The quiet dressing room was filled with a palpable tension.
Her breath brushed lightly against his face, sending a tingling sensation coursing through him.
Her crimson lips, soft as petals, grazed his skin with a fleeting coolness and a tenderness beyond words.
A blend of high-end perfu and her own intoxicating scent filled Tang Song’s senses, accelerating his heartbeat and sparking an undeniable rush of adrenaline.
With skin like snow and jade-like bones, Su Yu, hailed as the unrivaled beauty of the entertainnt industry and the most stunning face across Asia-Pacific, seed flawless in both figure and appearance.
Coupled with her status, fa, and an aura that exuded elegance, her allure was utterly magnetic.
This close proximity, her affectionate gestures brimming with warmth and kindness, would be enough to overwhelm anyone.
Tang Song slowly closed his eyes, as though the entire world had faded away, leaving only her warmth and presence.
After a long mont, Su Yu bit down gently on his lips with her pearly teeth before releasing the embrace around his neck.
Lowering her head, she tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and reached for a silk handkerchief. With a delicate touch, she wiped away Tang Song’s tears, then tended to her own.
“I missed you, Tang Song. I missed you so much that I ca to Yan City,” she said softly, her gaze a mixture of emotions. “I didn’t want to disrupt your plans, but I just couldn’t help myself.”
Tang Song exhaled deeply, his hand tightening slightly around her waist. “I missed you too.”
Tears welled up in Su Yu’s eyes again, shimring with tenderness.
He wore his old black-rimd glasses, giving him a gentle, refreshing look like a cool breeze on a sumr’s day.
This version of Tang Song, warm and genuine, replaced the distant and enigmatic persona of the past.
Biting her lip, she placed her hand on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
Only now did she truly believe his feelings.
Her long-held dream had finally co true, and an overwhelming surge of joy and satisfaction washed over her, leaving her soul trembling.
“I believe you, Tang Song,” she whispered, tears streaming down her face once more.
Tang Song took the silk handkerchief and gently wiped her tears away. “Don’t cry. The concert isn’t over yet.”
Su Yu quickly held back her tears, taking a few deep breaths to regain her composure.
Her ability to control her emotions was usually impeccable, but in front of Tang Song, it often faltered.
“How long will you stay with this ti?” she asked, her voice filled with hope.
Tang Song hesitated for a mont before replying sincerely, “Until your concert ends. Su Yu, I have my own considerations, and I hope you can understand.”
“I’ll listen to you. You’re always right,” Su Yu said, her snowy white chest rising and falling with emotion.
Despite her reluctance, she was deeply content.
This ti, he didn’t disappear without a word, didn’t resort to coldness, nor did he keep her at arm’s length.
Instead, he expressed his feelings openly and honestly. For her, that was enough.
All she had ever wanted was a little more of his attention and care.
Tang Song spoke softly, “For the upcoming performance of Dream Echo, I’ll be on stage playing the guitar for you.”
“Guitar?” Su Yu’s plump red lips parted in surprise, her expression incredulous. “You…”
“Mm,” Tang Song nodded. “Give it your best, my superstar. Show them what you’ve got.”
As he spoke, he couldn’t resist leaning into her slender, fair neck, planting a gentle kiss.
The intoxicating fragrance of her skin and the soft texture left him utterly srized.
This woman, whom he had recruited and nurtured in the ga, seed to have won life’s genetic lottery, with a near-perfect figure and features.
Petite yet perfectly proportioned, she had all the right curves, with a full chest, a shapely waist, and long legs.
Even though guilt lingered in his heart, Tang Song couldn’t help but let his thoughts wander when he was with her.
The words “my superstar” made Su Yu’s pearly white teeth graze her crimson lips, and a rosy blush crept over her delicate earlobes.
Her gaze, full of admiration and affection, lingered on Tang Song.
“I won’t let you down,” she promised, her voice resolute.
...
Concert Scene
“Why hasn’t Su Yu co out yet?”
“Even though I love the guest perforrs, they’ve already sung four songs.”
“Maybe she’s preparing a surprise for the fans. Don’t worry, Su Yu has a great reputation—she’ll definitely finish her setlist.”
Wen Ruan held up her cara, snapping photos occasionally.
Su Yu’s 2023 concert was undoubtedly the hottest event at the mont.
