Chapter 10: Zhao Ping'an's Love

As the melodious accompaniment began to play, Zhao Lan'an on stage slowly closed his eyes and sang softly with a slightly hoarse voice:

"How did I fall for you"

"I'm asking myself" "I could give up anything"

"Yet today it's hard to leave"

"You are so beautiful"

"And you are incredibly lovely"

"Oh, Cinderella"

"My Cinderella"

...

"I once endured"

"I waited so long"

"Maybe waiting for your arrival"

"Also waiting for your arrival"

As the song ended, the bar hall fell into an eerily quiet silence.

Zhao Lian'an's voice wasn't particularly melodious, but he sang with extraordinary dedication. Everyone was immersed in a poignant and desolate atmosphere, filled with a deep yearning for a beloved person, like a song, like weeping. Many people, just like him, slowly shed tears, thinking of the love that has already passed, the love that has yet to come, or perhaps the love they will never experience in their lifetime.

"Sorry for making you all laugh. "After Zhao Lian'an wiped the corner of his eye, he didn't waste any more time and slowly stepped down from the stage.

He knows she might not be able to see, but she can definitely hear.

Thus, it's enough.

Passing by a VIP table, a burly man with a scruffy beard was crying like a child. When he saw Zhao Lan'an approaching, he picked up two bottles of Budweiser, his eyes red, and handed one over.

"Old buddy, that hit hard!" 

After saying that, he immediately downed another drink. Zhao An smiled slightly and also gulped down his drink in one go.

When he returned to his seat, everyone's gaze towards him was completely different. Especially those few female classmates, who were all looking at him with eager expressions. After all, he had only sung a song and hadn't said for whom he sang it. They were not like Shen Mengyu, who could hack into the Southwest University of Science and Technology campus network in just a few seconds.

"Who would have thought you're such a romantic? "After Shen Mengyu gave him a deep look, she said with some helplessness.

A doomed relationship!

He and his sister? Is that even possible?

Even if he really is a rich second-generation heir, so what? In this world, there is something more terrifying than money, called power. Sister Qian's fate has actually been arranged long ago.

At this moment, in a quiet lounge backstage at Sakura Bar, a girl with hair like a waterfall, skin as smooth as jade, and features so delicate they seemed to be sculpted by divine hands, slightly lifted the corners of her cherry-red lips and softly said to herself, "Hmm, feeling a bit melancholic. Well... I'm on strike tonight."

She just didn't realize that this seemingly casual decision was destined to keep many otaku awake at night.

At 8 PM, the bar was ablaze with lights, and the feast of youth officially began.

As a pure and beautiful girl slowly walked onto the stage with a guitar that was completely at odds with her demeanor, the entire hall instantly erupted!

Under the thick atmosphere of hormones, a group of college students were recklessly squandering their youth. At Zhao Lian'an's table, they too had reached a high point. Everyone gathered together, especially those few female classmates who thought they were good-looking, crowding around him. No one dared to look down on him anymore.

Even Yang Haoyu, who usually doesn't get along well with him, was now shrinking back and didn't dare to look at him, not even mentioning anything related to money.

His family is indeed well-off, but that's only relative. He doesn't have the guts to squander money like Zhao Jianan. If he knew that Zhao Jianan's initial plan was actually to buy the entire Sakura Bar, he probably wouldn't be sitting here drinking calmly at this moment; he might have already been scared out of his wits.

Regarding this matter, Zhao Jianan also felt quite helpless. He had considered maximizing the benefits of the Infinite Black Gold Card, and buying the Sakura Bar was undoubtedly the best choice at that time.

Blame it on happiness coming too suddenly; many feelings were unprepared and couldn't be arranged in time.

First, the owner of Sakura Bar doesn't stay at the bar, and when he asks the waiter for the phone number, the waiter refuses to give it. Second, the POS machine at the bar has a card limit, with a maximum amount of 1 million, so he had no choice but to apply for a VIP card within a short 5-minute period, loading 1 million cash onto it, and thus becoming one of the only three supreme members of Sakura Bar.

This money is undoubtedly not cashable. Thinking that no matter what, it's all about spending, Zhao Lan'an made up his mind and had the scene of booking the entire venue just now.

Saying it doesn't hurt would be a lie. Fortunately, Zhao Anwei found a bit of comfort in the fact that after all this showboating, his reputation actually increased by 326 points. Although it's still far from the 100,000 mark, it's better than nothing.

An Ruoxi ultimately didn't show up, which was unexpected for Zhao Lian'an, because her unwavering habit was to perform at Sakura Bar every Wednesday, hmm... yes, a habit.

Zhao Lianan didn't know if it was because of his song "Cinderella," but without a doubt, no matter how hard he tried, he still received not even a hint of a response. The night was no different from the morning; his unbloomed love remained just a bud swaying precariously in the withered wind.

How to relieve worries?

Only with Du Kang.

At 2 AM, the sober Hong Jie and the reserved Yang Xiaoxiong helped the dizzy Zhao Jianan leave the bar and then got into a taxi.

At this moment, under the neon lights outside the bar, a beautiful girl wearing a white pleated skirt and a girl with long hair draped over her shoulders, wearing a cap that obscured her face, quietly watched this scene.

After a long while, waiting for the taxi to disappear at the end of the street, the girl in the slightly shorter pleated skirt sighed and said, "Aren't you really going to meet him? Based on my understanding of him from all the personal pages I hacked, tonight's behavior is not his style. For you, he really went all out. Are you really that heartless?"

The girl in the baseball cap didn't look at her; instead, she quietly gazed at the crescent moon in the sky, her dark eyes shimmering with tiny starlights. A gentle breeze passed by, lightly brushing her hair tips, making her seem as if she were about to ride the wind away.

"What's the point of the meeting? It only adds to the trouble. If that's the case, why bother meeting?"

For the woman who always carries a copy of "The Red and the Black" and a copy of "A Song of Ice and Fire" in her backpack, love and fate are indeed too extravagant. They are more like fairy tales cherished in illustrated books, quietly entering her dreams only when she sleeps.

The girl in the pleated skirt shook her head helplessly, "Sis, do you have any plans? According to the agreement, it's time to return to Beijing."

"No, I still have two months left to prepare to study in the UK."

"Two?" The pleated skirt asked in surprise: "You... you didn't agree to them, did you?"

The girl in the baseball cap quietly glanced at her and said with a faint smile, "What's the difference between agreeing or not agreeing? "This way, I still have time to do what I want to do.

"Sis!" The night was as dark as ink, and on the dimly lit street, the girl in the pleated skirt sobbed as she threw herself into the arms of the girl in the cap.