Chapter 23: The Guests’ Brilliant Performance
“So what if you got dumped? It’s not like she was your wife. Think about it differently—you got free rides for three years.”
“Damn, the love guru upstairs should publish a book!”
“……”
When the performance ended, and he saw everyone immersed in the music, Si Shaozhe bowed deeply in thanks, unable to hide his smug smile.
It was Bai Yichu’s turn to perform. She changed into a white gown, the image of an ancient beauty playing the guzheng with flowing grace. A warm light shone down, making her appear ethereal and divine.
People who had casually scrolled into the livestream were instantly captivated by the scene; the stream’s popularity shot to new heights.
The number of viewers doubled, and the chat exploded with messages.
Lin Jia watched with a smile she could barely contain, harder to suppress than AK’s recoil. In this age where traffic is everything, ratings equate directly to money.
Lin Jia began instructing the production team to quickly edit this segment, maximizing its heat and the profits it could bring.
“As expected of our precious Chuchu, truly astonishing talent!”
“Oh my god, Yichu is so cool! The guzheng paired with ancient dress—crying, unparalleled elegance!”
“My grandfather listened to this guzheng piece and said it was excellent!”
“My great-grandmother rose from her grave to declare it extraordinary!”
“Upstairs, you’re exaggerating…”
……
The guzheng performance lasted just over three minutes.
Lin Yu kept his eyes on Bai Yichu on stage.
Her guzheng skills weren’t the most outstanding among the performances. What stunned everyone was her extraordinary beauty.
She wore only light makeup—a choice that usually fails to highlight one’s features on stage, and could even be seen as disrespectful, going up without proper makeup.
Yet, for Bai Yichu, it became an advantage.
She was beautiful enough that even without makeup, her looks shone. Moreover, the theme of her performance was ‘plainness’. The more natural her makeup, the more it matched the focus of her act.
Simple, quiet, and elegant.
As the guzheng piece neared its end, Lin Yu turned to the boss beside him.
“Yichu did great. You’d better not fall behind.”
Ji Ya half-threatened, half-seriously reminded him.
Amid thunderous applause, Lin Yu pretended not to hear, responding with a vague “ah.”
A joke? Bai Yichu’s performance made everyone present—including him—feel as though they’d entered a winding story.
Such a breathtaking show, and you expect me to surpass it? I’m not surnamed Yang!
Now it was the movie star’s turn. Rather than performing as expected, he opted for a clown routine.
He juggled balls on stage, tossing them back and forth, catching each one flawlessly, drawing cheers from the livestream audience.
His technique? Truly remarkable.
Xu Mengbai followed immediately after, showing off her specialty with a hot, fiery dance. Her twisting waist ignited the atmosphere, her already cool outfit paired with her dancing, the slender willow waist, the shaking that was bold and dazzling.
It was impossible to look away…
Outstanding, simply outstanding, and generous!
Ji Ya subtly pinched Lin Yu’s arm, quietly reminding him to take it easy—don’t get carried away, or a few seconds caught on camera and posted online would be humiliating.
He hadn’t debuted yet; if he got labeled as a pervert, how could he ever gain female fans or have a future?
Everyone knew, most of the popular young idols were built on female fanbases.
Though it sounded harsh, the truth was that in business, women’s money was always the easiest to earn.
Of course, if you used female fans’ money to support your wife, sooner or later you’d crash and burn in the entertainment industry.
As the saying goes: built by women, destroyed by women.
Si Shaozhe straightened his collar, glanced nonchalantly at Lin Yu, his eyes full of disdain.
He was confident this kid would have no chance to shine.
Once Lin Yu got on stage, he’d probably just stand there confused.
Besides, Si Shaozhe had the largest fanbase among the guests, wielding unmatched influence—most viewers were there because of him.
So, barring any surprises, first place was definitely his.
Si Shaozhe strode confidently onto the stage, spreading his arms like wings, giving everyone the illusion that it was his concert.
His inexplicable confidence made everyone cringe.
He really didn’t suit the cool act; his delicate features clashed with the attitude, creating a discordant image.
But he insisted, oblivious to any issues, determined to show off, flipping his bangs, lowering his voice, and speaking in a tone as if he had a tank lodged in his throat.
“Hey, man.”
Silence swept the venue.
Then, the young master launched into what he thought was a super cool rap performance.
“Yo, singer’s grand stage—if you have a dream, come join! Yo yo yo, check it out!”
“Friends on site, shout with me—imperial jade liquor!”
“How much a cup?”
……
The staff: I’ve dried out from silence.
To each their own—good luck.
The livestream chat, however, was a different story.
“Ahhh! Brother is so cool!”
“Sisters, I love him! He’s a god!!”
“This song was amazing, number one—no one can compare!”
“This performance—I love you, brother! I want to bear your children!”
“Brother is so handsome, kiss kiss kiss!”
“Compared to Lin Yu, this is real talent, right? Writing songs live—only my brother can do it!”
“Brother is awesome, so big and so cool!”
“……”
Whether intentionally or not, fired up, Si Shaozhe started shaking his hips back and forth, like a pile driver.
“Family, let’s get hyped! Friends in front, friends on the sides, friends on the mountain top! Wave your hands with me!”
“If you know the song, sing along—let’s go!”
Si Shaozhe faced the camera, grinning with big white teeth, blinking, assuming he was super cool and continued his pile-driver moves.
The other guests watched, silent—no complaints, but… could you not do that to us? Even if gray pants make things look bigger, your ‘gun’ is invisible to the naked eye!
And with such vulgar antics, aren’t you afraid the show will get banned?
Who likes this guy anyway? Are their eyes blind, or are there just no men left in the world?!
They were too exhausted to complain…
A dating show turned eighteen-plus, truly worthy of the title “Oil King”…
Everyone’s toes were curling.
Seeing the atmosphere freeze, Lin Jia shot Ji Ya a desperate look.
An heiress of the entertainment world took the stage—her presence alone was dazzling, without needing to do or say anything; she was enough to capture everyone’s attention.