The dia outlets Wen Ruan worked with loved this kind of content. For her, the concert was a perfect blend of fangirling, music appreciation, and profitable docuntation—a thoroughly enjoyable experience.
She wasn’t as impatient as the other fans around her.
Beside her, Hu Mingli lowered her glow stick and asked, “Zhuangzhuang, have you finalized your travel dates? When will you be back?”
“I’ll be away for at least 10 days, so probably back early next month,” Wen Ruan replied.
Guangying dia was handling a high-profile client—a leading dostic tech company with an annual advertising budget of at least 50 million yuan.
Although she had decided to switch jobs, Wen Ruan had fond feelings for Guangying dia and wanted to finish her current responsibilities with care.
Hu Mingli blinked and asked, “Oh, Zhuangzhuang, have you confird the hotel yet? With such an important client, I bet it’s going to be a fancy place.”
“Yeah, we’re staying at the Lavande Hotel near Gongti. It’s a solid 3–4 star hotel, with great location and environnt.”
Hu Mingli exchanged a glance with Zhang Ziqi and quietly pulled out her phone.
What could they do? President Tang’s offer was simply too enticing!
Just then, the music in the venue stopped, and the lights began to shift.
The massive LED screen displayed a soft green glow, transitioning into a dreamy animation where Su Yu’s figure appeared intermittently.
“Whoa~~!” A thunderous cheer echoed through the venue. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the novelꞁire
“Su Yu is coming back on stage!”
Hu Mingli and Zhang Ziqi quickly pocketed their phones, their gazes burning as they fixed on the stage.
The screen gradually dimd.
Then, one by one, luminous stars lit up, so suspended high above, others streaking across like teors.
Soft green lights gathered from all directions.
The interplay of colors and shadows turned the stage into a surreal dreamscape—hazy yet captivating.
From the darkness, a graceful silhouette erged.
The gemstones adorning her gown sparkled like stars, making her look like a celestial maiden stepping out of a dream.
The breathtaking set design stunned the audience into a brief, awestruck silence, followed by an even louder wave of cheers.
In the front row, Cheng Qiuqiu fumbled for her phone, frantically pressing the shutter.
She had a feeling this performance would go down as one of Su Yu’s most iconic monts.
A delicate piano lody floated through the air, ethereal and slightly lancholic.
Soon, the faint strumming of a guitar joined in, reminiscent of whispers carried by the wind through an ancient forest.
A tranquil yet wistful atmosphere began to envelop the venue, as if heralding the unveiling of a long-buried story.
The cheers around them subsided as curious expressions spread across the audience.
Cheng Qiuqiu gasped, her mouth agape. “This… Is this an unreleased song? No way!”
Most of the audience were Su Yu’s fans, intimately familiar with her entire discography, each song a veritable classic.
Yet, Cheng Qiuqiu was certain she had never heard this lody before.
“A new song?” Gao ngting perked up, excitent lighting up her face.
A soft green spotlight road the venue before settling center stage, fully illuminating Su Yu.
She wore a dazzling floor-length gown that shimred like the aurora, its hemline swaying gracefully with her movents.
The silky fabric hugged her elegant figure, its off-shoulder design perfectly showcasing her rounded shoulders and delicate collarbones.
Her skin, as smooth and radiant as white jade, glowed softly under the lights.
A warm, gentle smile graced her face, like the sun on a winter’s day, dispelling the cold and illuminating the night.
Cheng Qiuqiu and the audience stared in awe.
This wasn’t the Su Yu they had seen in photos or videos—this was a celestial beauty, breathtaking beyond words.
「♪ BGM: As the wind brushes through the night’s curtain, tender moonlight weaves a gossar dream...」
The ethereal lody flowed with Su Yu’s soft voice. The misty lighting effects shimred, and the audience fell silent as though spellbound.
The dreamlike scene and her captivating voice seed to capture their very souls.
「♪ BGM: A distant yearning echoes softly... A flower blooms alone in the night, carrying unspoken words of love...」
Su Yu moved across the stage, seamlessly weaving through the shifting lights and shadows.
The music’s rhythm grew more intense, brimming with energy.
Facing the direction of the backing band, Su Yu’s voice surged with raw emotion.
