55: Chapter 55: The song ended without a ripple?

The wedding proceeded.

The waiters also began serving the dishes.

The emcee hosted the wedding with the same cookie-cutter routine.

The couple made their entrance.

The groom waited for the bride's arrival at the floral arch, then took her hand and walked together toward the main stage.

The groom welcomed the bride.

Led by her father, the bride walked toward the groom, who took her hand and handed her the bouquet.

...

The wedding officiant delivered a speech.

The couple had eyes only for each other as they exchanged rings.

They served tea and addressed the elders with new titles.

On stage, the couple were deeply moved.

Meanwhile, off-stage.

A group of guests were only focused on eating, occasionally looking up to follow the emcee's lead, shouting a few times to add a bit of atmosphere.

Qin Xun had a chicken leg in his mouth and clapped vigorously.

"Woo... Good!"

Xia Ning glanced at Qin Xun, feeling somewhat helpless. She put down her chopsticks and looked at the couple under the stage lights.

She couldn't help but think of the wedding photos she and Qin Xun had taken a few days ago.

She clapped earnestly.

She said softly.

"Good!"

...

In the corner of the stage, the emcee spoke with great emotion.

"Finally!"

"The bride has a small wish, which is to toss the bouquet in her hand."

"..."

After the emcee's repeated urging, more than twenty unmarried women finally gathered bashfully under the stage.

Following a chaotic burst of screams.

The bride turned her back and tossed the bouquet, which fell into the crowd.

Qin Xun looked over and saw the bouquet above the crowd, being swatted at and scrambled for by dozens of hands, finally tracing a high arc.

It landed on the table in front of Qin Xun and Xia Ning.

It happened to knock over the chopstick that was serving as the boundary line!

Xia Ning was stunned.

She knew that the bouquet symbolized happiness, luck, and protection.

The person who catches the bouquet is believed to be the next to walk down the aisle.

She looked at Qin Xun, feeling a bit at a loss.

Qin Xun was also dumbfounded!

He heard the emcee say happily.

"Let's invite the person who caught the bouquet to the stage..."

Before he could finish speaking.

Qin Xun grabbed the bouquet and threw it toward the girls gathered under the stage.

"I'm married!"

A burst of laughter erupted.

Emcee: "..."

Xia Ning stared at Qin Xun, dumbstruck.

...

Finally, it was time for the performance segment.

The emcee probably came from an unconventional background; he started with a beatbox segment.

"Boots-cats-boots-cats"

...

A perfectly fine wedding venue instantly felt like a nightclub.

Hearing the cheers from the audience.

The emcee got even more into it and sang a love song.

The level was just passable; after all, he was an amateur.

While the emcee was performing on stage.

The bride changed into a toasting dress and began going from table to table to toast.

After toasting the table with Qin Xun and Xia Ning, she went to the table behind them.

That was a gathering spot where gossip was flying.

The bride was all smiles.

"Ladies, is the food to your liking?"

Everyone responded positively.

"Delicious, delicious!"

She toasted them, and the atmosphere became even more cheerful.

At this moment.

On stage, the emcee had played enough, picked up the microphone, and resumed his role as the host.

"I have embarrassed myself just now!"

"Next up is a beautiful young girl from our entertainment company, an eighteen-year-old who just finished her college entrance exams."

"A music student, coming on stage to perform for everyone."

The people below were all focused on eating and playing on their phones, with only a few sparse cheers ringing out.

Qin Xun picked up his phone and sent a message in the company WeChat group.

[Everyone ready, start filming!]

Immediately.

[Received!] [Received!] [Received!] ...

Suddenly.

Qin Xun heard a slightly mean-spirited woman behind him speaking with a thick tongue, her voice filled with mocking laughter.

"Lili, didn't you say an internet celebrity with 400,000 followers was going to perform?"

"I was even planning to film a video to leech some traffic!"

"How come you hired a... summer intern?"

