Volume 1: Whose Family Has a Young Man Growing Up! Chapter 118: Treating a Dead Horse as if it were Alive!

  "Can you tell me more about it?" Tang Chong asked urgently. He had always wanted to know the details of what happened that year.

  He asked the master of the house, but the master of the house remained tight-lipped. He searched online, but there was no news about this on the internet. Not even the name of the big-bearded man could be found.

  "I've already said it in great detail." Jiang Keqing picked up her cup and took a sip of water, saying: "A person did something they absolutely shouldn't have done, and then got punished. It's that simple. If you want to hear the story's secret version, go ask her about it. Maybe she'll be unable to resist telling you. As your mother, she loves you more than I do as your aunt."

  Tang Chong shook his head.

  He just wants to know more about the bearded man's situation. Other than that, he doesn't care much.

  I don't know if Jiang Keqing had eaten at this small shop before or if she just happened to hit it off, but the braised pork feet in this family's dish are very well done. They chose lean pork feet, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a lot of texture when chewed, leaving a fragrant aftertaste.

  Tang Zhong buried his head and ate quickly, soon finishing the large plate of braised pork rice.

  Jiang Keqing ate half a bowl of rice and a few bites of green vegetables before putting down her chopsticks, sitting there with great interest to size up Tang Chong sitting across from her, her long eyelashes blinking.

  When she saw Tang Zhong put down his chopsticks, she took out a paper towel from her bag and handed it over.

  "Want another serving?" Jiang Keqing asked.

  "I'm full," said Tang Chong.

  "You're just like your dad," said Jiang Keqing.

  "Because he's my dad." Tong Chong took over the tissue and wiped his mouth.

  "Yes." Jiang Keqing's face was filled with nostalgia. She also took out a bank card from her pocket and handed it over, saying: "I know you might not accept it, but this is Auntie's little token of affection..."

  Tang Zhong pushed back his chair and stood up, saying: "Thank you for treating me to the braised pork rice. It's really good."

  After he finished speaking, he turned around and left.

  "You know my number. I'll be staying in Mingzhu for the next few days, so feel free to give me a call if you're being bullied or get bored at night."

  "I'm busy," T'ang Chien said.

  Jiang Keqing blinked her eyes and smiled, seeing the boss of the pork foot store staring at her in a daze. She beckoned him over and said in a sweet voice: "Boss, it's time to settle the bill."

  "Never mind. Just consider it as me treating you." The boss couldn't bear to take money from such a beautiful woman. How tacky. Unbearably tacky.

  Jiang Keqing pulled out a 100-yuan bill from her purse and threw it on the table, saying: "We're not familiar with each other."

  Saw the boss take the money and stood there looking at her, saying: "Looking for money."

  "Oh oh ----" The boss hurriedly ran over to look for change.

  Taking the change, Jiang Keqing walked out of the small store and opened the door of the Land Rover, getting into the driver's seat. Before she could even start the car, her phone in her bag rang.

  She glanced at the caller ID and pressed the answer button, smiling and saying: "Your message is really quick. You knew so soon."

  "Have you seen him?" came a calm woman's voice from the receiver.

  "I've seen him. I just treated him to a plate of braised pork rice. I paid the bill myself, twenty bucks. That kid has no manners at all. He ate and then left without even offering to pay, not even a fake offer to make me feel better."

  A moment of silence in the receiver.

  "Alright, I know you're suffering." Jiang Keqing sighed. "I was thinking of taking him out for a big meal and some red wine, and then finding some pretty girls to keep him company - you feel guilty towards him and want to make it up to him. This cheap aunt is the same. It's just that he rejected me. What can I do? Instead of going to drink coffee that nobody likes, wouldn't it be better to have a bowl of braised pork feet rice?"

  "You shouldn't have come," the woman said.

  "You told me that, but you couldn't help running over here yourself?" Jiang Keqing pulled the rearview mirror towards her and started admiring her own beautiful, bubbly face. "You can't come, nor can anyone else. I'm an outsider in my family, and I usually do things in a crazy way. If I came over, wouldn't that stimulate their sensitive and fragile hearts?"

  "Come back," the woman said.

  "Alright, I'll go back now." Jiang Keqing smiled with a hint of mischief and said, "He has something to tell you through me."

  "Really?" the woman exclaimed.

  "Fake."

  "Good sister, don't be sad. I can see that he doesn't love you, nor does he hate you." Jiang Keqing pouted in front of the mirror, showing off her sexy red lips, and smiled as she said: "He just wants to ignore us. Since that's the case, let's not let him ignore us then. For men, having milk is like having a mother. Do you still have milk now?"

  If I had known earlier that the Butterfly Combo still had a concert, Tang Chong would not have agreed to join no matter what ---- unless Big Beard cried and made a scene saying "you go or I'll die".

  Concert? Can he make it?

  Yes, he replaced Tong Xin to participate in an endorsement activity, shot a commercial, and led the dance at Mingzhu TV's Centennial Gala ----- But all of these were limited to their own stage.