「♪ BGM: For he is the one who fills my days and nights with longing...」
On stage, beneath the starlight, Su Yu swayed gently, her eyes glistening with tears.
In that mont, she was the epito of beauty and poignancy, touching hearts to their core.
Tang Song, standing with his guitar, t her gaze. His fingers plucked the strings casually, his voice softly harmonizing with hers, as if responding to the waves of emotions in her heart.
It was as though he had stepped into her dream to soothe her sorrow.
The guitar’s notes sparkled like falling stars, bright yet lancholic, resonating in the quiet night and tugging at heartstrings.
Drumbeats joined in at just the right monts, creating ripples like stones cast into a still lake.
The main lody, beautiful and tinged with sorrow, transitioned between airy murmurs, like a confession under the Milky Way, and grounded steps along a leaf-strewn path.
Unknowingly, Cheng Qiuqiu found her face wet with tears.
In Su Yu’s voice, she felt transported through ti, experiencing the bittersweet echoes of deep emotions and unspoken regrets.
She, along with the rest of the audience, swayed their glow sticks gently to the rhythm.
...
The dreamy, colorful lights flickered across the stage, their green hues occasionally illuminating the band mbers, casting shifting patterns on their figures.
Faint and fleeting.
In the audience, Lin Muxue stared blankly at the stage, her eyes fixed on the band. Her expression was one of complete disbelief, and a thin layer of sweat glistened on her forehead.
Tang Song… Tang Song...
The mont Su Yu approached the band, the guitarist wearing a baseball cap finally lifted his head.
He was dressed in a white shirt and jeans, his face adorned with a familiar pair of black-rimd glasses.
Tang Song’s figure was etched deep in her mory, a man so effortlessly charismatic that no matter where he was, he stood out like a firefly in the dark—so distinct, so captivating.
Even with just a glance at the outline of his form, she was sure—this was undoubtedly Tang Song.
Su Yu! Miss Su?!
“Aaaaaah!” Lin Muxue scread for the first ti, her voice blending into the crowd’s excited atmosphere as her body trembled slightly.
Su Yu… is Tang Song’s woman?!
Slover Trust, Mo Xiangwan, Tang Zong Entertainnt… Tang Zong... President Tang…
Scenes from the past flashed through her mind in quick succession.
Tang Song… Could he possibly be connected to Tang Zong Entertainnt?
This is insane! The world has gone mad!
Fake? It has to be fake, right?!
This is beyond unfair!
Of all people, my rival for Tang Song turns out to be Su Yu?
If this is real, then I wouldn’t even qualify to be the other woman!
“Aaaaaah!” Lin Muxue burst into tears, her emotions just as intense as Cheng Qiuqiu’s earlier.
Her gaze locked onto the elegant, ethereal Su Yu on stage, and she felt a bitter pang of inadequacy.
So this is the end of the great Muxue Empire.
A twinge of foreboding swept over her, and it felt as if her aura had turned red with despair.
Beside her, Xu Qing and Shen Yuyan exchanged glances, their curiosity burning like wildfire.
This gorgeous woman in the crowd—so stylish, so poised—had unexpectedly revealed such a vulnerable, sentintal side.
It seed she had her share of complicated, dramatic love stories too.
...
“Oh my god! Su Yu debuted a new song at her Yan City concert. Tomorrow’s headlines are guaranteed! And we were here to witness it!”
“Zhuangzhuang! Zhuangzhuang! Why are you spacing out?!”
“N-Nothing.” Wen Ruan’s eyelid twitched as her gaze returned to the band.
Her thoughts were running wild. One of the guitarists wearing a cap bore an uncanny resemblance to Tang Song.
But how could Tang Song possibly be in the band?
If that were true, wouldn’t it an he knew Su Yu?
How could that even be possible?
Sitting in Section A, Wen Ruan was too far from the stage to see clearly.
Yet, the man’s outfit—a white shirt and jeans—triggered a strong mory.
It was a sweltering June noon.
Tang Song stepped out of a BMW 330i, dressed just like that, radiating youthful vigor and effortless charm.
He stood there like a cool sumr breeze, chasing away her inner restlessness and irritation.
And then, in his spacious apartnt, she had leaned down and kissed him for the first ti.
The mory lingered vividly in her mind, replaying like an indelible dream.