Qin Xun turned his head and saw the groom looking embarrassed, and the smile on the bride's face froze.

The middle-aged woman kept babbling on.

"You chose the smallest 'as promised' hall in this restaurant for the banquet hall."

"The internet celebrity singer was replaced by a temp singer."

"Even the flowers are plastic."

She chuckled.

"I even prepared tissues, ready to cry my eyes out at your wedding, but instead you... made me laugh!"

As soon as these words were spoken.

That table went quiet.

A group of women looked at each other, none of them knowing what to do.

Suddenly.

A hand pulled the babbling woman.

"Sister Juan, you're drunk!"

The bride forced a smile, tilted her head back to drain the wine in her glass, and turned to walk behind the stage.

The groom followed quickly.

"Lili..."

The bride's voice trembled: "I'm tired, I want to rest for a while."

After watching the drama, Qin Xun couldn't help but sigh.

Sigh... The grudges and feuds between women! Can't mess with them! Can't mess with them!

That groom is too honest. If it were me, a solid slap would have shut her up.

...

Turning back, Qin Xun saw Xia Ning earnestly holding up her phone, aiming it at the stage.

She wasn't at all distracted by the bloodless murder that had just taken place.

He looked around and saw that almost every table had colleagues who had all raised their phones, aiming them at the stage.

Qin Xun said to Xia Ning.

"Your angle is the best, and also the most important."

"Film it carefully."

Xia Ning nodded gently without speaking.

Qin Xun had just said "I'm not talking to you," so she wouldn't talk!

On stage.

A young girl with shoulder-length hair, wearing a white T-shirt, a grey-black plaid jacket, and tight light blue jeans walked up.

This was the outfit Qin Xun had chosen for her—a very ordinary look.

Below the stage, many men's eyes lit up.

What a beautiful girl!

Those further away, although they couldn't see Song Ying's face clearly, could tell that her figure was very striking.

Song Ying stood on stage, watching the people below eating, drinking, chatting, and children running around, and took a deep breath.

She looked at the phones raised everywhere filming her, knowing that it was Qin Xun's arrangement.

Finally, her gaze found Qin Xun, and she nodded gently.

Her eyes were full of confidence.

Brother, just you wait and see!

I'm going to blind them!

The music started.

Song Ying began to sing.

"The wisps of cooking smoke in this human world," "and the romance of wind, flowers, snow, and moon," "infatuated people are mostly greedy," "love, hate, and grudges are all interesting to watch," ...

As soon as she started singing.

The guests in the banquet hall couldn't help but perk up their ears, finding it quite pleasant to listen to, and many also took out their phones to start filming.

Qin Xun watched Song Ying's performance on stage, seeing her casually and naturally tapping her foot to the song, hitting the musical beats, and nodded with satisfaction.

This kid looks unreliable, but she definitely put in the hard work when it comes to singing.

She must have practiced a lot.

As Song Ying sang, she saw more people filming her below the stage and felt a bit happy.

"Asking the blue sky how much of this life remains," "fearing that the past days were filled with bitterness," "asking the past for a cup of lovesickness to drink," "if this time I am still as persistent as before," "with my heart obsessed with only you," "then perhaps I am too sentimental," ...

The song ended.

Song Ying stood on stage and bowed in thanks.

She only heard a smattering of applause and an occasional cheer; she straightened up and looked at the banquet hall.

The old men drinking were still drinking.

The chatty aunties were still chatting.

The children running around were still running around.

The women playing on their phones were still playing on their phones.

Except for the few tables near the stage, where quite a few men were still staring at her, but those were clearly lecherous gazes.

The song ended, seemingly without a ripple.

It wasn't even as lively as the atmosphere created by the emcee's dog-like beatboxing earlier.

Song Ying glanced at Qin Xun from afar, pursed her lips, turned around, and walked off the stage.

Her figure looked somewhat lonely.