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Sixth Brother was sitting with Sister Hong, discussing something. When Sister Hong looked up and saw Wang Chuan walking over, her eyes lit up. Then she saw the three beautiful women behind Wang Chuan.

The appearance of the three women startled Sister Hong, and there was an indescribable feeling in her eyes.

Sixth Brother noticed something was off about Sister Hong's expression and followed her gaze, where he saw Wang Chuan and the three beauties.

"Sister Hong, Brother Liu, these three are my colleagues. Please come and sit down," Wang Chuan greeted Sister Hong and Brother Liu.

The reason he introduced his three colleagues to Sister Hong and Brother Liu was because this was Sister Hong's territory. If anything happened to his three beautiful female colleagues, or if any lecherous people dared to cause trouble, he hoped that Brother Liu could lend a hand.

Sixth Brother's gaze toward the three beauties was as indifferent as ever, but Sister Hong warmly invited the three women to sit down and announced that she would treat them to dinner tonight.

Pan Jinlian perked up immediately upon seeing Hong Jie's thick Beijing accent, and the two quickly became engrossed in conversation. Zheng, the troll, toned down her tirade, occasionally interjecting with a word or two.

Wei Ping sat quietly to the side, drinking her beverage through a straw, her eyes occasionally glancing at Wang Chuan, who was busy preparing to sing not far away.

"I'd like to dedicate a song to everyone, 'Moonlit Night' by Leslie Cheung!" After finishing, Wang Chuan gently strummed the guitar, and the intro to the song began.

"Having traversed countless mountains and endured countless hardships, I finally managed to return to your side... Is the one waiting for me still sitting by the window...? It was all just an empty dream, I dare not ask whether what happened back then was real or unreal..."

When Wang Chuan strummed the guitar on stage, the three girls thought he was showing off, but when he opened his mouth, they realized that he had a trump card!

When the song started, Sister Hong stopped talking and just sat there quietly, holding her wine glass and gently swirling the red wine in it. Her eyes were a little dazed.

The three women stopped talking and stared at Wang Chuan on the stage, gently swaying their bodies to the rhythm.

Sixth Brother sat to the side, watching coldly. Hmm, three more infatuated girls!

Actually, Wang Chuan's nickname "Prince of Love Songs" had been slowly spreading in the neighborhood during this time. During this period, many bar owners from the area came to Sister Hong's place to listen to his singing and felt that he sang quite well.

Although Wang Chuan's pitch may not be as good as that of professional singers, his genuine emotions when singing and his ability to control the songs are innate and cannot be matched by technically skilled singers.

To put it simply, his songs are very evocative, always touching people's deepest emotions or the most tender parts of their hearts, making them unconsciously reveal their innermost feelings.

Even someone as cold and aloof as Sixth Brother was almost moved by Wang Chuan's singing. Of course, Sixth Brother's self-control was far beyond that of ordinary people, which is why he did not succumb.

When Wang Chuan walked over and sat down next to the three women, their mouths formed an "o" shape, and all six of them stared at him.

Seeing the three women's expressions, Sister Hong was somewhat surprised: "Don't you know he's a very good singer?"

The three women shook their heads in unison.

"Wang Chuan, you big liar! Why didn't you say so sooner! You sang so well!" Pan Jinlian was the first to attack.

Following closely behind, Zheng couldn't hold back any longer and started rambling on and on. Even Sixth Brother, who was standing next to her, thought that the girl's lips were so thin, maybe they were worn down from talking so much.

Only Wei Ping's eyes sparkled as if she had discovered a huge diamond, her eyes brimming with tears that seemed about to fall at any moment, as she stared at Wang Chuan without saying a word.

Hongjie felt an inexplicable fondness for Wei Meinu, as if they were kindred spirits. She reached out and hugged Wei Meinu, then patted her head to comfort her.

Wei Ping turned to look at Sister Xiang Hong.

"The first time I heard this guy's song, I almost cried, just like you," Sister Hong said, then chuckled mischievously in a low voice, "This guy is really wicked!"

Wang Chuan sat awkwardly to the side, but soon it was time for the second song. He went on stage and sang Danny Chan's "What I Seek in Life," followed by Priscilla Chan's "Red Tea House," Zhuang Xinyan's "Goodbye, Just a Stranger," and several other songs.

Around 9 p.m., Ms. Wei received a call from her father. Half an hour later, Mr. Wei walked into the bar and happened to hear Wang Chuan singing.

Mr. Wei was initially very unhappy, never expecting his darling daughter to go to a noisy place like a bar. But once he entered, he realized it wasn't what he expected. The people sitting there listening to music and chatting all seemed to be cultured individuals. There was no inappropriate music or people selling pills.

When Wei's father saw Wang Chuan strumming his guitar and singing on stage, he was stunned. He stood at the door and listened quietly until the song ended.

Seeing Wang Chuan approach, Wei Ping looked embarrassed and said, "Senior Brother, my dad came to pick me up. It's too late, I'll go back first."

"Well, it's past ten o'clock now, it's a bit late. I'll see you off, be careful on the road!" Wang Chuan said sincerely.

Then he turned to Pan Jinlian and asked, "Do you and Zheng Shuang want to go back? It's already past ten o'clock, and if you don't leave soon, you'll miss the No. 2 bus."

Sister Hong chuckled after hearing that.

Although Pan Jinlian didn't want to leave, her mother had already called three times, and the driver was waiting outside.

Zheng, too, was in the same boat. Although her family wasn't pressuring her to come home, it wasn't good for a young woman to stay out so late at night. The Zheng family was quite conservative.

"Alright, that's enough for today. Anyway, you can't run away. Just come and support us whenever you want to listen to music." Pan Jinlian was easygoing. She got up, thanked Sister Hong and Brother Liu, and pulled Zheng Pengzi towards the door.

Wang Chuan escorted them to the door and watched them get into their car and leave before entering the bar.

"Girl, your colleague sings quite well," Mr. Wei said as he drove.

Wei Ping didn't speak, but just nodded, her eyes somewhat dazed.

While waiting at a red light, Mr. Wei glanced at his daughter and suddenly realized that she had grown up and become increasingly unfamiliar to him; he could no longer understand her.

Sigh! Mr. Wei sighed inwardly. He and his wife had made money in business over the years, but... what about their family? Their daughter had grown up so quickly, and there seemed to be a chasm between them. No matter how hard he tried to bridge it, he couldn't get his daughter to open her heart. He suddenly felt that he owed his daughter too much!

"If you like, you can come often. I'll pick you up!" Mr. Wei said with a smile. He suddenly felt that perhaps this way could improve his relationship with his daughter.

Just as Wang Chuan went on stage to sing and Sister Hong listened quietly, Brother Liu walked out of the bar without making a sound, smoked a cigarette outside, and took out his phone to make a call.