Backstage, Zhou Mengting was dressed exquisitely today.
She wore a pure white wedding gown, custom-made by a renowned international designer.
Adorning her neck was a diamond necklace worth millions.
Looking at her reflection in the mirror, a faint smile played on her lips.
This was the pursuit of her dreams, and finally, she had achieved it.
The door opened.
Liang Feng walked in.
“Let’s go, the wedding is about to begin.”
He didn't seem particularly happy, as he viewed this wedding as merely a formality.
As long as he married Zhou Mengting, he wouldn't have to enter into arranged marriages with women of similar social standing.
He was pragmatic; despite being a member of the Liang family, he had an elder brother who had spent years honing his skills within the company. Furthermore, his own capabilities were limited, and the prospect of controlling the family's assets was slim. He simply desired a comfortable life.
Having been fortunate enough to be born into such a good family, he intended to enjoy it to the fullest.
“Liang Feng, about Zhang Yang’s matter…” Zhou Mengting began to speak, but was cut off by Liang Feng’s cold gaze.
“I don’t take him seriously at all. Letting an unsigned singer perform at my wedding is already a favor. If you dare to plead for him, it won’t be as simple as singing.”
Liang Feng sneered.
He hadn’t initially intended this, but he had heard that Zhang Yang was Su Yu’s brother. Earlier, in the cafeteria, Lin Yanyu had rejected him and then entered Su Yu’s private room. Humiliated, he naturally sought an opportunity to vex Zhang Yang.
Hearing this, Zhou Mengting could only offer a wry smile and shake her head.
For the sake of her lifelong dream, she had to sacrifice Zhang Yang.
In reality, singing a song wouldn’t have a significant impact on him; it would merely cause some internal displeasure, no real harm.
With this thought, Zhou Mengting felt a sense of relief.
…
The wedding commenced precisely at noon.
The host was a renowned personality from Shuangqing Television.
Securing a host of such caliber was undoubtedly a testament to the wedding's prestige.
The subsequent proceedings were similar to other weddings.
However, the grandeur of the event far surpassed that of ordinary ceremonies.
Zhang Yang, seated among the guests, watched Zhou Mengting on the stage, her face radiant with happiness.
A pang of inexplicable sadness arose within him.
Although he had moved on, this was a woman he had once cherished. Witnessing her wedding now naturally stirred his emotions.
“Zhang Yang, don’t be nervous, we’re here for you.”
Zhao De, noticing his unease, placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Don’t worry, your brothers have your back!”
“That’s right!”
Su Yu and Zhou Tao offered their encouragement.
“Okay! It’s truly great to have you all!”
Zhang Yang took a deep breath, touched by the sincerity in their expressions.
This was brotherhood, his unwavering support system!
…
After Zhou Mengting and Liang Feng shared a heartfelt embrace.
The wedding ceremony officially concluded.
As the newlyweds departed,
The host, holding the microphone, smiled at the guests and announced, “Next, we will enjoy song and dance while dining.”
The first performer was a second-tier singer.
He sang a song of well wishes for the wedding, accompanied by a troupe of dancers.
The upbeat tempo immediately elevated the atmosphere.
The guests applauded enthusiastically.
Following the song, a popular online influencer took the stage to perform a dance.
The quality of the entertainment was comparable to that of major galas.
Meanwhile, in Zhou Xiaoyi’s livestream, viewers were actively posting comments.
“Wow, even these influencers are singing and dancing, the scale is immense!”
“When I have money, I’ll hire singers to perform at my wedding too!”
“Won’t Sister Zhou go up and do a performance?”
“Given Sister Zhou’s girl group background, she’d instantly outshine these influencers!”
“I agree!”
“Do a performance!”
“Do a performance!”
Observing the comments instigating a performance, Zhou Xiaoyi retorted good-naturedly, “Guys, your perspective is too narrow. I, Zhou Xiaoyi, am not someone anyone can afford to hire.”
“Haha, Sister Zhou is amazing!”
“Damn, that display of confidence… I’m speechless…”
…
“Next, we invite Zhang Yang to bring us the song ‘Guest’.”
The host announced from the stage.
“Guest? What song is that?”
“Who is Zhang Yang? I haven’t heard of him.”
“Guest, judging by the song title, it must be another wedding blessing song, right?”
“We’ve already had one, singing similar songs twice is redundant.”
“Come on, what else can be sung at a wedding? You can’t possibly sing a sad love song, can you?”
“That’s what they say, but it’s really boring.”
“And I’ve never heard of this Zhang Yang.”
“…”
A wave of discussion arose from the audience after the host's announcement.
Suddenly, Zhang Yang felt the urge to use the restroom.
“Go after you sing!”
Zhao De grabbed him.
“What are you afraid of? If you get scared by such a small occasion, how will you perform on a stage with tens of thousands of people when you become a star?” Zhou Tao encouraged him.
“Zhang Yang, wake up, it’s hunting time!” Da Feng Xin Wen Wang
Gong Juren gave him a push, propelling him forward.
“Alright, you guys need to protect me…”
This was a completely different scenario from a concert. Singing ‘Guest’ here was tantamount to slapping Liang Feng in the face.
With the arrow nocked, there was no turning back. He could only place his hope on these good brothers.
“Don’t worry!”
“No problem!”
“Piece of cake!”
“Hunting time!”
Under the determined gazes of the four,
Zhang Yang finally mustered the courage and walked towards the stage.
In the hall, the guests glanced at him before returning their attention elsewhere.
After all, Zhang Yang was neither a celebrity nor an influencer.
“Alright, the stage is now yours, Zhang Yang,” the host said, handing him the microphone before stepping down.
Zhang Yang took the microphone and scanned the room. He didn’t see Zhou Mengting or Liang Feng, who should be backstage changing and preparing for the toast later.
Without Zhou Mengting present, he felt an inexplicable sense of relief.
“Begin.”
The backing track had already been provided to the staff responsible for playback upon their arrival.
Upon receiving Zhang Yang’s signal, the playback button was pressed.
A melodious piano melody filled the air.
The hall gradually fell silent.
Some guests set down their wine glasses, turning their heads to look at the stage with curiosity.
Others, in the process of serving themselves, paused their movements, put down their chopsticks, and strained their ears to listen.
“This intro??”
“Why does this intro sound a bit melancholic?”
“What is he going to sing??”
Everyone stared at Zhang Yang, awaiting his performance.
It seemed this song was not the kind of congratulatory wedding tune they had expected.
After the intro concluded,
The music faded.
Zhang Yang took a deep breath, his eyes gazing blankly ahead.
Memories of his time with Zhou Mengting replayed in his mind.
Even just the intro was enough to draw him into the mood.
“What winter is it since we broke up,
What day of the week is it today,
Occasionally, I think of you…”
Zhang Yang’s singing technique was not exceptional, but the song’s essence lay in its emotion, and his current vocal ability was sufficient.
Especially as he became immersed, radiating a subtle sadness, coupled with his slightly husky voice, his emotional delivery compensated for the lack of technical refinement.