Translator: Noodletown Translated Editor: Noodletown Translated
Huo Mian thought about it for a second before saying, “I still love you, just like the swaying willows and chirping cicadas, the setting sun and evening tides, unable to control themselves.”
“That’s a good one,” Gao Ran said as he clapped at what Huo Mian said.
“My little sister Mian sure is expressive… the verse she produced is very elegant,” Huo Siqian commented as he swirled the wine glass in his hand.
Before the others called on Qin Chu, he looked at Huo Mian lovingly and said, “I still love you, just like how the stars traveled light years out of darkness, without a word of complaint.”
“Woah… nice, very manly.” Both Gao Ran and Wei Liao were impressed by what Qin Chu said.
“Ni Yang, you go,” Huo Mian smiled as she looked over at Ni Yang, who said, “I still love you, just like how clouds condensate into rain, dropping onto the earth, bit by bit.”
Yingzi immediately said, “Young Madam, I will pass, I really can’t think of one.”
“Xue’er then.” Huo Mian tilted her head at Mo Xue’er.
She elegantly put down the chopsticks in her hand and stared at Huo Siqian lovingly, “I still love you, just like how flower petals fall onto the ground, without a gap in sight.”
“I still love you, just like the plots of old stories; maybe death, maybe mute, but I still cannot catch my breath,” Huo Siqian immediately replied.
Then, Wei Liao glanced at Su Yu. “Yu… it’s your turn now.”
Instead of looking at Song Yishi, Su Yu lowered his head and slowly said, “I still love you, just like a violent storm or heavy rain, soaring across the skies.”
“That’s a good one,” the others praised.
The last one to go was Song Yishi. She tilted her head at Qin Chu, sitting not far away from her, and opened her mouth to gently say, “I still love you, just like the wind that’s willing to travel eight thousand kilometers, even if it has no destination in sight.”
Her verse wasn’t bad, but the problem was that no one liked her and she was the public enemy, so Jiang Xiaowei immediately laughed upon hearing what she said…
“What are you laughing at?” Unhappy, Song Yishi looked at Jiang Xiaowei, who answered, “From a physics perspective, it takes at most 2 months for the wind to travel 8 thousand kilometers. You should’ve just said ‘I still love you, just for two months’…”
After Jiang Xiaowei finished, everyone broke out in quiet laughter, while Song Yishi’s expression changed drastically… The latter never thought that Jiang Xiaowei would humiliate, challenge, and bully her in front of everyone…
However, Song Yishi wasn’t someone who was easily trifled. “Dr. Jiang, are there misunderstandings between us?”
“Misunderstandings? Why would you say that I don’t even know you that well,” Jiang Xiaowei replied nonchalantly, immediately stuffing a metaphorical sock into Song Yishi’s mouth…
“Ahem… Xiaowei, have some more food.” Wei Liao felt that it would be awkward if his wife got into a fight with Song Yishi, so he immediately put more food on Jiang Xiaowei’s plate.
“Okay then, what do you guys think, who’s verse was the best?”
“Let’s vote, whoever gets the most votes wins,” Zhu Lingling suggested.
“I vote Qin Chu,” Gao Ran said.
“I vote Huo Mian,” Zhu Lingling said.
Then, the rest of the group all voted on their favorite verse… and in the end, Huo Mian and Qin Chu had the highest votes, and the latter even lost to his wife by one vote, since both Huo Siqian and Su Yu voted for Huo Mian…
“So… Miss Huo Mian, please perform for us.” Everyone clapped in encouragement upon hearing what Jiang Xiaowei said.
“Hey, can we not? I really don’t know what to perform, haha.”
“Honey… why don’t you sing for them?” Qin Chu laughed.
“I can’t sing… I might scare them all away,” Huo Mian was tone-death; she knew herself well, and wasn’t about to sing in front of the crowd…
“Hey, there are two grand pianos over there by the edge of the living room, Mian, why don’t you play something for us?” Ni Yang was interested in instruments and therefore suggested.
“What? Piano? I haven’t played in a while…” Huo Mian smiled embarrassedly.
“It’s okay, we won’t laugh at you, even if you played Three Blind Mice,” Gao Ran joked as he looked at Huo Mian.
“Huo Mian, why don’t you play Reminiscences de Don Juan for us? I haven’t heard it in a while,” Song Yishi smiled as she said.
“Reminiscences de Don Juan by Franz Liszt? One of the hardest piano songs in the world? Miss Song, does your mother know big of a bully you are?” Jiang Xiaowei said as she coldly glanced at Song Yishi’s face.
“But Huo Mian’s a genius… she probably knows how to play, right?” Song Yishi beamed back at her, making the hairs on Jiang Xiaowei’s body stand up in disgust.
