For some reason, her heartbeat began to accelerate uncontrollably again.
In that instant, the concert officially started, and the venue erupted into a tsunami of screams.
"Zhou Jielun! Zhou Jielun!"
But for some reason, Yiyi didn’t immediately turn her head towards the stage, even though it was a Zhou Jielun concert.
The scene mirrored a line from a song:
"[But I only gaze into his eyes,
And care not for the cheers of millions.]"
In 2015, Zhou Jie’s voice was still in a reasonably good condition.
Of course, that’s relative to the following years.
Cheng Zhu had seen several of Zhou Jielun’s concerts and, after so many times, it started to feel the same.
The first time you see a concert of a singer you like, that’s when the experience is most profound.
He later came to prefer music festivals and EDM events.
Even though they were incredibly tiring, they were also more exciting.
At the end of 2014, Zhou Jielun released his album "Hey, Not Bad."
The hot tracks included "What Kind of Man," "Handwritten Past," and others.
If Cheng Zhu remembered correctly, the most explosive sing-along segment in his concert was when a girl requested "What Kind of Man" for her ex-boyfriend.
Attending a concert together as a couple was certainly an easy way to close the distance.
You’d sing along together, excitedly express your love for a song, wave glow sticks together, turn on your phone’s flashlights together...
In this atmosphere of a massive sing-along, it was easy to feel the romance.
And the seats in the inner field were set quite close together.
They were both seated next to strangers, naturally sitting a bit closer to each other.
During the concert, Yiyi and Cheng Zhu had several physical contacts.
She gently tugged on Cheng Zhu’s sleeve, took the initiative to lift his arm to wave glow sticks together, and they whispered to each other...
Today’s concert featured a few of Yiyi’s favorite songs by Zhou Jielun, even the not-so-popular "You Can Hear" was performed.
Yiyi felt immensely satisfied, thinking it was the happiest day of her year.
Although the process had its twists and turns, overall, she was very happy.
After the concert ended, everyone started to leave.
Some lingered, still taking pictures.
"Be careful not to bump into your mom again." Cheng Zhu said with a smile.
Yiyi looked around for a while then tugged at Cheng Zhu’s sleeve, whispering, "Brother Zhu, let’s slip away quickly!"
They quickly left the venue, heading out and walking towards the car.
Once inside the car, Yiyi’s phone started vibrating non-stop; Feng Hui was contacting her to make sure their stories aligned.
She actually wanted to stay at Yiyi’s place today, but her athlete boyfriend absolutely refused, insisting on getting a room.
Feng Hui thought it was too risky, but she couldn’t prevail over him.
"There’s really no problem on my mom’s end, don’t worry." Yiyi typed a reassuring message: "If she brings it up after getting home, I’ll mention it to her too."
"Okay, okay, thanks a lot, Sister Yi!"
Meanwhile, Chen Bodong invited Meng Qingyu for supper, but she turned him down flatly.
"It’s too late today; my daughter is waiting for me at home," she said.
"Eh, let’s just find something nearby. There’s a barbecue place close by that’s pretty good," Chen Bodong persisted.
"Maybe next time, thanks for inviting me to the concert, I’ll treat you to a meal another day," Meng Qingyu said casually.
But who knew when that day would come.
Chen Bodong, however, felt joy, thinking he had another opportunity for a date.
"I knew it, today was bound to make progress! The money was well spent!" He thought excitedly.
Actually, Meng Qingyu initially thought Chen Bodong was quite handsome, but after a few meetings, she had no desire to continue.
In the end, she got into her BMW Z4 and drove straight home.
Throughout the journey, she didn’t contact her daughter, planning a surprise check when she got home.
On the other side, Cheng Zhu also sped towards Yiyi’s house.
He was the one who dropped Yiyi off first.
Before getting out of the car, Yiyi was somewhat reluctant.
"Goodbye, Brother Zhu," she said politely.
After that, she added, "I had a lot of fun today, thank you for taking me to see Zhou Jielun."
"No need to be polite." Cheng Zhu waved his hand.
Then he saw Yiyi keep looking at him, her expression one of words on the tip of her tongue.
"What’s wrong?" he asked.
"Uh, no, nothing!" Yiyi finally unbuckled her seatbelt, quickly got out of the car, her face slightly flushed, and said again, "Goodbye, Brother Zhu!"
"Mm," Cheng Zhu nodded.
But he thought, ’Sly little sister, pulling this act, pretending to be shy and saying nothing, leaving it to the imagination.’
When Cheng Zhu’s Land Rover arrived at the residential area entrance, he got out and smoked a cigarette.
He didn’t like to smoke frequently in the car to avoid the smell bothering the ladies.
It was a thoughtful and detailed habit, how could this not be considered love?
While smoking, he saw a black BMW Z4 drive past him, then turn around and head into the residential area.
At that moment, his phone buzzed.
Cheng Zhu took a look; it was a photo from Yiyi.
It was a side profile of Cheng Zhu at the concert.
"I took it secretly~" Yiyi texted.
A girl taking secret photos of you meant something obvious.
This little trick could hook many a guy instantly.
"She likes me! She definitely likes me!"
Cheng Zhu purposefully didn’t reply, pretending to focus on driving to the hotel.
Sure enough, a few seconds later, another photo came through.
This photo, also captured secretly, was taken from a low angle upwards—the killer angle—but Cheng Zhu’s appearance held up!
In the photo, she also appeared, with two fingers doing a peace sign.
Cheng Zhu felt a bit nostalgic looking at the photo.
Yiyi liked to take candid shots of him; each time, she would also be in the frame, and always with two fingers doing a peace sign.
She explained, "Whenever I think you look handsome, I can’t help but sneak a picture."
Her phone contained a collection of stolen peace sign photos of Cheng Zhu.
In every photo, she might be wearing different clothes, or sporting different hairstyles, but the peace sign was consistent.
However, no photos of Cheng Zhu were ever shared or used to flaunt their relationship—she knew that wasn’t okay.
Taken just for herself, sometimes she would look at them and laugh, an uncontrollable smile spreading across her face.
At this moment, Yiyi sent another real-time message like a live broadcast:
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