"Alright, let's just forget it."

Jiang Feng saw Nangong Qingcheng's troubled expression and shrugged with a smile.

He was just speaking casually, not really serious.

But Nangong Qingcheng hesitated briefly, then suddenly blushing asked, "Do you... do you really want to hear?"

"Hmm?" Jiang Feng asked puzzled, "What?"

"I can sing a song, but you mustn't laugh at me," Nangong Qingcheng said shyly.

"Ahem, no need, I just..."

Jiang Feng felt awkward; he originally said he wanted to hear Nangong Qingcheng sing to divert his guilty conscience, never expecting Nangong Qingcheng to take it seriously!

Without delay, Nangong Qingcheng walked to the center of the living room and told Chu Feifei and Mo Zixun that she wanted to pick a song.

"Wow! Uncle, you're really charming; we've been persuading Qingcheng for quite a while, but she wouldn't sing. Now she finally agreed to sing; you have more influence than us!"

Chu Feifei looked at Jiang Feng and teased with a smile.

"Fei'er!"

Nangong Qingcheng was embarrassed, her face full of playful reproach.

Jiang Feng observed with calm, naturally saying nothing.

"Haha, Qingcheng, I've always said your voice is pleasant; your singing must also be great. You just lack confidence, try singing a song quickly." Mo Zixun laughed and placed the microphone in Nangong Qingcheng's hand.

Nangong Qingcheng hesitated for a moment, but finally sat down with a flushed face.

She gazed affectionately at Jiang Feng, thought briefly, and selected a song she was relatively skilled at.

As the lively melody began, the whole living room fell silent.

Even Chu Feifei and Liu Shiyuan rarely heard Nangong Qingcheng sing; it was definitely the first time, and they were somewhat expectant.

Nangong Qingcheng, after a brief moment of nervousness, finally opened her voice and sang a song that truly reflected her feelings:

"Everything can be casual,

I'll do whatever you say,

The melody of the little train rocking,

Everything can be real,

I'll believe whatever you say,

Because I completely trust you,

Delicate affection,

Like the weight of a blanket,

The safety of being familiar from the sun,

Shared soup,

We share two spoons and one bowl,

Left ventricle warmly insulated."

... 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Though holding a microphone while singing, Nangong Qingcheng became more engrossed, her deeply affectionate gaze constantly focused on Jiang Feng, seemingly expressing true feelings through her singing:

"I want to say that you are really great,

But you don't know yourself,

You sincerely treat me well,

Without asking for anything in return,

Hoping the person you love will live better,

Feeling warm from the heart,

You are more important than myself."

...

Once the song ended, the entire living room became even quieter!

Only after quite a while did the women react.

Everyone was indeed beyond expectation; not only is Nangong Qingcheng the most beautiful, her voice is remarkably delicate and captivating, no less than Mo Zixun and Chu Feifei, or Baili Xiyue!

Seconds later, loud applause rang out, Chu Feifei and Liu Shiyuan enthusiastically clapped their hands red, while Mo Zixun marveling at Nangong Qingcheng said, "Qingcheng, you said you can't sing. If you debuted, you might just steal my job!"

"That's too exaggerated!"

Nangong Qingcheng blushed and glared at Mo Zixun, yet her gaze secretly lingered on Jiang Feng, shy and uneasy.

Jiang Feng was naturally greatly moved at this moment, but also feeling guilty.

He could feel Nangong Qingcheng's growing affection for him, yet when considering what he's done behind her back, guilt returned.

Fortunately, the living room was dimly lit, so no one noticed his expression, otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to handle the situation.

Then, as Nangong Qingcheng finished her song, Chu Feifei excitedly called for Bai Zhiqing, Feng Yueji, and even Mu Yanluo to sing a song each.

Coincidentally, each woman's song nearly conveyed budding feelings for Jiang Feng, with their watery gaze and intense eyes fixated on him throughout.

Jiang Feng couldn't sit still; he felt like he was there not to listen to singing, but to be tested.

With each beauty sending hidden glances his way as they sang, even with a stoic heart, he couldn't withstand it!

"Ahem, alright, you all continue singing; I'm going outside for some fresh air!"

Jiang Feng made an excuse to escape, stepping outside to smoke a cigarette.

Looking at the bright moon in the sky, he increasingly felt his position in this large family becoming a difficult dilemma.

On one hand, Nangong Qingcheng's unwavering trust; on the other, the deep affection from the other women, creating an unavoidable situation.

Caught between these contradictions, he found himself unable to decide or escape the situation.

...

Meanwhile, as Jiang Feng felt melancholic under the moon, caught in a deeply complex mood.

In the Capital City, at the Lian Family Mansion.

After narrowly escaping death in Jiangdong and returning spiritually broken, Lin Lianhai and several core elders completely announced the Lian Family was effectively defunct.

The former house servants and servants were all dismissed, and even the once-unified clan members all withdrew overnight according to their respective branches.

Lin Lianhai couldn't forget the fear instilled by Jiang Feng, fearing he would remain in the shadows for a long time henceforth, secluded, not stepping out the door.

The once somewhat reputable family in the Capital City thus disintegrated thoroughly.

Simultaneously.

Within the Third Ring, in that low-profile entertainment department.

Though deep into the night, a certain exclusive office on the rooftop remained lit.

A young man, wearing glasses and appearing outstanding and handsome, sat at the desk examining a file.

On his desk, there was another pile stacked thickly.

If familiar with national affairs were present, they would recognize the thick pile of materials to contain any sheet that might affect the country's border achievements or even relocation.

The young man read meticulously, exuding a graceful demeanor like a humble white-cloaked Lu Xun, unassuming without sharpness.

Suddenly, a knock sounded gently on the door.

The young man adjusted his glasses and smiled, "Come in."

Immediately, the door was quietly pushed open, revealing Duanmu Zhe, a key figure supported by the Duanmu Family in the Capital City's top ranks, grinning: "Boss, I saw your room light still on, still busy?"

"Just some materials unfinished, Fourteenth Brother, come in and sit!"

The young man smiled, putting down the document.

Indeed, based on Duanmu Zhe's status, he ranked just fourteenth in this circle!

Duanmu Zhe nodded and was about to enter.

Behind him, an exceptionally beautiful and curvaceously alluring woman, overwhelmed with excitement, wanted to follow but was immediately reprimanded by Duanmu Zhe's glare: "What kind of trashy whore are you, just my temporary toy; my boss's office is not a place you can casually enter? Wait outside!"

The woman immediately paled, stopped in her tracks, and dared not be greedy, obediently standing at the door motionlessly.