Ye Meng offered these words of comfort without much sincerity.
Sure enough, Ye Meng found a handsome guy with a ukulele. The two chatted about something, and not only did she add his WeChat, but the idiot even gave her his ukulele.
Li Jin Yu leaned back on the sofa with his arms crossed, sneering.
Ye Meng carried the ukulele to the keyboard player, and after an exchange, added his WeChat too. Li Jin Yu watched her move leisurely and gracefully through the crowd, not glancing in his direction once, collecting WeChat contacts from all the men in the band like she was gathering treasures.
Li Jin Yu leaned forward and picked up the cigarette that had been tossed on the table earlier. He held it between his fingertips, took a drag, then rested it on the sofa armrest. His gaze grew colder and more distant.
When he looked up again,
Ye Meng was already sitting properly on a high stool, holding the ukulele. Her short legs dangled in the air—they weren’t short, but compared to Li Jin Yu’s long legs, they were a bit shorter, so she couldn’t reach the floor, sitting like a child with her legs hanging.
Idiot, the height is adjustable.
He felt that he always set it quite low, but Wang Feng would set it even lower, so when he sat down, it was like sinking into a valley.
He took a drag from his cigarette, looking straight at Ye Meng on stage, but waved over the premium waiter. After saying something, the waiter went up to the stage while Ye Meng was testing the sound with the band. “Miss Ye, Little Yu is asking if you’d like to lower your seat to be more comfortable?”
“Yes, please.”
After the waiter adjusted the height, everything suddenly went quiet.
Li Jin Yu still held the cigarette between his fingers.
Ye Meng was quite nervous. She had never pursued a boy with such effort before. In a bar environment, what kind of song would be most appropriate? The most suitable would probably be the depressing, dejected style the lead singer had just performed, or perhaps a heart-wrenching love song, but neither type seemed appropriate for a confession.
She wouldn’t sing a sappy love song, and she wanted to sing something inspiring, yet not too serious, that would convey what she wanted Li Jin Yu to hear.
After discussing with the band for a while, she decided to sing “The Youth Says.”
If the atmosphere was built properly, it could be quite blood-pumping and passionate. She just feared that with everyone feeling so dejected, her lone burst of enthusiasm would seem particularly childish.
But sometimes, this kind of solitary courage can also move people. The band members were moved to tears, playing with fiery enthusiasm, their eyes filled with maternal affection.
Their gazes occasionally fell on the man sitting on the sofa, holding a cigarette in the darkness outside the dance floor, full of admiration.
They admired the openness and fervor in Ye Meng, a kind of light they had never seen in other girls.
Like now, singing “The Youth Says” on stage, perhaps not sounding very good, but putting her heart into every note, with a kind of unstoppable determination in her eyes—
“The youth has their wildness, hearts like the blazing sun with ten thousand rays of light, I’ll fight through a thousand difficulties and ten thousand obstacles, today is for my young man, dare to challenge heaven and earth with my sharp edge, cutting through thorns and brambles, who can stop me—”
At that moment, Li Jin Yu’s phone vibrated slightly.
It was a text message.
[Ye Meng: Li Jin Yu, please allow me to conquer the world for you.]
At that moment, Li Jin Yu firmly believed that he was no match for her.