Shaking her head, Wen Ruan pushed the chaotic thoughts aside, imrsing herself back in the music. She was so captivated she forgot to take photos.
...
On stage, Tang Song was fully imrsed in the music, his clear and magnetic voice harmonizing softly.
His long, deft fingers strumd the guitar strings, producing rhythmic and entrancing lodies.
Together with Su Yu, they drove the concert to its grand crescendo.
As the song approached its end, Su Yu’s voice beca increasingly ethereal.
She turned, her back to the audience, tears glistening in her eyes as she flashed Tang Song a radiant smile.
Then, with a casual motion, she picked up a sleek bass guitar.
The stage lights dimd except for a single spotlight that enveloped her.
A gentle mist began to rise around her.
Draped in her magnificent floor-length gown, Su Yu cradled the bass guitar, the juxtaposition creating a strangely beautiful harmony.
She looked like a goddess amidst the stars.
Her fingers danced effortlessly across the strings, plucking deep, resonant notes that wove a colorful tapestry of sound in the air.
Turning gracefully, she moved lightly, her steps ethereal and her movents fluid, every gesture radiating elegance that left the audience breathless.
The bass lody wasn’t somber but imbued with an unusual cheerfulness and rhythm, as if narrating the joy of finally eting her lover in her dream’s echo.
Tang Song exhaled deeply, his gaze fixed on Su Yu, whose confidence and free spirit lit up the stage.
A brilliant smile spread across his face.
Amidst the electric energy of the crowd, Tang Song truly felt the magnetic allure of the stage—and of Su Yu herself, a superstar like no other.
After a stunning two-minute bass solo, the venue erupted in thunderous cheers and applause, an overwhelming wave of emotion that surged through the stadium and beyond.
Outside, the gathered crowd’s cheers rged with those inside, reverberating across the city.
In livestreams, fans were at a loss for words to express their awe. The screens flooded with repetitive yet heartfelt exclamations like “OMG OMG OMG” and “Ahhhhhhh!”
This mont was destined to beco an eternal mory, etched in the hearts of every fan present—a defining highlight in Su Yu’s career.
...
“Ding! Congratulations, Player, for completing the challenge mission [God-Tier Performance],” the crisp system notification rang out.
A soft translucent interface appeared before Tang Song, with rows of text scrolling across.
[Reward Settlent in Progress…]
[Before the performance, you thoroughly prepared for the setlist, including familiarizing yourself with the tracks, understanding their depth, and refining emotional expression. The stage design, lighting, and sound systems were ticulously planned. During the concert, the singer showcased her unique musical style and personal charm, engaging in improvisation and heartfelt delivery, eliciting an intense emotional resonance from the audience and showcasing the power of music...]
[As a guitarist and harmony vocalist, you delivered an unforgettable live musical performance alongside Su Yu.]
[You have received: Random Gift Pack x1.]
Tang Song rose slowly, his gaze sweeping across the scene before him.
Glow sticks, flashing lights, and phone screens blended together into a vast, undulating sea of stars.
At the center of the stage stood Su Yu, her back straight and chin slightly raised, exuding an innate nobility and grace.
Her overwhelming star power and charm deeply moved everyone present.
In that mont, Tang Song thought: I fall for you, as I fall for the brilliance of the stars.
...
Tang Song’s Post-Performance Reflections
"Tap, tap, tap—" Tang Song descended the stage steps, handing the guitar back to the band’s original guitarist.
The guitarist glanced back at Tang Song’s retreating figure, his face full of complicated emotions.
Su Yu had just perford a never-before-released song live, including an impromptu bass solo.
Together, they had created a once-in-a-lifeti, god-tier performance.
To have missed the chance to personally be part of it was a regret that would linger forever.
Back in Su Yu’s dressing room, Tang Song leaned back into the soft sofa, closing his eyes briefly.
Opening the system interface, he navigated to his inventory.
Two shimring new rewards sat quietly within:
[Enhancent Crystal]: A rare item capable of combining and enhancing related special items to generate a new, rare-grade object.
Note: Enhancent results are unpredictable; use with caution.
Tang Song was familiar with this item—it occasionally dropped in dungeon runs within the ga.
Holding down the Enhancent Crystal, a list of combinable items appeared:
[Tang Song’s Baseball Cap] x [Tang Song’s Glasses][Scenario Instance Creation Card] x [Learning Card][Magic Umbrella] x [Stamina Recovery Potion]
Tang Song stared at the options, deliberating carefully without making an imdiate choice.
