Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Everyone was completely shocked. They had never heard a voice like this. It was like a drop of pure, untainted water touching everyone’s heart. The pureness of the sound made one quiver.
The young men and women who had come to attend the concert were beyond excited. Their cheering and screaming fused together. If sounds were a tangible substance, the stadium would have been leveled to the ground, and it would not have been just one instance. But their cheers were buried beneath Li Nianwei’s clean and crisp voice.
The gentle, lingering voice reverberated.
Hong Dali and his classmates were merrily laughing in the stadium’s VIP room. Looking at the scene outside, Ling Yi laughed a hearty laugh. “Brother Dali, you’re the best. How did you come up with such a good idea? That instant when our cars were driven to the stage, the crowd went crazy. Haha, look at how stunned they look. It’s cool!”
Du Xinzhen eloquently said, “I knew at the tips of my fingers that Sister Nianwei would make it big! That day at the nightclub, her voice almost took my soul away. It sounds amazing. With today’s ambiance, it feels too good!”
Tang Muxin quietly observed as she thought, Dali’s luck is really good. A singer that he so easily took under his wing has such ability. Sister Ling Xiaoyi is so capable when it comes to managing stuff, and Li Nianwei is so capable as well. The gods must really favor Dali.
At this moment, Tang Muxin couldn’t help but blush. She stole a peek at Hong Dali. Hong Dali was nonchalantly drinking his beverage and watching the concert and teasing the Samoyed in his arms from time to time, grinning. “Squandering is a skill. Y’all wouldn’t understand.”
The Samoyed was happily snapping at her panda Chow Chow, Xiao Xiaobai.
Lang Hao, who always loved to go against Hong Dali, conceded defeat in his heart. He could not help but say, “It’s nothing extraordinary, playing such tricks. I could do that too.”
In unison, the surrounding classmates said, “Shut up!”
Thankfully, they were in the VIP room. If the crazy fans had heard Lang Han, he would have been dragged out and beaten up.
Standing in the middle of the stage, Li Nianwei no longer had the gentle shyness she had portrayed earlier in front of Hong Dali at Caiwei Entertainment. She was a queen on the stage, glowing with radiance and radiating with power and vitality. She was charming like a goddess. The stage was her life. Being admired by tens of thousands of people was her calling.
With the first song coming to an end, the applause was deafening. Countless young men and women cheered as they jumped for joy, shaking their light sticks quite hard, as though they wanted the light sticks to turn into powder.
Li Nianwei bowed slightly and said, “My name is Li Nianwei. I’m very touched that everyone could come to my concert tonight. Thank you all. You are my best friends. The next song, ‘Lightning Pursuit,’ was written by me. I hope everyone will like it.” Li Nianwei suddenly turned toward Hong Dali’s direction with tears in her eyes. She softly said, “Thank you, Young Master, for giving me this chance. Today will be the happiest day of my life.”
“Young Master? Who is this ‘Young Master’?” the audience wondered.
Sheng Wenshi knew more people from the upper classes and came to a conclusion very quickly. “Young Master? Is she referring to the superprodigal Hong Dali? Now that we finally know her name is Li Nianwei, I wonder how she is related to Hong Dali. Fiancée?”
The bearded man started mumbling to himself. “Li Nianwei. Um, not bad. From what I understand, Hong Dali is only 18 years old. I don’t think she is Hong Dali’s girlfriend. I hope not… um.”
The intense music promptly started. Sheng Wenshi threw all thoughts aside and started shouting. “This is the tune! This is the song! Quick, listen. This is the song I said is suitable as the theme song for Wind Pursuer .”
The headlights of the sports car on the stage started flashing. Forty sports cars, all in different angles, created a light show.
The audience was screaming nonstop before the song even started.
This song was completely different from the first song, “Rolling up the Beaded Curtain,” possibly even better. Li Nianwei looked like she had emerged from the thunder or lightning. The song shocked the hearts of the audience, and they were all mesmerized. There was fog coming out from behind the stage in tune with the different highs and lows of the song.
Hong Dali had not spent two million yuan on the concert for nothing.
The sound system was worth 500,000 yuan. The impressive orchestra on both sides of the stage matched the worth of Hong Dali—there was no way a real prodigal could use the accompanying tape for the concert.
On the stage, Li Nianwei’s charisma was like a 30-kilometer-per-hour hurricane. The screaming audience did not affect her voice one bit.
At this instant, a lady broke free from the security guards and jumped on stage with a bouquet of red roses.
Li Nianwei could not take the bouquet from the lady in the midst of her performance, but the lady didn’t seem to mind. She placed the red roses on the stage and gave Li Nianwei a flying kiss before leaving the stage.
One after another, those who had been in a rush to attend the concert and had not prepared flowers left their light sticks on the stage. Within a short span of time, the security officers were overwhelmed by the number of audience members rushing up the stage to present their light sticks to Li Nianwei. When the song ended, there was a sea of light sticks on the stage—assuring Hong Dali that even if the headlights of the sports cars went off, there would not be a single dark spot on the stage.
When the second song was coming to an end, the enthusiasm of the audience had reached its peak. Sheng Wenshi and his companions, who were sitting in the VIP area, kept wiping the sweat from their foreheads. Sheng Wenshi prayed with all his might, Don’t get too excited. Don’t get too excited! I want to live for another two years. Don’t be impulsive. There is sure to be a stampede if everyone rushes to the front!
During the interval, Li Nianwei looked at Hong Dali. She was tearing up from the overwhelming euphoria.
To be able to meet Young Master Hong Dali in my life, it has all been worth it.
