PART 2
Another laughed and said, “Maybe they’ll livestream the old master’s birthday banquet. Didn’t that Zhang family’s daughter do that? It was quite a spectacle.”
Those around her agreed. “Yes, since the young master was a celebrity, it would be nice to invite some handsome men to feast our eyes on.”
“Hahaha, my daughter would be thrilled.”
“I’d love to see that Tang Yue. Could he sing for us? I have to admit, I once went to Shulu’s group’s concert, and they were really good.”
These comments weren’t entirely malicious. In today’s world, it wasn’t unheard of for children of wealthy families to pursue their dreams.
In fact, the Jiang family’s official explanation for Jiang Shulu’s three years in a boy band was that they were supporting their son’s dream.
Zhu Qiong still kept her smile in place. “I’ll ask Shulu.”
Once the guests were gone, Zhu Qiong tried to contact Jiang Shulu again.
But the call went unanswered. The butler handed her a tablet, and the livestream screen showed a face that surprised Zhu Qiong.
“What is Jiang He doing there?”
“Perhaps it was at the request of Mr. He’s boyfriend,” the butler replied.
Zhu Qiong’s relationship with Jiang He was average. She vaguely knew that the reason he didn’t inherit the Jiang family business was due to his health and some relationship issues.
He was open about liking men and didn’t see it as a source of shame, calmly facing the accusations of his elders.
But relationships are unpredictable. The man he loved eventually broke things off with him.
Jiang He founded Clear Sky Media and reduced his contact with the main family.
Surprisingly, Jiang He and Jiang Shulu got along very well. Zhu Qiong had warned Jiang Shulu many times not to reveal his secret, and Jiang Shulu had always agreed.
But for Jiang Shulu to become an artist at Jiang He’s entertainment company was completely unexpected for Zhu Qiong, and their interactions had become even more frequent over the years.
On the screen, Jiang He was being pushed towards a makeshift stage. On stage, Liu Xichao was accompanying Tang Yue.
A boy who grew up in a village, even after debuting through a talent show, Liu Xichao was an all-rounder, good at everything but excelling at nothing in particular.
But he was known for his high emotional intelligence and could succeed in any industry. This was why his benefactor had chosen him back then.
The first time Jiang He thought he met Liu Xichao was when he saw him playing the flute.
In a village school, not a cornfield.
That was probably the only instrument Liu Xichao’s late mother knew how to play. It wasn’t particularly pleasant to listen to.
It was just a sound, but the not-yet-a-teenager boy’s eyes were determined, as if he was determined to latch onto Jiang He as his meal ticket.
Tang Yue, sitting on a stool with a microphone, hadn’t started singing yet, but the people below were already cheering.
There were about a dozen or two tourists on the island. The production team didn’t stop them, making it seem like a chance encounter for the audience.
Some of them weren’t fans, but some had been fans for years. At a glance, it looked like a small music festival.
Jiang Shulu stood beside Jiang He. The uncle and nephew didn’t look very much alike.
Jiang He had a somber air about him and didn’t look to be in good health.
Jiang Shulu, even when smiling, had an innate coldness. The only thing they had in common was their refined and noble air.
It was as if they had been overly packaged for a decade, and besides their intimate partners, no one could glimpse the true, vibrant soul within.
Tang Yue, in a rare moment of playfulness, joined in the cheering, even boldly calling for Jiang He to come on stage.
He was supposed to call him Boss Jiang, but he instinctively called him “Little Uncle.”
The live comments were filled with question marks.
[Hahaha, did he pick that up from Jiang Shulu?] [Then, Tang Yue, shouldn’t you call your Third Brother ‘Little Aunt’!! My eyes! That title is really… no wonder Liu Xichao denies it, hahaha.] [This is so lively!! The atmosphere is really picking up!] [Why did someone bring a lightstick! How did these fans find this place? Do they have connections?] [I saw a post on Weibo from a sister who was there. She said she brings it with her every time she travels to check in. She’s been a fan of Liu Xichao for ten years.] [Sob, is Boss Jiang He really the top? He looks a bit weak. He even has wrinkles when he smiles!] [How dare you! How can you talk about Brother Liu’s husband’s age! Brother Liu just likes older, rich men—he said he liked older men back then, and it was true.] [Their fate is quite something. Back then, Liu Xichao’s livestream accidentally included Jiang He, and that was a completely different Liu Xichao… As expected, love can make a person unrecognizable. I never thought the gentle, fishing type was actually a scoundrel.]
