Edited by Qiuxue and Noks
With the mentality of ‘only a fool would refuse more benefits,’ Song Wennuan happily arranged a stage for Su Fengxi, and invited all the contestants over to the studio to enjoy her free singing performance.
After finding out that the mysterious guest hiding behind the curtain was Su Fengxi, the contestants were filled with excitement. Several of them were die-hard fans of hers and couldn’t help but cry out with joy.
Zhao Wenyan, who had been arranged in a seat close to the stage prior to the revelation of the guest’s identity, was stiff and terrified. “The guest you invited is Su Fengxi? Why didn’t you tell me before? Song Wennuan, I don’t believe that you are unaware of my relationship with her. Are you doing this on purpose?”
“Come on, you’re a grown man, if you break up then you break up, why are you being so sensitive? Listening to her song won’t kill you, okay? When this episode airs, do you know how much the rating of our show will increase?”
Song Wennuan pressed down on Zhao Wenyan’s shoulders, stopping him from leaving his seat.
She had invested a lot of effort into arranging for the appearances of the rumored ‘new lover’, the ‘old lover’ and the ‘heartless man’ in the same frame.
But Zhao Wenyan simply shook off her hands, got up and left. Even if he spoke out, no one would believe his words —listening to Su Fengxi’s song could really kill him!
As soon as he made it to the entrance of the studio, he saw Fan Jialuo enter holding Xu Yiyang’s hand, who then said, “Go back and sit down, you’re not alone.”
The furious Zhao Wenyan immediately turned into a docile little sheep in front of Fan Jialuo, complaining aggrievedly, “But Su Fengxi is going to sing.”
“With me here, it’s alright.” Fan Jialuo put his hand on the other’s back and gave him a light push.
That light push was like a breeze caressing his cheeks, and surprisingly managed to push the tall and strong Zhao Wenyan along with some momentum.
He walked forward, following behind Fan Jialuo’s footsteps and chattering endlessly, “Is it really okay? You don’t know how evil her singing is! Covering your ears is of no use. The music can seep in from your scalp and directly take control of your mind.
“I bought the best soundproof headphones in the world, but even they couldn’t block her voice. She must have come specifically for us today. Didn’t you meet her just now? Are you affected? I’m afraid that if her ability continues to get stronger, even you may not be able to deal with her. Sometimes, I really want to just hire someone to directly end her life!”
Fan Jialuo covered Xu Yiyang’s ears and warned, “Don’t say such words in front of a child.”
“Ah, I’m sorry!” Zhao Wenyan quickly apologized.
His mood had improved slightly after being able to vent. As long as he stayed with Fan Jialuo, he believed he would gradually get better.
When the two were about to reach the front row, a gentle voice sounded from behind—
“Fan Jialuo, wait for me.”
Fan Jialuo nodded politely. “Dr. Song, long time no see.”
Song Rui smiled lightly in reply. “Can you change the way you greet me? You say this same thing every time we meet.”
His eyes then fixed on the strangely purplish spot on the back of Xu Yiyang’s neck, one that was oddly similar to livor mortis, but he didn’t display any change in his expression.
Even if Fan Jialuo was walking with a dead person in public, it didn’t make him feel afraid of him. He even smiled at the little boy with interest, who then grabbed Fan Jialuo’s clothes and hid behind him in response.
Fan Jialuo raised his index finger against his lips, making a ‘shh’ gesture.
Song Rui slightly nodded and turned his head, hiding his smile once again.
The interaction between the two lasted only for a moment, containing no hidden words, but they still reached a tacit understanding.
On the other hand, Zhao Wenyan was still complaining about Song Wennuan’s decision. “… she will do anything for ratings! Is that what your Song Family’s upbringing teaches? To use people in whatever way for their own benefit?”
“Actually, I was also surprised by her decision. I don’t understand why she invited Su Fengxi in the first place. There’s nothing praiseworthy about her. Her songs are full of unbearable groans,” replied Song Rui.
When accompanying Fan Jialuo, Song Rui had become habitual to removing his gold-rimmed glasses, showing his true self.
His expression was extremely cold as he spoke of Su Fengxi, and there was a trace of disgust in his eyes, as if just seeing her caused him to lose his appetite.
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Zhao Wenyan was stunned to discover that Song Rui wasn’t affected by Su Fengxi.
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“You don’t like Su Fengxi? Why?” asked Zhao Wenyan, doubtfully.
“I just don’t like her, there’s no other reason,” Song Rui said casually.
Sensing that Fan Jialuo was looking attentively at him, or rather at his head, he asked softly, “What’s the matter? Do you suddenly find me handsome?”
Fan Jialuo was surprised and very amused by the other’s sudden remarks. He hadn’t expected Song Rui to be able to make such a joke.
He shook his head and sighed, “You have a mind that can keep you clear-headed in any circumstance. If I could, I’d really like to borrow your head.”
“So it’s like that. You can take it if you want,” Song Rui replied jokingly, but his eyes, which were fixated on Fan Jialuo, were extremely serious.
He was an emotionless person, and didn’t fear death either. If it was just about a head, he could afford it.
