Charm?
Singing has charm?
Di Mingjue watched Ye Ziyu sway her arms along with Ye Chenhan, instantly joining the fan club.
When the song ended, Ye Ziyu lowered her tired upper body and picked up the drink beside her.
"Tsk, so strong!"
Di Mingjue replaced her wine glass with juice, "You picked up the wrong one."
His tone was deep, exuding dissatisfaction.
"I didn't see clearly," Ye Ziyu smiled awkwardly and took a small sip of the juice.
After a brief rest, Ye Chenhan began his second song.
As the music started, Ye Ziyu quickly became engrossed.
Seeing her energetically joining in, Di Mingjue, overcome with jealousy, picked up Ye Ziyu's unfinished whiskey and downed it in one gulp.
In the latter half of the event, Ye Chenhan stopped singing. Amidst the reluctant cries of the women, he came to Ye Ziyu's side.
"Could you give me some feedback on my performance?" Ye Chenhan pulled out a chair and sat casually between Ye Ziyu and Di Mingjue.
Ye Ziyu did not hesitate to give him a thumbs-up.
"The entrance ticket was definitely worth it. I'll invite you again next time there's an event like this." Ye Chenhan looked very pleased.
He loved singing and dreamed of becoming a singer. However, the entertainment industry was considered a filthy cesspool by the Ye family. Ye Qianzhi forbade him from singing and even used his connections to block him from participating in any talent shows.
Fueled by alcohol, Ye Ziyu, with a mischievous spirit, picked up a pen and paper from the table, presenting them with both hands to Ye Chenhan. "Sign it for me. It'll be valuable when you become famous!"
Ye Chenhan was stunned. Even Di Mingjue beside him couldn't believe that Ye Ziyu had said those words.
Seeing her treat Ye Chenhan so specially, Di Mingjue reached out and snatched the paper and pen, "It's not too late to sign when you're famous."
Ye Chenhan was displeased and reached out to snatch them back, "Sign it now, it won't be as easy to get your autograph when you're famous."
"If it's not easy, then don't bother. What's the point of it being valuable!"
With one piece of paper, two people held each end, neither willing to let go first.
Staring at the two arms in front of her, Ye Ziyu's gaze focused on the white paper in the middle.
The white paper swayed left and right, then left and right again. It hurt her eyes, and she couldn't help but reach out to split it down the middle, "I'm so dizzy!"
The paper tore, and the force exerted by Di Mingjue and Ye Chenhan rebounded onto themselves.
"Hmph!"
In unison, they glared at each other, finding the other displeasing.
Ye Ziyu patted her head, squinting, and pointed unsteadily at the stage, "Why is the floor moving?"
"You're drunk!" Di Mingjue looked at her flushed cheeks.
There were too many people inside, and the air was stuffy. Combined with the alcohol she had consumed, its effects were starting to show.
Di Mingjue picked up his jacket and stood up, approaching Ye Ziyu. "We should go home."
"I'll go back with you," Ye Chenhan said, standing up as well.
With Ye Ziyu as a shield, even if Ye Qianzhi found out when they returned, the punishment would be less severe.
Leaving the bar, Di Mingjue took the wheel, while Ye Chenhan stayed in the back to support Ye Ziyu.
"Is she always like this when she's drunk?"
Ye Ziyu clung to Ye Chenhan like an octopus, her hands gripping his hair tightly. Ye Chenhan asked with a look of resignation.
Di Mingjue gave him a sympathetic glance.
Ye Ziyu rarely drank, let alone got drunk. It was only because she was in a good mood and the atmosphere was lively today that she had overindulged.
"Hold on tight, don't let her fall," Di Mingjue ordered.
"My dear sister, you can pull anywhere you want, just stop tugging on my hair!" Ye Chenhan pleaded, on the verge of tears.
The dazed Ye Ziyu couldn't hear what he was saying. Her fingers not only didn't loosen their grip on his hair but tightened their hold.
Ye Chenhan felt as though his scalp was about to be ripped off. He took a deep breath and leaned his head towards Ye Ziyu, trying to minimize the pulling.
Enduring the journey, as they were about to reach the Ye residence, Ye Ziyu suddenly lifted her head and gagged towards Ye Chenhan.
"My dear sister, please don't throw up!"