Jiang Che stepped onto the stage, and even Xiao Wanwan hadn’t expected that this guy would actually dare to come up. Singing his own song at someone else’s concert—wasn’t that just asking for trouble?
The girl glanced toward the backstage, locking eyes with her sister, her gaze silently pleading for help.
Xiao Sisi was equally frantic. The psychic bond between twins told her... Wanwan was extremely nervous right now. After all, this was her very first concert, and now this had to happen!
They had prepared for countless unexpected scenarios before the concert, but never had they anticipated something like this.
A deliberate sabotage?
Xiao Chuan’s expression darkened. His massive hands clenched into fists, veins bulging.
Damn that brat with the dyed hair! He’d always known that punk was no good, and now he had the audacity to crash the show?
Screw him!
Xiao Chuan struggled to suppress the fury boiling inside him and picked up his phone to send a message to his subordinates.
[After the concert ends, beat that brat to a pulp. I want one of his arms broken.]
...
Xiao Wanwan was cursing Jiang Che relentlessly in her mind, but on the outside... she maintained the sweet, innocent girl act.
"Brother with the dyed hair, do you really know how to sing?"
[Hmph, with that trashy voice of yours, what decent song could you possibly sing?]
[If it weren’t for this dumb, sweetheart persona, I’d have kicked you off the stage already!]
Jiang Che took the microphone, his thin lips curling slightly.
"Miss Xiao Wanwan, I know singing at someone else’s concert is incredibly rude. But since you chose me... it must be fate."
Xiao Wanwan froze.
Fate my ass! As if I’d ever have fate with a disgusting man like you. The nerve of this guy!
"Coincidentally, Father’s Day is coming up in a few days. I recently wrote a song about fathers—dedicated to everyone here!"
Jiang Che had just turned the tables on them!
The atmosphere in the venue quickly shifted under his control. As a grandmaster-level martial artist, his voice carried an inexplicable pressure, silencing anyone who thought to object.
Hearing Jiang Che’s words, many in the audience exchanged bewildered glances.
A song about fathers?
That didn’t sound like sabotage. Maybe he actually had something worthwhile?
Even Xiao Chuan furrowed his brows, sensing something off. But the mention of a song honoring fathers made his expression soften.
Truthfully, he had failed his daughters far too much. He... was an unfit father.
He had been about to contact backstage staff to throw this brat out, but now... he’d listen to the song first.
He had even imagined it—after the concert, he’d remove his disguise and publicly apologize to his daughters for his past mistakes. Surely, they’d accept him as their father then!
By now, he had figured out what his triplet daughters lacked most—love.
The three girls had grown up together, losing their mother in their early teens. Naturally, they yearned for a father’s love. After realizing this, Xiao Chuan now made sure to spend several days a week with them, trying to mend what was missing.
...
Jiang Che grinned, adjusting the sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose.
Heh heh heh, then I’ll start singing now?
He gripped the microphone. And what would he sing?
Of course—"Father"!
He had to admit, showing off was part of his goal, but it wasn’t his main purpose.
For most children from ordinary families, "Father" would bring them to tears. But for Xiao Chuan? Every lyric was a dagger to the heart.
Heh heh heh—
He was here to be spectacularly ruthless.
Jiang Che walked to the edge of the stage, picked up a guitar, and sat on a high stool, strumming the first notes.
"Always taking from you, yet never saying thank you..."
"Only after growing up did I realize how hard you worked..."
His voice was deep, almost hypnotic, as if it could pierce straight into the depths of the soul.
Of course, if he was going to show off, he’d go all out. Jiang Che was a decent singer, but nothing compared to the divine skills from the system.
[God of Singing: Upon activation, the host’s vocal abilities reach divine levels, immersing listeners in the song as if experiencing it firsthand.]
[Price: 500,000 points.]
Sold!
This amount was pocket change for Jiang Che. Ever since the system updated with its shopping module, his points had been skyrocketing. His top earners, Chen Hao and Jiang Ruoxu, brought in over a hundred thousand points daily.
...
The moment Jiang Che began singing, the crowd was stunned.
His voice was nothing short of heavenly.
The once-rowdy concert fell into complete silence, leaving only his vocals and the guitar’s melody.
Even Xiao Wanwan blinked in surprise, her lips parting slightly as she murmured, "Always taking from you, yet never saying thank you...?"
Was this directed at fathers? But... she had never asked Xiao Chuan, that deadbeat dad, for anything!
Meanwhile, Jiang Che continued.
"Thank you for everything, for holding up our home..."
"Always giving your all, giving me the best..."
"Am I your pride...?"
Without exaggeration, Jiang Che had the entire audience in tears.
Could you believe it?
This was the terrifying power of [God of Singing].
It dragged listeners into their own memories, forcing them to relive moments with their fathers.
Even towering, muscle-bound men were now sobbing uncontrollably.
In just one minute, Jiang Che had gone from being despised by thousands to moving the entire crowd to tears.
Of course, "Father" wasn’t universally effective. Not everyone had a father worth honoring—broken homes and single-parent families weren’t rare.
Take Xiao Wanwan and Xiao Sisi, for example.
Onstage, Xiao Wanwan only felt an aching emptiness. She had never known a father’s love, so Jiang Che’s song couldn’t resonate with her. All she felt was a deep, inexplicable pain, as if something vital was missing.
[Hmph, don’t think just because you sing well, I’ll think highly of you. No way, absolutely no way!]
[You trashy bastard, you’re definitely mocking me for never knowing a father’s love. You’re the worst, waaah—!]
Offstage, Xiao Sisi was equally shaken. Her heart ached too. Even though they had acknowledged Xiao Chuan as their biological father, they had never experienced his love—only their mother’s.
But right now, who was suffering the most?
Without a doubt—Xiao Chuan himself.
The billionaire dad was already drenched in sweat.
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