  At that time, he didn't even need to speak.

  Endorsement activities can be handled by Lin Huiyin and Zhang Heben. Shooting commercials can use the excuse of having a sore throat. TV evening parties can be lip-synced ----- but can concerts also be lip-synced?

  Can lip sync.

  But you can't play tapes all night, can you?

  Besides, I'm the leader of the Butterfly group. Can't say a word throughout the whole concert?

  If you really did that, I'm afraid it would attract more attention from others.

  "Can't we postpone it? Or delay?" Looking at Bai Su's expectant expression, Tang Chong couldn't help but want to bang his head against the wall. "The previous ones were just lucky breaks. I really can't guarantee that I won't make a mistake on stage. Since there's a possibility of making a mistake and being exposed, why don't we postpone this concert first? Where's Tang Xin? Is she almost back?"

  "Tang Xin won't be back for the time being." At the mention of Tang Xin, Bai Su's face didn't look too good and her mood became much heavier. "The concert can't be cancelled either. If it is cancelled, it would be a devastating blow to you who have managed to get this far today - perhaps you don't understand the significance of these few concerts."

  "Butterfly group has released two albums, with good sales and a few songs that have been popular for a while. However, this is the first time Butterfly Group will be holding a concert. It's also a test by the company to see how well Butterfly Group can do. If fans are willing to buy your album, then would they be willing to attend your concert?"

  "If we postpone or cancel the concert, what will outsiders and the media speculate about us? Will they say that we lack confidence? That our concert tickets are not selling well? That the company is worried about losing money so they decided to cancel the concert... Never underestimate the media's imagination. They will write something even more unbearable than what I just said."

  "Moreover, the concert adopted online ticketing method and Huan Yu Culture Company has already sold more than half of the tickets through the internet. The remaining tickets will be sold at the ticket counter before the concert starts----Tang Chong, we can't explain to those fans who have bought the tickets."

  "That's right." Zhang Heben finally shifted his gaze from the computer screen and said, "A while back, the Ballad King Zhang Xin Zhe had a concert in Guiren, but just because he was late on stage, his fans rioted. If we cancel the concert, wouldn't we be scolded to death?"

  She smiled and looked at Tang Chong, saying: "I believe you can do it. Look at Li Yuguang, singing 'Farewell My Concubine' is more feminine than a woman. You try pinching your throat too."

  Tang Chong knew that this girl was afraid of nothing but chaos. She had been waiting for an opportunity to see herself make a fool of herself.

  She is now thinking of how to get herself on stage, as for what to do after getting on stage ---- she wouldn't consider such a long-term thing.

  Akane sat on one side with a frown, thinking deeply, and suddenly asked: "Have any of you heard Tong Chong sing?"

  Everyone looks at me, I look at you, all shaking their heads.

  No one has ever heard Tang Zhong sing a song, including Bai Su.

  Because Bai Su found Tang Chong before, she just wanted to 'borrow' his face that was almost identical to Tang Xin's. She didn't think that Tang Chong could completely replace Tang Xin, nor did she think that a man's voice could become a woman's voice.

  So before taking Táng Zhòng out every time, Bái Sù would repeatedly remind him: don't speak.

  "Ah Ken, what do you mean?" Bai Su looked at Ah Ken and asked. "You don't think that Tang Chong and Tang Xin's voices are completely the same, do you? You've also heard Tang Chong speak normally, although it's quite gentle - but that's still a man's voice."

  "Susu, I also know that Tang Chong is a man, his speaking voice is a man's voice -" Ah Ken said with a wave of his hand. "So I asked you if you've ever heard Tang Chong sing. You know, singing has the power to shape and imitate. Some people have a very thick and rough speaking voice, but when they sing, their voice becomes very sharp and clear. Some people have a very sharp and clear voice, but can still perform Jacky Cheung's songs very well - aren't there many examples of this in our circle? Let's not even mention those classical singing methods. Wu Qingfeng, the lead singer of Sodagreen, if you only listen to his voice, would you say he's a man or a woman?"

  Bai Su smiled wryly and said: "Ah Ken, you're treating a dead horse as if it were alive... but since you say so, let Tang Zhong sing one more song."

  Bai Su turned around and looked at Tang Chong, saying: "Tang Chong, do you usually sing?"

  "Sing." Tang nodded his head. "But it's all nonsense."

  "Whose songs do you usually sing?"

  "Liu Dehua, Zhang Xueyou, Chen Yixun... and many more. I listen to everyone's songs. I'm not picky."

  "Female singer?" asked Bai Su. "Which female singer's songs do you like listening to?"

  "Liang Jingru," Tang Chong said.

  "Good." Bai Su nodded. "Then sing a song by Fish Leong, 'Courage'. You can sing this one, right?"

  "Right." Tang nodded heavily. "It's just that you sing badly."

  Zhang He burst out laughing and said: "We didn't think you could sing so well."

  Thanks to Ni Ma, Tang Seng brother, Wu Ju Q brother and the pretty girl with rosy cheeks for their rewards.