You're already divorced, why are you so anxious about him becoming a succubus?

At 9 p.m. sharp, Zhang Yuan finally took to the stage amidst much anticipation.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

"Zhang Yuan! Zhang Yuan! I love you, brother!!!"

The moment he appeared, a frenzied scream that seemed to pierce the sky erupted from below the stage.

The female fans in the front row, dressed in wedding gowns, were so excited that they cried their eyes out, frantically waving their light sticks and creating a wave of cheers that was far more intense than any of the veteran singers who had performed before.

However, when Zhang Yuan's singing voice truly resonated throughout the venue through the speakers, not everyone was celebrating.

Many casual spectators who came purely to listen to music or to accompany their friends frowned.

"Holy crap, what the hell is this singing?" A boy covered one ear and couldn't help but complain to his companion, "The electronic music is blasting so loudly, and the pronunciation is so unclear! Is this how the song is supposed to be sung?"

His companion also looked at him with a complicated expression: "I don't think so. Didn't he claim to have graduated from Berklee College of Music abroad?"

The boy was completely confused: "Uh... what's Berkeley? A welding school?"

The two of them raised their voices a little too loudly, which immediately drew extremely angry glares from several female fans around them.

A pretty girl burst in like a lit powder keg, pointing her finger at the boy and yelling, "If you don't like it, get lost! Who asked you to listen? What do you bumpkins like you know about how well my brother sings?!"

"Hey, how can you talk like that?" The boy was getting angry too. "I paid real money for this ticket, and he sings like a pig being slaughtered. Can't I even say something? Are you going to sew my mouth shut so I can't say anything?"

"How dare you insult my husband! I'll kill you!" The girl was completely enraged, raising her hand to scratch the boy's face. "My husband is the best singer in the whole world!"

The boy was startled and quickly dodged to the side, rolling his eyes in utter exasperation: "Your husband? You're just sitting here draped in a tattered bedsheet. Who do you think you are on stage?"

Seeing that the girl was acting like she was possessed and about to fight to the death, her companion quickly pulled the boy away, saying, "Alright, alright, let's go, let's go outside and buy some barbecue and drinks. Anyway, there aren't any serious singers performing today. We can come back to see Xue Zhiqian tomorrow."

Surrounded by enthusiastic fans, the two boys didn't want to get entangled any longer and simply pushed their way through the crowd.

Watching the two flee in disarray, the fairy seemed to have won a great victory in upholding justice, proudly raising her chin.

She excitedly raised her phone, wanting to record a stunning video of herself and her "husband" on stage together to post on her WeChat Moments.

Then the camera panned, and her huge face took up ninety percent of the screen…

……

Zhang Yuan arranged a total of eight songs, singing and dancing, and also interacting with the audience in the middle of the performance.

By the time the last song ended, it was already 10 p.m.

"Thank you everyone! I love you all!" Zhang Yuan blew a kiss to the audience.

The atmosphere in the audience remained extremely enthusiastic, with screams rising and falling, deafeningly loud.

As Zhang Yuan was about to bow and leave the stage, the fans in the front row went completely wild, pleading with him, "Don't go, my love! Sing one more song!"

"Brother! Don't go! I love you so much!"

In the lingering fervor of this cult-like gathering.

Lu Ci was standing in the shadows behind the side of the stage.

He peeked out and glanced at the dense crowd of fans below the stage, a hint of nervousness inevitably flashing in his eyes.

After all, this was his first time facing a massive scene with tens of thousands of people.

This overwhelming sense of oppression is something that a small bar with a few hundred people can never match.

Standing next to him, Xiao Wei was so nervous that she didn't even dare to breathe.

She clutched the hem of her dress with both hands, taking deep breaths. "Boss Lu... why do I seem more nervous than you right now?"

Seeing her looking so tense, Lu Ci took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the tension in his heart.

Lu Ci smiled slightly and patted Xiao Wei's shoulder: "Stand down there and wait for my triumphant return!"

Only then did a staff member from the organizers step forward, hand him the wireless microphone and in-ear monitor, and coldly gesture for him to go on stage.

Lu Ci took the microphone, put on the in-ear monitor, and walked into the blinding spotlight without hesitation.

……

The tens of thousands of audience members below the stage were still immersed in the afterglow of Zhang Yuan's performance when they suddenly saw a completely unfamiliar face walk out under the spotlight, and a murmur broke out in the audience.

"Huh? Who is this? I've never seen him before, and I've never heard of him before?"

