The system makes me so beautiful that I don't care about anyone else's life or death.

These words were undoubtedly a bombshell.

The live broadcast room exploded.

Wow! That's amazing! He even recognized his granddaughter-in-law on the spot.

[The Lu family is a wealthy and prestigious family with artistic backgrounds, so it's unexpected that they would take a liking to a ghost voice from the entertainment industry; it's like breaking down the fourth wall.]

The elders' affection for Guiyin was almost overflowing.

[I'm so envious! She's practically the darling of all these big shots.]

Su Ran felt a little embarrassed. She rolled her eyes and said:

"Young age, not early romance."

Eighteen is always the best excuse.

Lu Qiu was just teasing Guiyin, but if she could really become his granddaughter-in-law in the future, that would be wonderful.

The little butterfly nodded frantically behind it.

[Yes, yes, please don't let it be like Tang Shan's novels, where the little butterfly only needs one mother, the host, not eight fathers.]

Su Ran, with her sharp ears, heard this sentence.

A novel written by Tang Shan?

Eight fathers?

Tang Shan, who was watching the commotion from the sidelines, sneezed twice.

Who is thinking about her?

After Su Ran gave her Li Youli's business card yesterday, she contacted her and, through Li's introduction, got a job as a temporary erhu player in a folk music ensemble.

Following this was a series of skill tests, and she successfully gained the chief's approval, which allowed her to enter the folk music ceremony today.

You came to the right place today!

I never expected to see such a superb singing voice from Ghost Voice. No wonder he's the boss's friend!

Both of them possess a unique and outstanding charisma.

Should we go up and meet the boss's friend?

I think I'll pass. The ghostly voice seems to be something you can only admire from afar, not touch.

Why not change the gender of Ghost Voice and add it to the boss's harem?

The thought alone was so tempting that Tang Shan couldn't control himself and excitedly picked up his phone to start typing.

Lu Qiu had no choice but to give up, unaware of how many people were gritting their teeth in front of their screens because of his words.

Zhong Jue touched his nose and glanced at An Yecheng beside him.

"I'm 25 years old. In Ghost Voice's eyes, I shouldn't be considered old, right?" I felt a little disgusted.

An Yecheng gripped the water glass, his grip tightening slightly.

Su Ran is calm, reserved, and composed. She never panics in the face of adversity. Her maturity beyond her actual age makes people forget that she is only eighteen years old and has just come of age.

What are most eighteen-year-old girls like?

They might snuggle into their parents' arms and affectionately ask for living expenses, or they might call on their friends to play video games together.

Even if they are young and impetuous and cause trouble, their parents will always clean up the mess for them.

And what about Su Ran?

She had nothing but her maternal grandmother.

Everything she has now is the result of her own hard work and dedication.

He couldn't imagine what kind of situation Su Ran would have faced if she hadn't started live streaming and hadn't used her ghost voice to showcase her singing talent.

If she hadn't taken the fat-reducing pills and had gone to Qingcheng Conservatory of Music with that kind of face, what kind of looks would she have faced?

The cycle of suffering continues, and the same mistakes are repeated.

Pearls become covered in dust and sink to the bottom of the sea.

Every ending was one he didn't want to see.

"I'm starting to regret it... Why did I only send one acceptance letter back then?"

An Yecheng drank the water in his cup, which had already gone cold.

Zhou Ming, who was listening to his boss's mutterings, was speechless.

He thought to himself: I knew it! What did I say back then?

Going to a music academy to pursue art costs a fortune, and my grandmother is sick. Even if the tuition and fees are waived and I receive a subsidy, it won't help!

Boss, how did you respond to me back then?

Close your cold eyes and pretend to sleep!

Okay? Regret it now?

Wait a minute... why would the boss regret it?

Could it be that the gift the boss said he was going to give that day was for Guiyin?

Zhou Ming covered his mouth, feeling that he had discovered his boss's shocking secret—his boss actually liked a girl who was 7 years younger than him!

An old cow grazing on young grass!

A sharp gaze fixed on his face, sending a chill down Zhou Ming's spine. He slowly looked up and saw his boss staring at him menacingly.

"Do you think I'm older than Ghost Voice?" the boss asked.

"What does it matter if I'm old or not?" Zhou Ming muttered to himself, almost blurting out what he really thought.

"How many years younger is your wife than you?" An Yecheng asked, a hint of seriousness that he himself hadn't noticed creeping into his indifferent eyes.

"Uh cough cough... My wife is three years older than me."

Zhou Ming blushed. He was the one who pursued her first. Back then, his wife thought he was too young and immature, and he almost failed to win her over.

Finding no helpful advice from his assistant, An Yecheng's expression darkened further.

Zhong Jue asked curiously, "What are you talking about?"

Before Zhou Ming could answer, the phone rang. His eyes lit up and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Ghost Voice, that's rare. You finally took the initiative to call me and remembered that I'm your manager." He teased in a gentle tone.

As soon as he said that, the other two people turned to look at him.

"Mr. Zhong." Su Ran pursed her lips and looked ahead, where the only passageway was completely blocked by reporters. "I've run into a bit of trouble."

Before she could even show herself, there was a constant commotion outside, and her back was blocked, leaving her with no way out.

"The ghostly sound is right there! Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

"Ghost Voice, I'm from XX Entertainment. May I give you an interview?"

"Ghost Voice, you're dominating today's entertainment headlines again. Some say you're arrogant and disrespectful to your seniors, while others say you're full of vigor and never get old without showing off! What's your opinion on this?"

"You've been in the spotlight a lot lately. I've heard that many singers are secretly inquiring about what kind of shows you'll be participating in in order to avoid your limelight. Does Ghost Voice have any music variety shows to participate in recently?"

Numerous microphones were thrust in front of Su Ran, as if they wanted her to devour the entire topic.

Li Yu stood in front, frowning as he shouted, "Please maintain order in public places!"

Even the round, plump little butterfly was squeezed into the shape of a cookie.

[Get out of here! All of you get out of here! Host, help!]

Su Ran reached out and caught the compressed little butterfly, then tucked it into her bosom.

[Waaaaah, host, this little butterfly is so upset!]

It doesn't actually feel any pain; it just wants its host to hug it.

Seeing the little butterfly crushed like that, Su Ran felt sorry for it.

Seeing that this group of people was about to cause a stampede, Su Ran became even angrier.

He pulled Li Yu, who was nearly suffocating from being jostled in the crowd, to his chest, then gathered his strength and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Someone's been trampled to death! Scatter!"

Immediately afterwards, a team of bodyguards ran over and pulled the crowd apart one by one.