Let’s Sing Karaoke Together (A Diamond Bonus Chapter for Yiyi)

Linglan stared at the dizzying array of songs on the playlist, only to hear someone in the crowd shout, "President Mo, President Leng, why don't you two do a duet?"

Linglan froze, feeling as if she had been struck by a blunt object.

Another person chimed in, "Look, President Leng is blushing."

Amidst the playful teasing, Leng Tingyu couldn't help but lower her head. At first, she had declined because she didn't want to be too much in the spotlight, but for all these years, she had never sung a song with Mo Zhicheng. The thought of their voices blending in perfect harmony felt incredibly beautiful, and a spark of excitement flickered in her heart as she waited for Mo Zhicheng's response.

Mo Zhicheng remained silent for a long time. In the dim, chaotic light, he gazed at Linglan’s back as she stood by the karaoke console.

Hearing the persistent goading, her body stiffened slightly. The woman did not turn around; her figure seemed entirely immersed in the gloom of the corner.

Tang Pei put down the microphone. Seeing the situation, he glanced quietly at the woman. He could not see her expression, but from her slightly curled posture, he caught a glimpse of her loneliness.

Yes, in the midst of the jubilant crowd, her heart was gradually dimming, slowly ceasing to beat.

She could only stare blankly at the blue light of the screen, her fingers frozen in the air. Looking at the curve of her curled fingers, she felt as if her chest were being crushed by a heavy stone.

No, she chanted in her heart, she didn't want to hear it, she didn't want to hear it...

Thousands of voices rushed over like a sudden, fierce north wind, howling grimly. The oasis that once existed in her heart was suddenly plundered, leaving behind only desolation and bleakness.

She had once possessed the ultimate warmth he gave her, but now it felt like a roller coaster plunging from the clouds—she hadn't expected that the higher one stood, the more devastating the fall, without any regard for the consequences.

The more she had possessed, the more she feared losing.

She felt her body tremble, and behind her, she heard another voice: "Come on, President Leng, what song shall we sing?" Someone else was pushing the atmosphere to its peak.

Tang Pei withdrew his gaze; he could not walk over to her at this moment. He simply stood up and said with a smile to the crowd, "I have never even heard President Mo sing, so please don't make it difficult for him."

Tingyu also knew that Mo Zhicheng would not easily perform in front of others. She glanced at him from the side, scrutinizing the expression on his face. "How about... we sing together?" she asked, waiting for his answer.

Mo Zhicheng lowered his head and placed the gift box back into Leng Tingyu's hands, giving her a smile that seemed to say, "I appreciate the sentiment."

The next moment, he whispered, "Don't make it hard for me with a duet. If I'm to sing, I'll sing a solo."

With Mo Zhicheng having said as much, no one dared to press further. Tang Pei, however, was curious; regardless of the occasion, Mo Zhicheng never broke his rule of staying silent.

Mo Zhicheng stood up and walked toward the karaoke console. Before Linglan realized what was happening, the man had leaned over close to her.

From an outsider’s perspective, it looked like he was simply leaning in to select a song, but in the dim light, no one noticed that his sturdy frame had already circled the woman within his reach. He leaned against her ear and asked in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Are you awake?"

Linglan was startled. When she turned her head, she didn't expect him to be so close; her lips brushed against his handsome profile.

Mo Zhicheng used his body to shield her from the crowd's view. He took her hand and guided her fingers across the screen. Linglan didn't answer his question, but her brow furrowed tighter. She instinctively tried to pull her hand away from his grasp, but he stubbornly kept her fingers on the screen, writing stroke by stroke. She watched the movements, trying to discern what he was writing: *I, only, sing, for, you!*

Linglan stared at the shining screen. The four characters seemed to flicker in and out of existence before her eyes.

He held her hand and selected that timeless, classic song.

"Loving."

The elegant, gentle music swirled gracefully, seeping into the warm, stuffy air. The classic blues melody spread like ink on a stone, staining every corner of the private room.

She still did not turn around. He had already stood up and moved away from her. The man’s deep voice carried a hint of hoarseness and a touch of sexiness, as if it had been polished.

