“I’ll sing with you.”
Cen Zhi picked up a microphone and looked at Song Tang.
She remembered that Song Tang was tone-deaf. If she let Song Tang sing alone, she would surely embarrass herself in front of Lin Yanchen.
If she sang with her, the scene wouldn’t be quite so ugly.
Song Tang could tell what Cen Zhi was thinking and smiled. “Alright, let’s sing together.”
Qin Yuwei didn’t care how many people sang. In any case, Song Tang sang terribly. Even if a nightingale came to help, it wouldn’t change anything.
She leaned back on the sofa, lifted her glass, and waited for the show.
Several people on Qin Yuwei’s side took out their phones, ready to record a video.
In the corner, Lin Yanchen was still leaning on the sofa, eyes not even lifted. He had no interest in who was singing.
The music started. After the intro ended, the lyrics began to appear one line at a time.
“Can I cover my eyes and stop feeling sad?”
“Can I take off my mask and still be cruel?”
Song Tang’s voice came through the speakers.
Clear, bright, and steady on every note.
Cen Zhi looked at Song Tang in disbelief.
Has she gone to learn vocal training in the past six months?
Every note was perfectly on pitch, and her voice was unexpectedly pleasant.
In truth, Song Tang’s voice had always been fine. She had simply been tone-deaf before, never singing in tune.
Now that she had found her pitch, she sang very well.
Cen Zhi was genuinely happy for her and placed the microphone back on the table.
Song Tang no longer needed her help.
At this point, many people in the room turned their attention toward Song Tang.
Even those who had been looking at their phones lifted their heads.
Was the original track muted?
But Song Tang accidentally coughed, confirming that she was the one singing.
Qin Yuwei’s smile froze on her face.
How could that be Song Tang’s real voice?
She clearly remembered Song Tang being tone-deaf and terrible at singing.
If she had known Song Tang could sing this well, she wouldn’t have handed her the microphone.
Not only had Song Tang not embarrassed herself, she had stolen the spotlight instead.
Qin Yuwei subconsciously looked toward Lin Yanchen.
Seeing that Lin Yanchen was still looking down at his phone and not paying attention, she felt slightly relieved.
Song Tang didn’t care about the others’ reactions and continued singing seriously.
Her voice climbed line by line, higher and steadier.
The high note arrived.
“I belong to your~ destiny~”
“Not belonging to~ my fate~”
She hit every note effortlessly, without breaking or wavering.
The room grew quieter as more people turned to look at her.
They couldn’t help but wonder how someone tone-deaf had turned into such a songbird.
Pei Qian nudged Gu Zhao’s arm and lowered his voice. “When did Song Tang change so much?”
Gu Zhao shrugged. “I don’t know either.”
After a while, the song ended.
Song Tang placed the microphone back on the table and raised an eyebrow at Qin Yuwei.
“This song really does suit me.”
Her beautiful face made the expression look especially vivid.
One of Qin Yuwei’s male friends couldn’t help but think Song Tang looked stunning at that moment.
Why hadn’t he noticed it before?
Qin Yuwei’s face turned pale with anger, but she still forced a smile. “Not bad.”
“Thanks for the compliment.” Song Tang curled her lips.
Then she took out her phone, scanned the code, and selected a song.
She chose “Qinghai-Tibet Plateau” and pinned it to the top.
She then said to Qin Yuwei, “I also found a song that suits you very well. You should sing it.”
Her voice wasn’t soft, so everyone in the room heard her clearly.
Many people turned to watch the scene unfold.
Qin Yuwei was still wondering what Song Tang had chosen when the screen automatically switched to the next track.
The familiar intro of “Qinghai-Tibet Plateau” began to play.
Pei Qian almost spat out his drink.
Anyone could tell Song Tang was doing this on purpose. She was striking back at Qin Yuwei.
At that moment, Qin Yuwei stared at the title on the screen, her face dark with anger.
Who could possibly sing this song?
Song Tang was clearly trying to humiliate her.
The intro was already ending, and the first line was about to start.
Many eyes turned toward Qin Yuwei.
Song Tang tilted her head slightly. “What’s wrong? You can’t sing it?”
“Then should I change it?”
The tone and phrasing were identical to what Qin Yuwei had said earlier.
Qin Yuwei hadn’t expected Song Tang to be this difficult to deal with.
If she changed the song now, it would be admitting defeat.
It would mean admitting she had intentionally tried to embarrass Song Tang, and she would be publicly slapped in the face.
But if she didn’t change it, how could she possibly sing this?
The intro was about to end.
Gritting her teeth, Qin Yuwei grabbed the microphone.
She would sing it.
She didn’t believe Song Tang could sing it but she couldn’t.
The music entered the first line.
“It was who brought the ancient call——”
Her voice was acceptable, barely on pitch.
But everyone knew the difficulty came later.
Qin Yuwei knew it too.
She forced herself to continue, her voice growing tighter and higher.
“I see—— layers of mountains—— layers of mountains and rivers——”
Her voice already started to tremble.
The climax arrived.
“That is—— the Qinghai-Tibe——”
Before she could finish “Plateau,” her voice cracked completely.
It shattered on the final note, turning into a harsh, broken sound.
The room fell silent for a second. Then someone couldn’t help but laugh.
Song Tang didn’t hold back either and laughed openly.
Not giving Qin Yuwei even a shred of dignity.
If someone provoked her, she would always strike back.
She never held anything in. Qin Yuwei’s face turned the color of liver as she clenched the microphone.
Song Tang stopped laughing, looked at her, and gave a thumbs-up.
“Miss Qin, that was amazing.”
Qin Yuwei was so furious she could have torn Song Tang apart.
But there was nothing she could do.
In anger, she slammed the microphone onto the table and stormed out of the room.
The door closed behind her.
Song Tang felt satisfied and poured herself a drink.
Cen Zhi looked at Song Tang with bright eyes.
She had never seen this side of Song Tang before.
And she liked it. Song Tang noticed her gaze and raised her glass.
Cen Zhi did the same, clinking glasses across the room.
Lin Yanchen finally lifted his eyes slightly toward Song Tang.
She was smiling, her eyes curved, revealing her white teeth.
She looked exactly like the Song Tang he remembered.
Not just her appearance, but her entire presence had changed, her aura, her gaze, the way she handled people and situations.
Strange!
Song Tang finished laughing and turned her head, accidentally meeting Lin Yanchen’s deep gaze.
She curved her lips and raised her glass.
“Boyfriend, have a drink?”
Lin Yanchen glanced at her, then looked away without responding.
Song Tang’s hand froze mid-air, facing his cold indifference.
Hmph, this scumbag man.
She withdrew her hand. “Fine if you don’t want to drink.”
She would drink it herself.
At that moment, Lin Yanchen suddenly stood up.
He walked around the coffee table, headed toward the door, and left the room.
Pei Qian called after him, “Where are you going?”
But Lin Yanchen was already gone without answering.
Song Tang thought for a moment, put down her glass, and stood up as well.
“I’ll step out for a bit,” she said to Cen Zhi.
Cen Zhi nodded. “Alright.”
Song Tang quickly walked to the door and followed him out.
Behind her, whispers rose inside the room.
“She followed him again…”
“Song Tang sticks to Lin Yanchen every day. When are they breaking up?”
“I heard it’s soon.”
“How soon is soon? Just thinking about Lin Yanchen being with someone like her makes me uncomfortable.”