Pursuing Her Best Friend after Confession Failed-Chapter 162 - 108: Li Yuan is Stunned: I was Forcefully Kissed by Little Fish? (Subscription and Monthly Ticket Request)_2
Am I that exceptional? I don’t even know it myself. I’m just a thief who took advantage of the massive benefits of being a Reincarnator. Perhaps I accidentally stole your innocent heart along the way.
It was the first time Li Yuan had ever experienced anything like this: being liked by such an outstanding girl, who also happened to be a stunningly beautiful and wealthy heiress.
"Little Fish, thank you for liking me. I’m truly flattered. If you keep praising me, I’ll be grinning from ear to ear."
Little Fish giggled, pursing her lips and looking shyly at Li Yuan. "Xia Hua, am I the first person to confess to you?"
"Yes," Li Yuan nodded. Even if it weren’t true, he had to say yes right now.
As expected, upon getting an affirmative answer, Jiang Zhiyu’s smile became even more brilliant and joyful. "See? It just proves I have excellent taste, being able to spot your greatness so early on."
Li Yuan smiled, feeling incredibly pleased. She really is like my own little fangirl.
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A short while later, Li Yuan drove his brand-new sports car to the riverside. As he pulled into a parking spot, the Lamborghini Murciélago drew countless admiring glances; it was just that eye-catching.
Little Fish took Li Yuan’s hand. They walked along the pedestrian bridge in the riverside park, enjoying the river breeze and the atmosphere of Modu.
"Xia Hua, this feeling is so wonderful," she said. "Walking hand-in-hand by the riverbank with the person you like, feeling the summer breeze."
Li Yuan also smiled leisurely. "This kind of carefree life is indeed very comfortable. No wonder people often say college is the best, most carefree time in a person’s life. There’s no pressure from entrance exams or the working world. You can fall into a sweet romance, holding hands and sharing your youth together."
Jiang Zhiyu held Li Yuan’s hand, her lips curled in a light smile. She particularly liked the unique, indescribable aura he had about him.
Do you really need a reason to like someone? Maybe you do, and maybe you don’t.
Little Fish spread her arms wide, facing the riverside breeze. She then turned to face Li Yuan and said cheerfully, "Xia Hua, I want to sing for you."
Li Yuan laughed. "Sure, Little Fish. Your voice is outstanding, even among all the stars in the entertainment industry. It’s so pleasant to listen to; it feels like it has a healing power."
Little Fish covered her mouth and giggled. "Xia Hua, I’ll take that as a compliment, then."
"I’m telling the truth," Li Yuan replied with sincere earnestness. "Your singing voice is genuinely beautiful. It’s a bit like Angela Chang’s, but while her voice is high-pitched, yours is incredibly clear. Each has its own merits."
Little Fish’s eyes widened in surprised delight. "Xia Hua, you like Angela Chang, too? She’s my favorite singer! She even came to my house a while ago to teach me how to sing."
"Her singing is indeed fantastic." Li Yuan nodded with a smile. She has the voice of an angel, a woman so naturally gifted that her singing has the power to pierce right through your soul.
Li Yuan thought for a moment. His favorite female singers really were just a few: the Sweetheart Cult Master Cyndi Wang, the ever-changing diva Angela Chang, and the girl group S.H.E... The soundtrack to the youth of men born in the ’80s and ’90s.
Little Fish pouted, looking at Li Yuan coquettishly. "Then, Xia Hua, can I sing one of her songs for you?"
Li Yuan’s eyes lit up. Little Fish’s singing was truly healing. The last time he heard her sing Director Zhou’s "Blue and White Porcelain," it had been beautiful, possessing a unique charm that felt like it could heal the soul.
"Hehe, Little Fish, can I make a request then?"
"I can sing all of her songs," Little Fish replied cheerfully. "Xia Hua, please make your request."
Li Yuan knew quite a few of Angela Chang’s songs, as they had been a backdrop to the entire adolescence of the ’90s generation. "Then sing ’Aurora’."
Little Fish exclaimed, "That’s my favorite song too! Xia Hua, we’re really on the same wavelength!"
"Aurora" was one of Angela Chang’s signature works and a beautiful love song.
Little Fish slowly began to sing, her clear, melodious voice drifting on the air. Passersby stopped in their tracks to listen, some even sneakily taking photos and videos. Luckily, this wasn’t yet the "everyone is a content creator" era; otherwise, Little Fish might have gone viral instantly.
*The mysterious Arctic Circle, on the peaks of Alaska, whose face appears on the horizon at the sea’s edge... Love is a light, so wonderful, illuminating our brave future... Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, the beautiful Aurora, love resides in the heart, to believe is to have forever...*
When the song ended, Little Fish tilted her head up, looking at Li Yuan expectantly. "Xia Hua, did I sing well?"
Seeing her childlike demeanor, Li Yuan couldn’t help but stroke her glossy black hair. He said with deep feeling, "Little Fish, if you entered the entertainment industry, you would definitely become a huge star."
A thought suddenly occurred to Li Yuan, and he asked curiously, "By the way, Little Fish, do you want to join the entertainment industry?"
Little Fish shook her head. "I don’t want to. Singing is just a hobby. As long as I enjoy it and the person I like enjoys it, that’s enough. Why would I need to join the entertainment industry?"
Li Yuan had to agree. Considering Jiang Zhiyu’s family background, they must have an aversion to the entertainment industry—a place notorious for its hidden filth—and would want her to stay far away from it. Then again, just being a singer wouldn’t be so bad. It’s not like other rich heiresses haven’t entered the music scene.
Li Yuan laughed. "Little Fish, I think you could release a few music albums in the future. They would definitely be a massive success."
