover another of Xue’s songs. I’ve never heard such a good cover.]

[With this standard, she definitely won’t lose to those singers in talent shows.]

[Xuanxuan accompanying her singing with his guitar definitely helps. You can see how good he is.]

[I knew the Festival Group wouldn’t invite ordinary people to the show!]

Li Yanchen looked at the bullet screen. Everyone’s attitude had changed so quickly. Most of them were now praising Lin Wan.

[Don’t you think that even though Lin Wan didn’t dress up much and didn’t sing on a proper stage, it almost felt like a concert?]

[Yes, yes, yes! I was just about to say that. The background is clearly an ordinary peach tree, but why does it feel so tall and grand?]

Li Zexin clapped. “That was really good! Ms. Lin, please sing another song! The fans in the live broadcast rooms want more.”

Li Zekai held Lin Wan’s hand. “Auntie, I want to hear you sing alone. I don’t want my dad to sing with you.”

[That’s right! Li Yanchen, stop messing around! Take his microphone away!]

[Can I pick a song? I want to listen to Xue Zhiqian’s “Luo City”.]

[Sister, why don’t you sing that?]

“I’ll play. You sing.” Li Zexuan fiddled with the guitar strings.

“Luo City?” Lin Wan looked at Li Zexuan.

“Sure.”

The live broadcast room suddenly became a show for the two of them.

In the office at Chenxin’s headquarters, Assistant Qin and Secretary Han were also enjoying Lin Wan’s singing and completely forgot about the time.

“Madam can sing so well!” Secretary Han exclaimed.

Assistant Qin was very confused. When Li Yanchen had informed him that he was marrying Lin Wan, he had mentioned that she was unemployed. He had never expected her to sing so well.

Assistant Qin shook his head. “I’ve never heard Madam sing before either. She isn’t less than a celebrity.”

“Young master has been so cooperative. He is still playing the guitar. The other master also took the initiative to ask her to sing more.” Secretary Han propped his chin on his palm. He felt that something was different.

“I’ve always thought that Mr. Li isn’t shallow enough to have his head turned by just anybody. Madam does have some skills. Maybe it wasn’t just her looks he was attracted to,” said Assistant Qin. He realized that Lin Wan was not as useless as she pretended to be.

“Time to go to work, time to go to work! I’ll watch the replay later.”

Li Zexuan played the tune for “Luo City” on his guitar and Lin Wan counted the beats, preparing herself.

“Leave the rest of your fragrance in the sheath to disturb your dreams…,” flowed Lin Wan’s voice. Her eyes were closed. Her voice sometimes rose high, sometimes low, and sometimes deep.

[Oh my God, I’m crying. Why do I feel like Lin Wan is pouring out her heart?]

[Separation, sorrow, homeland, ambition… All of these are in “Luo City”. Twenty-eight-year-old Lin Wan can surmise the essence of life itself in her voice.]