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The staff of Starry Rhythm Advertising Company had all gathered, but it seemed they had split into two groups. Ren Long sat with a group of men on one side, while Mo Ming could only follow Murong Lian on the other. Mo Ming felt quite frustrated by this situation, not expecting to be sidelined by a group of men.
Due to the awkwardness of the conversation, Mo Ming could only drink alone, letting the group of women chat away. Fortunately, Ruolin also struggled to find a topic to join in and ended up having a brief conversation with Mo Ming.
Through their talk, Mo Ming learned more about Ruolin. She came from a single-parent family; her father had run off after accumulating a mountain of gambling debts, abandoning his wife and daughter at an early age. Ruolin and her mother had to work tirelessly to repay those debts, which eventually led to her mother's illness. As a result, Ruolin harbored deep resentment towards her father, believing he was unworthy of being a husband or a father.
Mo Ming felt some sympathy for Ruolin's family situation. The girl who resembled Qingmeng evoked endless compassion in him, but he did not project his feelings for Qingmeng onto Ruolin; his feelings for Ruolin were purely those of an older brother towards his younger sister.
“Hey, Mo Ming, don’t you think there’s something you haven’t done yet?” Murong Lian suddenly exclaimed during their conversation, causing everyone to stop and look at Mo Ming.
For a moment, Mo Ming was taken aback, furrowing his brow in confusion. “I don’t think so. Isn’t tonight just about drinking?”
“Stop pretending you don’t know what I’m talking about. When you first arrived, didn’t you say you’d perform for us once everyone was here? So go ahead now; we’re all bored and want to see you make a fool of yourself,” Murong Lian reminded him.
“Sure! I don’t think I’ve ever heard Brother Mo sing,” Lin Yuan'er said excitedly. “Brother Mo, since we have the chance now, hurry up and let me hear how well you can sing.”
Ren Long smirked at the side and added provocatively, “Mo Ming, that’s not right. If you promised someone something, you have to deliver—especially to women. You definitely can’t break your word; otherwise, your life will be worse than death.”
“Exactly! Mo Ming, hurry up and give us a performance. Don’t worry; even if you sing like a dog barking, we won’t laugh at you. We’ll just give you some pointers so you can improve next time,” Li Minghan chimed in energetically. “Everyone, do you want to hear it?”
“Of course we do, Mo Ming,” Zhao the Eunuch laughed. “Look at how eager everyone is! Can you stop dragging your feet and act like a man? Hurry up!”
Speaking of which, isn’t Zhao the Eunuch the one acting like a woman?
Mo Ming glanced at the instigator of this whole situation, Murong Lian, who wore an oddly triumphant smile—a mix of pride and mockery.
However, Mo Ming did not seem to intend to avoid it. A hint of a teasing smile appeared on his lips as he stood up.
"Alright, since you all want to see me make a fool of myself so badly, I'll give you something to enjoy. Quickly open your ears and listen carefully to the voice of the KTV God, and see if it's flawless!" Mo Ming approached the karaoke machine, quickly selected a song, picked up the microphone, and announced, "Ahem... The next song is 'Seven Friends,' dedicated by KTV God Mo Ming to our most respected President Mu. I hope President Mu can forgive my earlier recklessness."
The melody of "Seven Friends" began to play, and familiar images appeared on the screen. Mo Ming stood in front of the screen, closed his eyes, feeling the wonderful melody. Gathering his breath, he started to sing.
"For her, I force myself to chat about love again, I muster my spirits to comfort others; if it's hard to reconcile, then let go early," Mo Ming's opening was excellent, as if he had received professional training. While singing, he turned his head, opened his eyes, and reached out towards Murong Lian, continuing with the lyrics: "Letting go of everything; when there are no lovers, one can still love oneself... because I am strong enough to use my own heartbreak..."
Mo Ming's rendition was very distinctive, with its own rhythm and tone. His heartfelt singing conveyed only sorrowful emotions, moving the listeners' hearts as if he were sharing his own story with everyone.
Ren Long and others were left speechless; they found no flaws to pick at. Even if they wanted to criticize him, they didn't know where to start. They were shrewd individuals who wouldn't blindly mock Mo Ming for fear of embarrassing themselves.
Ren Long's goddaughter Li Bingyun seemed captivated by Mo Ming's singing. Her expression was somewhat entranced as she quietly watched him perform, clearly enjoying it. When Ren Long noticed this, he immediately nudged her.
Initially thinking someone was foolish enough to disturb her listening experience, Li Bingyun realized it was an annoyed Ren Long. Being very perceptive, she quickly shifted her gaze away from Mo Ming but kept her ears attentive.
Murong Lian and Lin Yuan'er were also completely absorbed in the performance. It seemed that Mo Ming was gazing deeply at Ruolin as if they were the only two people in the world. Ruolin swayed gently with the melody, softly clapping and smiling sweetly.
While singing, Mo Ming only saw Ruolin as Qingmeng.
Mo Ming's voice had conquered everyone present; even Qiu Lan was lost in the moment, forgetting any previous unpleasantness as a smile unconsciously appeared on her lips.
As the music gradually approached its conclusion and the sound became softer, Mo Ming held the microphone tightly with both hands and ended the song with deep emotion: "...Who else worries for angels? There are no sweet words but I have this friend."
