129: Chapter 129 [Long Time No See] 129: Chapter 129 [Long Time No See] “Gah!”

Everyone present was startled and stared intently at the stage.

Wasn’t the finale supposed to be “Dark Night Group”?

How did it turn into “Masked Singer King”?

The most astonished were Chu Qingxue and Qiu Muran.

What was this “Masked Singer King”?

Where did he come from?

Jiang Qi was also dumbfounded.

Under his meticulous arrangement, did the Chu Family still have a backup plan?

“…%￥#”

A familiar yet flowing melody began to rise, gently streaming through the silence in the hotel.

The noisy sounds seemed to fade away.

“I’ve arrived in your city!”

As a magnetic and soft Cantonese singing voice rang out, everyone instinctively tensed up.

A shadowy figure gradually appeared at the entrance of the corridor, a tall and straight silhouette, with thick black hair and bangs casually spread out, but his distinct, angular face was covered with a white prism mask.

His appearance made the hearts of the audience tighten once more.

Chu Qingxue was like she’d been electrocuted, staring dully at the stage, completely stupefied.

Walking the road you once took

Imagining the days without me

How lonely you must have been

Holding the photo you gave me

The familiar street

Just for your image

We can’t return to that day

Would you suddenly appear at the corner coffee shop

…

The melody was soothing and unhurried as he strolled leisurely.

The Masked Singer King gradually moved from the corridor to the stage and ascended along the spiral staircase.

The singing voice, like divine medicine, evoked memories, resonating and irremovable.

There’s a singing voice that enters the heart with every phrase; there’s a singing voice that impregnates the ears.

…

Just to say one line

Long time no see

Like babbling brook waters at the start, and tender teardrops at the end.

With the song’s end, the familiar melody still echoed in the mind.

Everyone lingered in their own unique memories.

No one even realized the song had finished.

“A song ‘Long Time No See’ for everyone!”

The tall, dark figure on the stage bowed deeply.

“Applause…”

Then, enduring applause swept through the Hilton hotel.

This “Long Time No See” seemed to possess a magical power, causing many to shed tears, and even more submerged in the moment, unable to extricate themselves.

Although the song had ended, the melody would reverberate in their minds for days or even longer.

“Masked Singer King!

Masked Singer King…”

Someone started it, and the title “Masked Singer King” instantly overwhelmed the place.

A song is a story, and without a doubt, every listener tonight has been touched.

A song must not only reach the ears, but also penetrate the heart.

Tonight, everyone believes they have heard the most heartfelt and moving voice.

Even years from now, or decades into the future, they will remember this poignant moment.

At this moment, all the hype about Korean pop idols, the “Oppas,” and the like, has been forgotten, leaving behind only the story.

“Encore!

Encore!…”

The audience began to shout, anticipating hearing that ear-pregnant voice once more.

Some even wanted to see what face lay beneath the white prism mask, curious about who could possess the world’s most perfect voice.

“Take off the mask!

Take off the mask!…”

“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m sorry, but our masked singer will only perform one song tonight, and his identity is a secret!” the host smoothed things over.

Under the gaze of hundreds of pairs of eyes, that figure, emanating an air of vicissitudes, gradually vanished from sight, leaving an indelible impression on everyone.

Tonight, the Hilton Hotel became the media’s focal point because of the song “Long Time No See,” and a white prism mask made the headlines.

Jiang Qi was dumbfounded; the performance that salvaged the box office was too heart-stirring.

Even he was somewhat bewildered, and deep down, it even evoked a trace of story in him.

…

“Little Ye, what are you hiding here for?” Ye Chenfeng had just changed his clothes when a beautiful voice suddenly exploded in his ear, startling him.

“Yaha, how come the lovely Mrs.

Liu Fangfei is here?” Ye Chenfeng had not expected Liu Fangfei.

Liu Fangfei, swinging her slender waist and ample hips with seductive grace, cast mysterious and suggestive glances at Ye Chenfeng: “Little Ye, there’s a mysterious masked singer outside.

A single song left everyone else weeping a mess.

Why didn’t you go to see it?”

“What’s there to see in that thing?

Smoking is more thrilling!” Ye Chenfeng took another deep drag of his cigarette.

Outside, the mayor’s wife, Huang Yi, was crying a mess; even Chu Qingxue was somewhat in a trance, standing prettily, her eyes lingering where the masked singer had performed, muttering to herself, “Could I be the female lead?”

“President Chu, I didn’t expect you to have such an ace up your sleeve.

Amazing.

The mayor, his wife, and those important figures in charge of the bidding were all captivated!” Dong Zheng couldn’t help but express his admiration.

“Hmm?

Right, where’s the person?” Dong Zheng’s reminder suddenly made Chu Qingxue remember she needed to find someone.

“Ah?

Wasn’t it someone you arranged, President Chu?” Not only Dong Zheng, but Qiu Muran and Gu Jundie were also taken aback.

Chu Qingxue could not bother to explain to them; she lifted the hem of her long dress and ran straight backstage, only to see Ye Chenfeng, Liu Fangfei, Shen Yuqin, and others.

“Where is the masked singer?” Chu Qingxue couldn’t help but ask, her eyes showing an unprecedented urgency.

“There was no masked singer!” Everyone shook their heads.

“Oh!” Leaving behind a word, Chu Qingxue ran off.

Ye Chenfeng was about to say something when his phone vibrated.

He received a text message: I already know the whereabouts of Fourth Master.

Night Song Yang Club.

Ye Chenfeng came once again, but this time the security guards had learned their lesson, treating him with the deference due to a formidable entity and quickly ushering him inside.

“Boss Fang, you’re quite efficient at handling things!

Tell me, where’s the Fourth Master?” Ye Chenfeng got straight to the point.

Fang He’s face was all smiles: “Mr.

Ye, wouldn’t you like to sit down for a drink first, let me properly host you?”

“There’s no need for this, just tell me where the Fourth Master is!” Ye Chenfeng didn’t fall for his ploys.

Fang He hesitated before speaking: “Mr.

Ye, I want to ask you a question.

Why are you so eager to find out Fourth Master’s whereabouts?

What do you plan to do?”

“Kill him!” A murderous intent flickered in Ye Chenfeng’s eyes.

“Ah?” Fang He was so frightened by the response, as if he had heard the most terrifying ghost story, that he almost fell off his chair.

“Mr.

Ye… do you really intend to kill Fourth Master?” Fang He asked with a tremor in his voice.

Ye Chenfeng’s mouth curled upwards: “What?

Don’t you believe in my strength?”

“No no no… It’s not that, Mr.

Ye.

I deeply believe in your strength, but the organization behind Fourth Master is truly too powerful.

Provoking them is like courting death!” Fang He said.

“That’s my business, you don’t need to worry about it!”