Her ex-husband was too cold; after being reborn, she hid her pregnant belly and left her father behi

The girl had her hair tied in a ponytail, her smile radiant with youth. Holding a cake bag, her eyes lit up when she looked at Shen Xingcheng.

The fat man said longingly, "Xiaomi, you only brought one for Shen Xingchen, what about me?"

The girl named Xiaomi pretended to be disgusted and said, "Fatty, you're so fat, you shouldn't eat."

The fat man winked and said, "Am I too fat, or is Shen Xingcheng the only one in your heart?"

Xiaomi ignored the fat man and instead looked at Jiang Qianhui, asking, "And who is this lady?"

The girl named Xiaomi looked wary when she saw her standing next to Shen Xingcheng. Jiang Qianhui was all too familiar with that look; she used to look at any girl who got close to Zhan Yanxun with the same eyes.

Jiang Qianhui said gracefully, "I am Shen Xingcheng's older sister."

"Sister." Upon hearing that it wasn't his new girlfriend, Xiaomi was instantly relieved and quickly said ingratiatingly, "Sister, hello, my name is Yun Xiaomi."

Yun Xiaomi laughed happily, but then she thought about it and said somewhat unhappily, "How could you be Xingcheng's sister? He doesn't have any relatives at all."

Shen Xingcheng said irritably, "She is the owner of the restaurant where I work."

His boss, so young and beautiful, what's she doing following him? Could it be that she's trying to sexually harass him?

Yun Xiaomi looked at Jiang Qianhui with even greater wariness.

"Boss sister, what are you doing here with Shen Xingcheng? Don't think that just because you're rich and powerful you can keep a little wolf dog. Our Shen Xingcheng will never be your little wolf dog."

Jiang Qianhui almost burst out laughing. This little girl was trying hard to show off her fangs, but in her eyes, she looked just like a cat.

She seemed to see a reflection of herself in her; she realized how naive and even laughable she used to be.

Shen Xingcheng's face turned pale. "Yun Xiaomi, don't talk nonsense. If you keep talking nonsense, get out."

Yun Xiaomi retorted defiantly, "Wasn't I worried that you'd be subjected to unspoken rules?"

Does Jiang Qianhui think she's some kind of predator? How could she scare a little girl like this!

Jiang Qianhui comforted her, "Sister doesn't like eating tender grass because she doesn't like being called a cow."

Jiang Qianhui's words eased the awkward atmosphere. Xiao Mi chuckled, realizing with a glance that this wasn't a love rival, which scared her to death.

Otherwise, someone so young, beautiful, and rich would be much more difficult to deal with than the previous one.

We've started recording a song; it's a traditional Chinese style song.

Shen Xingcheng and Yun Xiaomi were recording inside, while Jiang Qianhui and Fatty were outside.

The fat man was determined to become a millionaire sound engineer, and his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

"Xiaomi, can't you sing a little better? Shen Xingcheng sings so well, you're just dragging him down, you know that?"

"This Peking Opera style is really too difficult to sing."

Yun Xiaomi is good at pop music and opera singing, which is too difficult for her.

Yun Xiaomi continued to try, but the fat man was still not satisfied, and his expression grew increasingly grim.

"Your singing style has no opera feel at all; it's completely pop music style."

This chubby guy looked kind and friendly just now, but he's quite intimidating when he starts working.

Yun Xiaomi almost cried after being scolded by her a few times.

"Xiao Mi, in traditional Chinese opera, the key is to sing high notes without thinness and low notes without weakness. When singing high notes, you need to use your breath fully, and when singing low notes, you need to control your breath. The higher the note, the more you need to use your breath, so that the sound is high but not shrill; the lower the note, the more you need to control your breath, so that the sound is not weak and silent, so that the sound is low but not muddy. By combining the two, the problems of high-pitched and low-pitched sounds will not be apparent. Let me demonstrate a line for you."

As Jiang Qianhui spoke, she couldn't help but demonstrate.

"Amidst the blooming flowers and brocade-like scenery, she sang 'Meeting an Old Friend in a Foreign Land'."

Every step and every sentence is filled with longing.

I didn't recognize any old acquaintances on stage.

He was talking about the wedding night.

Everyone congratulates the beautiful woman on marrying the talented man.

Not a single word was uttered, not a sigh escaped; the play tells of a lovelorn woman.

Jiang Qianhui's opening remarks instantly amazed the audience, captivating everyone with her awakening of the Chinese people's bloodline.

Yun Xiaomi gave up directly, realizing that this was not a level she could reach simply by wanting to learn it.

"I can't sing it, why don't you let this older sister sing it?"

Jiang Qianhui originally intended to give him some guidance, after all, she had studied the role of a leading female role for five years.

She is indeed a very outstanding person, but the person she cares about has never truly understood her.

The fat man's eyes were practically glowing green.

"Sister, is it alright if the two of you sing this song?"

Jiang Qianhui was still debating whether to agree. Yun Xiaomi also clasped her hands together and pleaded, "Sister, please help us with this. You sing so well, otherwise I could record this song until I died and still not be able to finish it. Look, Fatty is angry, he wants to eat me up."

"Okay, I'll record it."

As the recording resumed and the intro played, Zhan Yanxun's image appeared in Jiang Qianhui's mind.

I know I should let go, but why can't I erase it?

How laughable, how lamentable.

Every line is a sigh, and the play is filled with passionate love.

After the song ended, Jiang Qianhui came back to her senses. Fatty and Xiaoyun were completely absorbed in the music.

Shen Xingcheng looked at Jiang Qianhui. No one had ever collaborated with him so many times in music with such perfect harmony. Moreover, her singing voice was filled with sorrow, a kind of sorrow that struck straight to the heart, making it hard to breathe and heartbreaking.

Yun Xiaomi said excitedly, "Sister, since you sang this song, you should film the video. We can't just use your voice and then use my face in the video, which would steal all the credit. Although I really want to record the video with Shen Xingcheng, the voice isn't mine after all, and I don't want to do something like stealing someone else's credit."

"You film the video. Everyone's just doing it for fun. What's the point of taking credit or not?"

Yun Xiaomi's eyes widened in surprise as she exclaimed, "Sister, I think your song is going to be a huge hit! Are you afraid people will recognize you? Leave it to me, I'm a great makeup artist!"

This outfit was originally meant for myself, but it would look beautiful on you too. Of course, I'm still the most beautiful.

Yun Xiaomi took out a set of ancient-style dress and a tasseled mask. She thought this would create an air of mystery and allure. Using it on herself would perfectly help her conceal her identity.

Jiang Qianhui initially disagreed, but she couldn't resist the persistent pleading of several college students.

I finally agreed and accompanied them to record songs and shoot videos.

Singing does indeed lift her spirits, and seeing their youthful, smiling faces makes her feel young again.

She was only 27 years old, but those three years in her previous life felt like an eternity.

She also wanted to be happy, like Yun Xiaomi. So carefree, unaware of the pain of love.