CHAPTER 111: 107 TIAN SANGSANG, DAYBREAK (2 IN 1)_3

"Bravo! What a fantastic performance!" A hoarse male voice suddenly emerged from the doorway, accompanied by the sound of clapping.

"Amazing! That was amazing, Tian Sangsang!"

"You moved me to tears!"

"If I had to pick the best singer, I’d choose Tian Sangsang!"

At first, the villagers forgot to applaud, but with the man at the door leading the way, they burst into enthusiastic clapping. "Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap," echoed with fervent energy and high spirits.

The deputy secretary joined in clapping, while glancing toward the doorway. His pupils instantly shrank: "Zhao Family... Young Master."

His voice was so quiet that only his assistant caught it, but it was quickly drowned out by the crowd. Yet, his assistant’s face turned pale — wasn’t this the son of their top superior?! No wonder old Zhao couldn’t find him. Turns out he was hiding in this small mountain village; no wonder it’s been impossible to locate him.

Tian Sangsang stepped down from the podium. In the pitch-black room, beams of light slowly swept across the space, eventually reaching the doorway. There, standing clearly under the focused beam, was a man leaning on a cane. His handsome face grew more vivid as the light revealed his thin figure. It was... Zhao Chun.

That rascal...

She shook her head helplessly and walked up to Meng Shuyan. She was about to pick up the little guy, but he eagerly pounced into her arms instead. His once-round, sparkling, bright almond eyes were swollen into two red peaches, puffed and glossy from crying, giving him the look of a little kitten. Clinging to her tightly, he refused to let go.

"Yanyan... don’t cry anymore, okay...?"

"Mommy," Meng Shuyan whispered softly, pointing his chubby little finger at his own eye. "I didn’t cry on purpose... It was them, the tears—they wanted to fall on their own. I couldn’t stop it... Boohoo... Mommy’s singing was too beautiful..." After finishing, he buried his furry little head into her shoulder, sobbing like a wounded fawn.

Suddenly, a cooling sensation rose from her legs. Little droplets of cold liquid drip-dripped down. Tian Sangsang lowered her head to find Little Milk Tea’s two little paws wrapped around her leg. The puppy’s head rested on her dark foot, with tears as big as beans rolling from its eyes, one after another, touching her skin like a ticklish sensation.

This stabbed her right in the heart, like an old comrade’s pain.

Then, Zhao Chun limped up to her. His two eyes were bright red and swollen, looking as pitiful as Meng Shuyan. Around them, all the villagers were crying uncontrollably, shouting for their parents. Tian Sangsang gently pat her son’s back, lost in thought. People from the 1980s truly had pure hearts.

"You really insisted on coming," Tian Sangsang said with a raised brow.

The single sentence snapped Zhao Chun out of his melancholic state.

If you insist on it. If you insist on it. If you insist on it. These words seemed to cast a spell.

He widened his eyes abruptly, his tears glistening, as he glanced toward the deputy secretary. Standing several meters away, the deputy secretary returned him a performative smile.

"Damn it," Zhao Chun muttered, looking like he was constipated, his expression even more strained than when he cried.

The deputy secretary’s assistant approached him with a respectful demeanor and said, "Master Zhao, your grandfather is looking for you. Our secretary would like to have a conversation as well."

Zhao Chun sighed deeply, his expression serious as he nodded politely. "Eight o’clock tonight, by the deserted house near the village entrance."

Tian Sangsang maintained an unperturbed appearance, but internally, she felt a bit taken aback. She had always known Zhao Chun’s identity was not simple, but who would have thought—it turned out he truly had ties with the deputy secretary.

Isn’t this the deputy secretary’s assistant? Why did he just return from talking to Tian Sangsang? He went to find Tian Sangsang? What business could he possibly have with Tian Sangsang? Why did he look for Tian Sangsang but not reach out to her or Tian Tian? Curse it, damn it—it’s always that cursed Tian Sangsang!

Zhou Zheng’s face darkened, cursing his own carelessness earlier. He had been entirely caught up in the impact of Tian Sangsang’s song, to the point that he hadn’t even noticed when she stepped down from the podium.

And it wasn’t just Zhou Zheng; everyone else seemed to have the same reaction. Only Tian Sangsang’s family and the village chief’s family had seen the deputy secretary’s assistant heading over to Zhao Chun.

When they arrived home, Zhao Chun hurried into his room, rushing to... who knows where. Meanwhile, Tian Sangsang carried Meng Shuyan to her room. The little guy was so young, prone to feeling too deeply. One song had drained all his emotions, leaving him crying until he finally wore himself out, slumping onto her shoulder and quietly falling asleep.

Tian Sangsang carefully laid him on the bed, kissed his cheek, and started toward the door. It was only when she turned back mid-motion to shut the door that her eyes suddenly widened, crimson blood vessels splintering through her gaze!