"Brother Mo sings beautifully! Every line is filled with deep emotion; it's truly wonderful! I want to hear it again," Ruolin clapped vigorously, her applause echoing throughout the entire private room.
Suddenly realizing she was the only one clapping, her face turned slightly red. She quickly quieted down; however, after she did so, applause erupted again in the room—loud and resonant—so much so that even those like Ren Long who didn't particularly like Mo Ming could only lightly clap along with everyone else.
The song came to an end, and in just a few minutes, it had completely captivated everyone present. No one dared to utter a word, and Mo Ming's wish was fulfilled; he was finally able to sing this song one last time in front of “Qingmeng.”
“Truly the KTV god, you sang so well! I was planning to tease you, but it seems there's no reason to do so now. Fine, I'll let you off this time. Hmph, next time if I catch you at any disadvantage, I will definitely make you regret it,” Murong Lian said with a slight nod, her words playful, but her heart had already begun to succumb.
“I've finished singing the song,” Mo Ming said with a grin. “If anyone thinks there’s room for improvement, feel free to point it out. Director Ren, what about you? Any advice?”
Ren Long couldn't help but twitch his mouth slightly. With a smile on his face, he shook his head and said, “You sang very well; it seems you've had professional training. I wouldn’t dare critique your singing skills. Just keep it as it is; it's quite good.”
“Brother Mo, your singing is so beautiful that no one dares to embarrass themselves anymore. Why don’t you sing another song for me? Everyone, what do you think?” Lin Yuan'er felt extremely proud; after all, he was her husband—so perfect in every way.
Indeed, those who had been desperately singing just moments ago suddenly lost their confidence and dared not show off in front of the expert.
“Exactly! Mo Ming, why not sing another song? You just sang for President Mu,” Zhao the Eunuch chimed in, gesturing dramatically. “I think the next song should be for me.”
With an oddly flirtatious gaze fixed on Mo Ming, Zhao the Eunuch made him shiver involuntarily, nearly dropping the microphone. Goosebumps covered Mo Ming's body.
Ren Long and the others burst into laughter without caring about their image. Ren Long slapped his thigh and teased, “That’s right! Mo Ming, you should be fair about this. Since you just sang for President Mu, now that Zhao Supervisor has requested it, I’m sure you won’t refuse?”
“Seriously, this Ren Long is really everywhere, trying to set me up!” This thought crossed Mo Ming's mind without him voicing it aloud. He forced a smile and asked, “So what song would you like to hear, Zhao Supervisor?”
Everyone present began to stifle their laughter, especially Qiu Lan, who seemed particularly delighted at the prospect of seeing Mo Ming make a fool of himself—truly a woman with a sharp tongue.
“Oh my! Mo Ming, you're just too wonderful! I love young people like you,” Zhao Supervisor said with a flirtatious expression while playfully touching her cheek. “How about you sing ‘My Lover’ for me? I believe you know it.”
“No, please don’t! I can’t sing that song!” Mo Ming nearly choked in panic and quickly replied, “How about I sing ‘Brothers’ instead? Does that work?”
Zhao the Eunuch looked slightly dissatisfied but reluctantly accepted. “Fine then; just sing what you know.”
It seemed that Mo Ming had no choice but to sing. After all, he had searched his mind for a long time before reluctantly deciding to sing "Brothers." Singing in front of someone like Zhao the Eunuch, who had peculiar preferences, made Mo Ming feel goosebumps all over.
The melody of "Brothers" began to play, and to Mo Ming, it sounded like a mournful tune leading to the guillotine. Everyone secretly laughed, and Zhao the Eunuch swayed his body like a woman, covering his mouth with his hands. Mo Ming really wanted to bang his head against the wall and die!
Just as he was about to start singing, the door was opened, and Yang Yuan walked in with a big smile, accompanied by Liu Hu. Upon seeing them, Mo Ming immediately said, "Young Master Yang, you arrived just in time! I've been waiting for you. Let's skip the pleasantries and drink a few cups together."
At that moment, it seemed Mo Ming had forgotten Yang Yuan's hostility towards him and greeted him enthusiastically, which left Yang Yuan a bit confused about what was going on with Mo Ming.
"Don't come near me; we're not familiar. Just step aside," Yang Yuan shot a disdainful glance at Mo Ming, bypassing him to approach Murong Lian. With an apologetic expression, he said, "I'm sorry for being late; I had some matters to attend to. Miss Murong won't be angry, will she?"
Murong Lian gently shook her head and replied, "Young Master Yang's presence is already an honor for me; how could I possibly hold it against you? Please sit down and join us; we were just listening to Mo Ming sing."
Hearing Murong Lian's words, Mo Ming quickly squeezed over, put down the microphone, and smiled as he said, "No need to sing anymore. Since Young Master Yang has graciously come here, why not let him sing for everyone instead? What do you say? I hope you're not tone-deaf!"
Mo Ming's smirk carried a hint of provocation. Yang Yuan frowned and looked at Mo Ming for a moment before picking up the microphone and addressing Murong Lian: "In that case, I will dedicate a song 'I Really Love You' to Miss Murong."
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