Zhu Qiong frowned as she watched. The butler beside her didn’t dare to breathe.
And the object of his phone call, the current young master of the Jiang family, Jiang Shulu, showed no reaction at all.
In the synchronized livestream, Jiang Shulu was smiling at the stage. The side profiles of the uncle and nephew were both exquisitely handsome.
The way Jiang Shulu looked at Tang Yue was filled with a smile, a gentleness that even the butler, who had watched him grow up, found startling.
It was completely different from the polite, smile-that-doesn’t-reach-the-eyes he usually had.
It easily made one feel, “He’s genuinely happy.”
Of course, Zhu Qiong could see it too. She felt more and more that Jiang Shulu was becoming uncontrollable.
She turned to the butler and said, “Reconfirm the banquet’s schedule. Invite all the blind date candidates to the scene that day.”
Looking at Jiang Shulu, who had just given Jiang He a push, she thought: I raised you for so many years, not so you could escape my control.
Once Jiang Shulu was out of control, the secret Zhu Qiong and Jiang Kaicheng had hidden would be exposed, and everything they had gained would be lost.
The guys from UL sang a few songs on the makeshift stage, then started cheering for Away to come up.
The sound of the waves couldn’t disturb the atmosphere at this moment.
Tang Yue had just gone to get a skewer of grilled meat from Tang Mian when he was pushed by Yao Lixin. “I still have to feed your kid. You go up and hold the fort for a bit.”
Tang Yue said, “Xiao Mie can’t eat spicy food, and he can’t sneak soda, he has to…”
He had become much more talkative after becoming a father, and Yao Lixin sighed as he listened.
Yao Lixin was about to say, “Why don’t you just list it all out,” when he heard Tang Mian answer first, “I know, I know, Daddy. I’ll take care of myself. Go sing, I’ve never seen you on stage before!”
The little boy smiled, revealing a neat row of teeth. Compared to Yao Xuanyu, who was in the middle of losing his baby teeth, he didn’t look as funny.
Yao Lixin said, “Go on, I haven’t heard you sing in a long time either.”
He even tilted his chin. “Have Liu Xichao play the flute for you. Just humming along is fine.”
The music on stage was deafening. Miu Shuhuai, before letting Tang Yue go up, sang another song, completely devoid of any idol baggage, treating the place like an open-air karaoke bar.
[This is so embarrassing, I don’t want to admit I used to love UL…] [Tang Yue is finally!! going to sing!!—]
Liu Xichao took the flute his assistant handed him and smiled, “I was wondering why they made me bring this. So it was for this moment?”
The man who was a flying guest but acted like the main character put his arm around Tang Yue’s shoulder. “Let’s go, don’t be shy.”
“Do you need to warm up your voice?”
Tang Yue thought of what Jiang Shulu had said about Liu Xichao getting married, and his heart was filled with anticipation. He chose a sweet love song.
Many viewers thought Tang Yue would choose one of his group’s classic songs, but they didn’t expect him to start with a golden oldie from a Chinese idol drama.
The sky had already darkened, and you could even see moths drawn to the light.
The lighting wasn’t as perfect as a real stage.
The main light was very bright, and the lights on the side were all focused on the center of the stage. The colored lights would occasionally pass by, as if echoing the sound of the distant tide.
Tang Yue, who hadn’t been in the spotlight for many years, was a little unused to it. Miu Shuhuai handed him the microphone. “Anyway, you’re not singing and dancing. Just be casual.”
Below, the audience and staff were laughing.
Liu Xichao, wearing a microphone, said, “I’m not singing and dancing either. How am I supposed to play the flute to this song?”
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