Fan Jialuo smiled at this, waved his hand and continued walking forward.
Song Rui also smiled and followed him, patting the child’s cold and stiff shoulder to confirm his conjecture as he passed by him.
Zhao Wenyan, who couldn’t understand the dumb joke that had passed between the two, followed not far behind. The party of four finally sat down in the vacant seats in the second row and looked towards the stage.
A Huo and He Jinglian sat behind them. The two leaned forward quietly, and then A Huo whispered, “Fan Jialuo, today I found the second person in the world to smell so good to me, and that is Su Fengxi. Her body contains a surging breath of life, it’s just like the scent of the big valley where I live.”
He Jinglian added, “Her mood is very soothing, very clean, and has no impurities. She is the purest-minded person I have ever seen. I like the feeling of staying near her.”
Fan Jialuo nodded as he listened, without refuting either of them.
Song Rui then whispered in his ear, “All these powerful psychics describe Su Fengxi with words similar to ‘breath of life’. Do you know what this refers to? The reason why she’s not dead is because she’s relying on something to support this, right?”
As soon as he thought of Su Fengxi, hundreds of thousands of torture methods emerged naturally in his mind. He was now really fed up with that woman’s voice that was present almost everywhere.
His dark, violent and cruel emotions were soon transmitted to He Jinglian, causing her to break into a sob and run away whilst clutching her skirt. A Huo also looked like a frightened puppy, whining and running away from his seat with its tail clamped behind.
Ding Puhang, who was sitting not far away from Song Rui, also witnessed these bloody scenes courtesy of his mind-reading ability. He huddled into himself in silence and couldn’t help trembling.
In fact, he was also a fan of Su Fengxi’s, and often browsed for any news about her on the Internet.
So right now, he clearly knew that from among these three, Zhao Wenyan was the ‘scum’ who had abandoned Su Fengxi, Fan Jialuo was the third party who had been responsible for tearing their relationship apart, and Song Rui was someone who wanted to torture and kill her, but despite knowing all this, he didn’t dare to even fart in front of these three.
How could he be this miserable of a person?
Ding Puhang quietly wiped away the sad tears that formed at the corners of his eyes with a tissue.
Fan Jialuo stared at the empty stage and whispered, “Yes, she has lived by relying on this kind of thing.”
“What on earth is this thing?” asked Song Rui.
“It’s something that can disrupt the balance of energy. Do you understand the consequences of energy being imbalanced?”
“I understand, it’s just like how the imbalance of energy on earth has caused an increase in atmospheric pollution, which in turn has led to a rise in temperature and is now gradually destroying the world. The consequences of this are unimaginable for humans.”
“Yeah, you can’t imagine it, because it’s too terrible.” With this sentence, Fan Jialuo fell silent.
But Song Rui had managed to dig out enough information from this short sentence.
He had spoken the words ‘unimaginable for humans’, while Fan Jialuo specifically said ‘you can’t imagine’. Obviously Fan Jialuo perceived himself as a being apart from humanity. This distinction might be due to race, or due to…
Song Rui closed his eyes, a dull ache pervading his forehead.
…Or perhaps it was because he had already experienced that kind of destruction, which was why he categorized himself as different from others, for he could imagine and even recall the pain from such an event.
But, could the memory of this ‘pain’ really be enough to inform his current self?
Song Rui took a deep breath and stopped himself from analyzing it any further. This was the first time he had actively turned away from thinking about Fan Jialuo’s past.
The stage slowly lit up as the curtains opened and the lifting platform arose, and a familiar prelude resounded in the studio.
The numerous over-excited contestants quietened down and cast expectant faces towards the stage. However, the program staff reacted in a completely different manner.
Courtesy of the camera lens, they had gotten to witness the whole process of what Fan Jialuo had described Su Fengxi as, and had also vaguely glimpsed the true features of their ‘Goddess Su’ at that moment.
So at this time, when Su Fengxi walked onto the stage and smiled softly at the audience, they realized that their previous enthusiasm had turned into scrutiny and doubt.
Those whose three views had been repeatedly reshaped by Fan Jialuo began to realize that monsters might really exist in this world.
Su Fengxi took two steps forward, closed her eyes and tilted her head, as if she were listening to the accompaniment. But, in reality, she was madly channeling her anger and moisturizing her throat.
Once she started singing, her voice would release waves of unparalleled temptation that would conquer everyone present here. Those people who had doubted and judged her would eventually become her captives, including Fan Jialuo!
When everything was ready, Su Fengxi lifted her eyelids and glanced at Zhao Wenyan.
This person immediately grabbed Fan Jialuo’s arm and shoved his head into the latter’s arms. Seeing this unpromising appearance, she was unable to stop herself from hooking up the corners of her lips and displaying the derision she felt.
“It’s okay, I’m here.” Fan Jialuo was not impatient at all. He patted the other man’s back lightly, reassuring him and dispelling his panic.
As the two talked, the musical prelude came to an end.
Su Fengxi sang in a very soft tone—
“I’m standing on a branch,
through a little drizzle,
looking at you from a distance.
