296: Chapter 285: Underestimated 296: Chapter 285: Underestimated “Get lost and save me the sight,” Song Yun cursed and returned to his seat, obviously annoyed.
Secretary Liu was stupefied as well.
When he saw that everyone was pointing and whispering about him, he had no choice but to slink away, carrying his companion with him.
“Wow, I didn’t expect to find a man with such a sense of responsibility.
Not bad at all; looks like you are more than capable of protecting me from any bullying,” Li Yueyue sized up Song Yun with a sneer.
“There’s a lot you don’t know.”
After gorging on food and drink, Li Yueyue suggested they go sing.
The group then went to Golden Splendor, said to be the biggest KTV in Sunan City, and it had the widest variety of options: dining on the first floor, baths on the second, showers on the third, billiards or slot machines on the fourth, and KTV on the fifth.
They took the elevator to the fifth floor and entered a large room led by a waiter.
After ordering some beers, beverages, and snacks, the waiter left.
“I’ll start first.
What will you sing, Sister Xiao Qing?” Li Yueyue grabbed two microphones, handed one to Xiao Qing, and together they sang “Carefree Lady.” As the MV played with hips swaying on screen, the moving mountains captivated Song Yun, and he felt a warmth in his throat.
Especially towards the end, Song Yun popped open a bottle of beer with his thumb, and the cap flew straight into Li Yueyue’s chest.
She, completely oblivious, jumped up, and the cap was deflected and flew off as if she were a soccer player chesting a ball.
“Come on, let’s drink,” Song Yun said as he chatted with Mao Shan, holding a beer in his hand.
After a round of singing, even Liu Ran sang a song by Eason Chan, “Ten Years.” Li Yueyue shoved the microphone into Song Yun’s hand and giggled, “I’m having a lot of fun tonight, so I’ll give you a break.
What do you want to sing?
I’ll pick it for you.”
“I don’t know how to sing,” Song Yun murmured.
“How is that possible?
Don’t you have any leisure activities?
Don’t tell me you’re busy peeping at girls bathing all day,” Li Yueyue rolled her eyes at Song Yun.
Song Yun shook his head and smiled bitterly, “No, all my free time is spent sleeping.
The rest of the time, I’m doing serious stuff.”
“I don’t believe it.
You’re just peeping at the girls, right?
Who hasn’t done it before?
Come on, let’s drink.” Li Yueyue grabbed a drink, clinked glasses with Song Yun, and downed it.
Just then, the prelude to Eason Chan’s “Exaggerated” began, and Song Yun hummed along with the tune in a light voice.
Cantonese is one of those languages that sounds especially nice when sung well.
Coupled with Song Yun’s magnetic yet somewhat melancholy voice, he performed the song so impressively that everyone fell silent.
Even Li Yueyue kept her mouth shut and listened intently.
Song Yun had heard this song before; it was one of the few he knew.
Now, as he sang it, it brought back memories of his tumultuous past, of fleeing for his life, of violence and fire, and of the hard times he’d endured in silence.
“Exaggerated” resonated perfectly with Song Yun’s current mood.
Each note burst forth with his cries, and the plaintive melody carried a touch of defiance and sorrow.
The four women each had different expressions in their eyes as they looked at Song Yun.
Qingluan was reminded of her own times of strife, while Li Yueyue stared intently at Song Yun, savouring the melody of the song, wondering about his past and why he sounded so sad.
She felt an urge to unravel the mystery that was Song Yun.
Liu Ran leaned on her hand, seemingly unhappy; listening to the climactic part of Song Yun’s performance, she turned her head to quietly wipe away a tear.
When the song ended with “You may wholeheartedly drink even if I’m not your cup of tea, don’t forget someone is sighing for you,” Xiao Qing found herself in tears.
She didn’t know why, but she felt that Song Yun seemed like a helpless child, walking alone in the night without friends, family, or a lover.
With just one song, Song Yun had won the favor of all four women in the room.
After finishing, Xiao Qing threw herself into Song Yun’s arms, exclaiming with admiration.
Nobody made jokes anymore; they were all delicately savoring the mood of the song that just passed.
After that song, a completely different tune started, Linkin Park’s “Numb,” an upbeat melody from beginning to end, sung in a high octave.
Li Yueyue was so impressed by Song Yun that she clung to his arm, calling him “Master” and lamenting that all her previous singing was in vain.
“Brother Liu, room 505 just got a group of clients, and there are four chicks who are unbelievably hot.
You should check them out,” a waiter, just out of Song Yun’s room, whispered to another man in a different room.
If Song Yun had seen, he would have been shocked; that was Secretary Liu who had fled away looking defeated.
After drinking a bottle of beer, Secretary Liu turned to the sullen Old Li and said, “Don’t be angry, Old Li.
Come with me to check out those chicks.
If there’s something good, you can pick first.”
Vice District Chief Li, with low spirits, lifted his head, gave an “Oh,” and followed Secretary Liu towards Song Yun’s room.
Mao Shan was inside singing “Little Horn,” playing the notes that would make the seagulls spread their wings, when suddenly there was a loud bang, and the door to the room was kicked open.
Secretary Liu, leading the way with five or six security guards, walked in.
As Vice District Chief Li followed Secretary Liu into the room, he caught sight of Li Yueyue flirting with Liu Ran and felt like the sky was falling.
Of all the chicks, why did it have to be these little witches?
Secretary Liu sneered at Song Yun and said, “The green mountains remain unchanged; the clear water flows forever.
Buddy, we meet again so soon.”
“Idiot.” Song Yun muttered under his breath, loud enough for everyone in the room to hear clearly.
“Motherfucker, look carefully, kid.
This is my turf, and I’ve got more people than you,” Secretary Liu said, trying to suppress his rage.
“Look at these beautiful ladies.
This is Secretary Liu.
He works with the Deputy Secretary of the Sunan City Party Committee.
If you go with him, you’ll be eating and drinking the best.
What do these two nobodies have?
Money?
Power?
Ladies, don’t let a moment’s confusion hold you back from a lifetime of happiness,” the little waiter came out and said to Qingluan and the others.
Secretary Liu looked approvingly at the waiter, thinking the boy was quite perceptive and could be nurtured further.
Just as he felt his image was impressive, Vice District Chief Li quietly tugged at his sleeve, motioning him to look at the women who paid him no mind.
“Ladies, come to your senses and leave the darkness for light.
You go out to have fun, so come with me.
We can go out for a drink and a spin.
It’s all about the good times,” Secretary Liu said, his face betraying his embarrassment.
Li Yueyue stood up, hands on hips.
She was about to win the game of cards, but this bastard, scary enough to frighten children, kept babbling, messing up her card game.