Every item listed was valuable, except perhaps the Stamina Recovery Potion.
For example, his glasses were practically a legendary item—they automatically corrected his vision to the optimal level, alleviated eye strain, and significantly improved his reading and learning efficiency.
To risk losing these effects for an unknown outco would be disastrous.
His gaze shifted to the second reward:
Selecting the Random Gift Pack x1, he opened it imdiately.
[You have received: Attribute Bonus: Insight 1.]
[You have received: Special Item: Vow Bracelet.]
Tang Song’s eyes lit up.
Insight 1?! This is incredible!
It signaled that his performance during the mission was exceptionally high—possibly even a perfect score.
A new item appeared in his inventory, glowing with a luxurious purple-gold hue.
[Vow Bracelet]: A rare-grade special item combining classical and modern aesthetics. Crafted from exquisite 18K white gold and set with a rare deep-purple athyst as the centerpiece, every gem is ticulously selected. Designed as an elegant bracelet for won, prolonged wear improves physique, enhances sleep, and boosts stamina.
Note: Special effects apply only to “companions” or “ga characters.”
Tang Song’s heart stirred as he selected the Vow Bracelet and activated it.
Imdiately, his pocket felt heavier.
Reaching in, he retrieved a small transparent crystal box containing the bracelet.
The athyst centerpiece glowed with a deep, even luster, exuding an aura of refined elegance.
Tiny diamonds, like scattered starlight, complented the athyst perfectly. Each shimr of light sent dazzling sparks cascading through the stones, evoking the splendor of a dreamlike starry sky.
...
Just then, the dressing room door swung open, and Secretary Li hurried in, whispering a few words into Tang Song’s ear.
Nodding, Tang Song tucked the bracelet away and strode confidently toward Su Yu’s private dressing room.
Monts later, stylists and makeup artists filed in, their focus unwavering as they stood quietly by the vanity.
Tang Song surveyed the room, his gaze lingering on the racks of costus.
A faint trace of Su Yu’s enchanting fragrance still hung in the air.
Not long after, the rhythmic sound of footsteps echoed.
“Yu Jie!” “Yu Jie!”
The room bustled as Su Yu arrived, and the preparations for her next performance began.
After so ti, the dressing room door opened again.
Su Yu entered, clad in a flowing white floor-length gown.
Seeing Tang Song standing there, she exhaled deeply and approached him in quick strides.
Throwing her arms around him, she pressed her lips to his, her kiss cool and sweet, likely from a mint she had just taken.
Tang Song narrowed his eyes slightly, responding to her passion.
After a long mont, their lips parted.
Su Yu caught her breath, her voice soft and ethereal. “I need to get ready for the next part of the concert. I can’t stay here for long.”
“I understand,” Tang Song replied with a small nod, though his eyes flickered when the pristine gown slipped off her shoulders and floated to the floor.
Before him stood Su Yu, wearing only a strapless bra and nude tights.
Her skin, smooth as lamb’s jade, glowed under the lights, exuding an allure that was hard to resist.
Her perfect swan neck, elegant collarbones, shapely legs, round hips, slender waist, and full curves—all were on full display.
Loose strands of hair fell over her shoulders, adding an irresistible charm that sent Tang Song’s pulse racing.
Unfazed, Su Yu picked up a new costu and smoothly slipped it on.
Her every movent was light and graceful, exuding an indescribable elegance.
Walking up to Tang Song, she pressed close to him and whispered, “I’m leaving now. You promised —you won’t leave until the concert is over.”
“Yes, don’t worry,” Tang Song replied, taking a deep breath to steady himself, suppressing the rising tide of his emotions.
It was their first intimate encounter, and he resolved to maintain his composure—retaining his cool deanor rather than succumbing to temptation.
Su Yu, noticing his subtle reaction, turned and walked out with an effortless sway of her hips.
A playful, aningful smile graced her lips as she left.
Tang Song, your warmth and companionship are so sweet—I want more!
Whether it’s Liu Qingning or Jin ixiao, they’ve had you for far too long. I’ll make my claim on you in my own way.
When it cos to fighting for you, I will not yield—not one bit.
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