You’re walking across the green grass,
climbing to a high windowed lattice,
speaking words of love to her…”
The song was titled ‘Nightingale’. It was inspired by Oscar Wilde’s fairy tale ‘The Nightingale and The Rose’.
The story was about a young civilian man who deeply loved a beautiful noble girl, but the girl threatened to abandon his love if he didn’t give her the reddest rose in the world.
The young man looked at the garden full of white roses and fell into despair. But then, a nightingale longing for love, who also overheard his story, used its own singing voice and blood to dye a white rose red for him, and eventually died.
In the eyes of her audience, Su Fengxi, who portrayed herself as the nightingale, was so pure yet pitiful that they couldn’t help but heartbreakingly cry in response to her singing. It was also because of this song that she had managed to successfully whitewash herself and became the singer most loved by fans.
No one could resist the magic of this song. The listeners would cry bitterly, toss and turn restlessly, and fall in love with its singer because of it.
This song had the power to influence people from across the screen or even if they were just listening to it on a music player, so what about the audience who were watching it be performed live? How powerful would its influence be then?
Zhao Wenyan had been hurt by this song twice in a row already, and at that moment, his face blanched white in fright.
In contrast, Song Wennuan and the other audience members showed expressions of obsession.
They unconsciously waved their hands and shook their heads in excitement. With half-lidded eyes and half-opened mouths they looked up at Su Fengxi on the stage like she was a God, and their only wish at that moment was to dedicate all their faith and loyalty to her!
The studio soon began to resemble a large-scale collective drug intake event, as if a cult had received their Master’s blessing. Strangely though, these people thought that their love for Su Fengxi, which came from the bottom of their hearts, was absolutely normal.
Fan Jialuo’s magnetic field isolated his group from the noise, allowing Zhao Wenyan to remain sober. However, from his constantly distorting and struggling expression, he wouldn’t be able to maintain his state for long.
Xu Yiyang used his short fingers to block his ears, frowning to show his discomfort. The influence this song had on him had reached its peak, and there would be no stronger reaction coming from him, for after all, he was still a child, so there was not much desire to be aroused.
The only person with a mortal body who could resist Su Fengxi’s song was Song Rui.
He watched the performance on the stage with an indifferent face, with the corners of his mouth filled with ridicule, as if he wasn’t affected in any way.
When Su Fengxi walked to the edge of the stage and waved the microphone in her hand to interact with everyone, he even went so far as to turn his head and cover his nose, as if trying to endure her malodor.
For a split second, the strong malice creeping out from the depths of his eyes almost caused Su Fengxi to sing out of tune.
The indifference shared between him and Fan Jialuo appeared quite dazzling in the midst of everyone else’s crazy obsession. This unaffectedness made Su Fengxi gnash her teeth in hatred.
Despite her inner turmoil, she tried to calm herself down and continued singing—
“But all she needs is a bloody rose,
not all the happy endings you can imagine,
You ask me why love is so shallow,
you ask me why love is so fragile…
So I put my heart against the sharp thorn,
and dyed you a white rose with my blood…”
The audience turned even more crazy and even more obsessive, and their response allowed Su Fengxi to once again regain her confidence.
But, it was at this time that Fan Jialuo, who had now become familiar himself with the melody, started singing along with her—
“I am a Nightingale,
I only sing for you.
If you want love, you can find it in my blazing tears,
If you want love, you can find it in my boiling heart.
You ask me why,
I am a Nightingale,
I only sing for you…”
His singing was not soft, nor affectionate, nor touching, nor was it enthusiastic or floaty, but it was deserted enough, peaceful enough, penetrating and influential enough.
Miraculously, this low and inaudible singing voice found its way into Su Fengxi’s song, causing the build-up of all those touching emotions to vanish in an instant.
A rough rubbing sound mixed with a baby’s cry came from Su Fengxi’s microphone. Although it disappeared in the next second, it was enough to shock the audience into sobriety.
Following that moment, Su Fengxi completely lost her unparalleled charm, her voice becoming very rough and ear-piercing.
She simply couldn’t keep up with the beat anymore, her voice cracking when it reached the next high-pitched note.
Her eagerly expected blockbuster performance had completely capsized, and that too with disastrous results.
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Thank you for the chapter!
Yes! Finally she will get her retribution!
Thanks for the chapter
Retribution!!!
still not enough. if what I think is right, she deserves much, much worse.
Thanks for the chapter, it was a great start
Thank you very much♡♡♡♡!
Thanks for the chapter!
Revenge for the babies!!!
good!
thanks for the chapter <3
I have quite a disturbing theory, could the babies be from abortion? She sleep with people often doesn’t she, so could she have used the energy from the babies to make her attractive? Like her voice and make everyone crazy over her?
You can only abort so many though, before you can’t conceive anymore. At least logically.
Ay that’s true. Or maybe those ghost babies kept by celebrities.
you right, those are her babies..
Hello, could someone would knows how or knows anyone who can translate, continue to on with this story pls. I’m really captivated by this story for a long while now and I’m really hoping for someone to continue translating this story. So please, if you can or have anyone around u who can, could you please continue translating this story. Please 😭😭🙏.
continue on with translating this sorry