She felt as if she had returned to the terrace on the third floor of the villa. When she had tossed and turned awake, she had worn large headphones, and this haunting music had played, his charming voice piercing through to her ears. Beyond the clear glass, she had gazed out at the quiet night enveloped by an ink-black sky, the stars scattered like a brilliant river. The song had played over and over again... *Loving...*

Everyone in the room fell silent. Leng Tingyu bowed her head, looking at him, deeply moved by the beautiful melody.

"Loving...!"

A simple melody, yet it sang of feelings that were anything but simple!

His peripheral vision flickered toward the woman. She still hadn't turned around. He sang, line after line, as if he were holding her from behind while they sat on a rattan swing.

In the private room, the four of them each held their own thoughts.

Tingyu listened with a soft smile, sipping the wine in her glass. Her excitement spread through her heart like the rich aroma of the red wine.

"Wow, President Mo, encore!"

The applause was continuous. No one had expected Mo Zhicheng to sing this song so perfectly. Leng Tingyu’s spirits were high; after he finished, she immediately asked Linglan to queue up "Love... Say."

Linglan gave a faint, mocking smile. She could read a woman’s heart from this song choice. *Love is hard to express*—what a fitting title. There was no need to guess anymore; Linglan already had a good idea of Leng Tingyu’s feelings for Mo Zhicheng.

When the party ended, everyone was in high spirits. After Tang Pei made the arrangements, Mo Zhicheng instructed him to take Leng Tingyu back to the Leng family villa. Leng Tingyu waited in the parking lot. Seeing Tang Pei approach, she kept looking past him: "Where is President Mo?"

"President Mo asked me to take you home." Tang Pei unlocked the car and politely opened the door for her.

Leng Tingyu did not get in. She walked up to Tang Pei and asked, "Why didn't he take me himself?"

Tang Pei paused, looking at Leng Tingyu with a probing gaze. Then, a slight smile tugged at his lips, and he joked, "You should ask President Mo that question yourself. I am merely following his orders to take you home."

Tingyu responded with a smile and lightly patted Tang Pei on the shoulder. She leaned in closer and whispered, "What’s the deal with that Ye Linglan?"

Although Tingyu had drunk a few glasses that evening and looked slightly flushed, her tone was firm, as if she had already discovered something. This woman was truly clever; throughout the party, she had sensed something just from Mo Zhicheng’s flickering, distant gaze.

Tang Pei kept his face calm and just shrugged. "That question would also be better asked to President Mo directly."

Tingyu let out a soft breath. "It is truly his good fortune to have someone as loyal as you by his side, Brother Zhicheng."

She smiled and said nothing more, getting into the car. But before closing the door, she added, "Her family background is quite simple. It’s not easy for her to make it this far in 'Tiancheng'!"

With a soft *click*, Tingyu closed the door. Tang Pei was slightly stunned by her words.

He hadn't expected Tingyu to act so quickly; she had already set her sights on Linglan.

On the road in the Bentley, Linglan leaned against the car door, resting her forehead on her hand. She kept her eyes closed to rest, not saying a word from the moment she entered the car.

Mo Zhicheng looked at her tired face and leaned in to inspect her closely. A lock of hair had fallen, and when he reached out to tuck it back, the woman stiffened and instinctively dodged his touch. Mo Zhicheng’s hand froze in the air.

He leaned closer, wanting to embrace her, but she pushed him away with her elbow. She turned her body and averted her face, ignoring him.

She didn't know why, but she felt a profound weariness toward his touch at this moment. The scent of lilac from another woman still lingered on him, and as it reached her nostrils, she furrowed her brow in displeasure. A dull ache spread through her heart, and she felt a subconscious resistance.

Mo Zhicheng looked at her, his handsome face darkening slowly. Seeing her like this, he simply asked, "What's wrong?"

Linglan looked out the window, not even wanting to say a single word. She allowed the silence to spread through the car.

"I came to find you right after my interview," he explained, his brows knitting together. He reached out to hold her again, but she curled up tightly against the door, the look of exhaustion and aversion fully visible to him.

*Did he really come to find her?* She sneered in her heart.