Chapter 81: The Boldness of a Heroine

The Magic Metropolis.

Airport Expressway.

Li Xuan had just wrapped up a commercial performance and was hurrying to the airport.

Sitting in the nanny van, she watched Zhang Qiyang’s live performance on Zebra through her phone.

As she listened to Zhang Qiyang’s impromptu rendition of “Miss Dong,” a new surge of energy awakened within her weary spirit.

Her bright eyes sparkled with admiration as she turned to Chen Ke beside her. “This Young Master Yang is amazing, turning everything he says into a song. Listen to his singing, Sister Coco, it’s so full of feeling.”

Chen Ke, accustomed to the manufactured hype in their industry, always carried a hint of skepticism.

She stroked her chubby chin and pondered, “This can’t be an impromptu creation, right? Most likely he coordinated with that female host and they’re just following a script.”

“A script? I don’t think so. Look at those two female hosts—they’re completely entranced.”

“They’re acting. You’ve been in this circle long enough to know everything is just a show.”

Li Xuan shook her head gently, insisting, “I don’t think so. There’s something truly unique about Young Master Yang.”

Chen Ke laughed. “Or maybe it’s his unique team behind him.”

Li Xuan shot her a helpless glance. “Why are you so suspicious of him?”

“I should be asking you why you trust him so much.” Chen Ke sensed Li Xuan’s attitude toward Zhang Qiyang had changed a bit too drastically of late. She gently reminded her, “You two are from different worlds, Xuan. Don’t get too close—it won’t do you any good.”

Constantly being warned like this wore on Li Xuan’s nerves, even making her quietly rebellious.

But she understood Chen Ke’s well-meaning intentions, so she didn’t argue, simply enjoying Zhang Qiyang’s music in silent endurance.

Whether or not “Miss Dong” was truly written on the spot, it was enough for Li Xuan to hear a song like this, to listen to Zhang Qiyang’s lonely yet alluring voice—she felt at peace.

A voice capable of mastering so many styles, and bringing out the full charm of each, was a rare treasure in the Chinese music scene.

Even seasoned singers who’d sung until they were sick of it would find themselves moved, resonating musically with such a performance.

When Zhang Qiyang had once said that, in terms of singing ability, he was about on par with her, Li Xuan had thought he was just flattering himself.

But as she experienced more and more of his musical charisma, she realized he’d only said that to save her face—he was the one truly elevating her.

That night, it wasn’t just Li Xuan paying attention to Zhang Qiyang’s live broadcast; countless musicians in the industry, whether intentionally or not, were keeping an eye on him as well.

After he had dropped a series of musical bombs on the Chinese music scene, the pros began to notice the increasingly dazzling light radiating from Zhang Qiyang.

While the general public, with their lingering resentment, still refused to acknowledge his extraordinary musical allure, those with true musical acumen knew exactly how shocking and extraordinary his performances were.

They were all curious—just how much untapped potential did this young heir hold?

And with each of his new performances, a fresh sense of awe would inevitably arise in their hearts.

Even the most begrudging professionals could not deny the young heir’s outstanding musical talent.

Music was already a tough business to make a living in, and now a wealthy scion had come to snatch a piece of the paltry pie, leaving many musicians frustrated.

This guy could have enjoyed an easy life as a rich second generation, but instead chose to stir up the music world—a crime against heaven and man! Yet, there was nothing they could do except admire his talent with envy and resentment.

In the live broadcast studio—

Zhang Qiyang continued to sing alone:

“…So maybe all of it is true, Miss Dong, who would tire of comforting that naïve young man…”

“…I want to be like you, ignoring everything, so come with me, Miss Dong…”

“…Let’s get wild, Miss Dong…”

From the deep beginning to the end, there was no great fluctuation of emotion.

Yet the hearts of the audience grew more restless and alive with each note.

The chat was flooded with “666” and “Awesome!” expressing their admiration for Zhang Qiyang’s “Miss Dong.”

Compared to Dong Huan’s earlier “Mr. Zhang,” the difference was clear!

[Tonight, Cannon Lord is going to sleep with Little Huan! He’s already said it—Little Huan, just go with him. — Uncle Ya]

[Don’t go with him! Don’t let him seduce you! — Fan of Huan]

[Huan, nothing more to say, just retire now. — Funeral for Love]

[Zhang Cannon is an idiot! Get the Purge Committee! — To the Ends of the Earth]

[Jiao Shuangxi, thank you for letting us hear such a moving folk song. — Old Pig Three]

As the aircraft carrier fleets paraded across the site, Dong Huan felt like she was floating.

This was, without a doubt, the best song ever written about her.

For a music lover, encountering a song like this in a lifetime was worth everything.

Her round, adorable face was full of awe, and she was left speechless.

No words could capture her feelings in that moment.

On the other side, Li Dia was green with envy, clapping hard for Zhang Qiyang and praising, “Cannon Lord, you’ve made everyone’s ears pregnant again tonight. This ‘Miss Dong’ is just too good!”

“Where is Jiao Shuangxi? Still here?” Zhang Qiyang asked toward the camera.

Of course Jiao Shuangxi was still there, but after such a resounding slap in the face, how could he show himself?

Li Dia added fuel to the fire: “Jiao Shuangxi, if you really like Huan, then hurry up and plant some grass at home!”

Zhang Qiyang burst out laughing at her antics.

Dong Huan also snuck a glance at Zhang Qiyang, smiling.

She couldn’t fathom how he could be so perceptive.

Just as he sang in his song, she truly was a wild little mare yearning for the boundless grasslands.

She might appear petite, demure, always joking and laughing as if nothing mattered, but deep down, she was a girl of intense desire—ordinary men couldn’t hope to satisfy her.

Perhaps only someone as talented and privileged as Cannon Lord could ever fulfill her appetites.

But, alas, his pasture was too vast—she couldn’t afford it.

Just one song from him was enough to make her feel content.

She wanted to toast Zhang Qiyang, to call him her teacher!

She didn’t care whether his reputation was good or bad; all she knew was that his musical talent far surpassed that of most people. To graze, even for a moment, in his vast musical pasture would be a boon beyond compare.

“Haha, no need for formal discipleship. Let’s just exchange ideas when we get the chance.” Zhang Qiyang laughed, gently declining Dong Huan’s request.

To spare her embarrassment, Li Dia quickly changed the subject, asking about the trophy giveaway.

Zhang Qiyang immediately announced tonight’s trophy rules.

Without beating around the bush, he made it clear: whoever sent the most gifts during the live broadcast tonight would take the trophy!

As soon as the rule was announced, countless fans wailed and cursed Cannon Lord for his black heart!

Others, too, cursed Zebra for its blatant cash grab—Cannon Lord was just aiding and abetting.

Old Pig Three, upon hearing the rule, was overjoyed and immediately launched a barrage of single-file carriers, warning everyone else not to compete—she was determined to win the trophy tonight!

[Old Pig Three, but I want it too! — Funeral for Love]

[Then let’s battle! Let’s see who’s got deeper pockets! — Old Pig Three]

The way Old Pig Three said it—she was as domineering as Cannon Lord himself!