"The announcement on the big screen just said his name was Lu Ci. I just searched for him on a short video platform, and he seems to be a local internet celebrity singer from Jiangcheng. I guess the organizers just put him in there to make up the numbers."

"He's quite handsome, and looks more manly than our brother, but... what right does he, a nobody with only 300,000 followers, have to go on stage after our brother? Does he even deserve it?!"

"Who said he's handsome? He's nowhere near as good-looking as our brother! Hurry up and go downstairs, we want to see our brother!"

But Lu Ci stood in the center of the stage, seemingly oblivious to the noise.

He stood tall and bowed calmly to the tens of thousands of spectators below.

Then, he turned around, nodded to the band members behind him, raised the microphone, and his voice echoed throughout the venue:

"Beauty and a Beat"

Upon hearing this, the audience below, who had been chattering away, were all stunned.

"What song is this? I've never heard of it before. Did he write an original song himself?"

"Original my foot! It's a classic Justin Bieber hit! It's one of those songs you might not recognize the title from, but you've definitely heard it the moment the intro starts!"

"Holy crap, this guy isn't very famous, but he's got big ambitions! He dares to sing Bieber's songs."

Just as the audience was waiting to see a joke, a highly rhythmic electronic music intro rang out in the night sky.

……

On a dimly lit open space to the side of the stage.

Shen Man had already arrived here without anyone noticing. She lowered the brim of her hat, her gaze fixed on the radiant man on the stage.

Zhang Yuan, who had just finished his performance, walked off the stage surrounded by a large group of assistants.

As he wiped the sweat from his brow with a towel, he spotted Shen Man standing by the passageway.

Zhang Yuan's eyes lit up instantly.

He shook off his assistant, fixed his hair, and strode over with confidence.

The fans in the audience were so enthusiastic and impressive just now; they must have left a very good impression on this aloof female CEO!

"President Shen," Zhang Yuan said, walking up to Shen Man, "what did you think of my performance on stage just now?"

Shen Man didn't even notice that there was another person next to her.

Hearing someone speaking beside her, Shen Man suddenly came back to her senses.

When she turned her head and saw Zhang Yuan's face approaching, the starlight in her eyes instantly died down, and she reverted to her aloof and unapproachable demeanor.

She glanced at Zhang Yuan indifferently: "Sorry, I just arrived, I didn't hear you."

Zhang Yuan: ? ? ?

Just when Zhang Yuan was having an existential crisis.

A man dressed in all black, sweating profusely, rushed over. In his arms, he conspicuously held a large bouquet of vibrant red roses.

"Mr. Shen!" The driver rushed up, panting. "The flowers you...you asked me to order at the last minute, I've brought them over!"

Shen Man had called the driver to order this bouquet while she was resting in the tent.

The image of her younger sister Shen Nian holding a bouquet of flowers that she had just seen kept replaying in her mind.

She suddenly recalled that during their past marriage, Lu Ci would always find ways to send her all sorts of beautiful flowers on anniversaries or holidays.

But now, looking back, Lu Ci himself seems to have never received a single bouquet of flowers.

She wanted to make up for the romance she owed him over the past three years, little by little.

At the same time, he didn't want to lose to his younger sister.

Standing to the side, Zhang Yuan looked at the bouquet of vibrant red roses, and his heart skipped a beat.

In the past, after his performances, many wealthy female fans would wait for him backstage, giving him flowers and gifts.

He would usually accept the gifts with a smile and then immediately hand them over to his assistant to handle.

Now, seeing the roses that the icy female CEO had specially sent, Zhang Yuan's displeasure at being ignored vanished instantly!

He knew it! He was playing hard to get!

That woman was definitely playing hard to get! She must have bought those flowers as a gift for him!

Zhang Yuan confidently raised a smile and naturally lifted his hand, ready to receive the bouquet of red roses.

However, the next second.

Shen Man simply ignored his outstretched hand.

She reached out her hands and personally took the heavy bouquet of red roses from the driver.

Shen Man held the roses tightly to her chest, not glancing at Zhang Yuan once. Instead, like a young girl experiencing her first love, she stared blankly and gazed affectionately at the stage.

Zhang Yuan awkwardly withdrew his hand and followed Shen Man's infatuated gaze.

Just then, Lu Ci's voice came from the speakers.

Beauty and a Beat.

Watching Shen Man holding flowers and gazing at Lu Ci's back as if she were a lovesick fool.

Zhang Yuan felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

This...this can't possibly be a gift for that internet celebrity, can it?!