Chapter 2651

Ye Zhen shook her head helplessly, picked up her wine cup and took a sip: "My second brother and sister-in-law can't bear to discipline him, but I won't indulge him. After disciplining him twice in a row, he did behave honestly for a few days, but I never expected him to cause trouble here again today."

"No wonder!" Zhou Andong said with a smile: "Just looking at him makes me afraid of you."

Nie Wen laughed: "When Zhen-jie gets angry, it's not just this nephew Ye Fan that many aristocratic youths fear."

Ye Zhen gave Nie Wen a glance, then turned to Zhou Andong, her eyes full of anticipation as she said: "Andong, I heard you sing very well. Since it's still early, why don't you go up and sing a song?"

Zhou Andong asked curiously: "How do you know I sing well?"

Ye Zhen reached out and grabbed a few melon seeds: "Last year, I attended your distillery's New Year's Eve party and heard you sing that song 'Sunshine Always Comes After Storms'—it was really nice."

Zhou Andong suddenly understood, stood up and said: "Since Fourth Sister wants to hear me sing, I'll sing for you."

Watching Zhou Andong's back as he walked toward the stage, Ye Zhen felt her heartbeat quicken. Was he saying he'd sing for me on purpose, or just casually?

Zhou Andong stepped onto the stage, and customers who recognized him burst into cheers, followed by whistles and applause.

Seeing how popular Zhou Andong was, Ye Zhen asked Nie Wen: "Does he often sing here?"

"No way!" Nie Wen shook her head: "He's never sung here before."

Ye Zhen said suspiciously: "If he's never sung here, why is he so popular?"

Nie Wen gave a wry smile: "Zhen-jie, his name is Zhou Andong. Don't mention singing—just stepping onto the stage and randomly plunking a few piano keys will earn him enthusiastic applause."

"Ha!" Ye Zhen couldn't help but laugh: "I overlooked it—Andong's fame far surpasses those so-called stars, and he's even more popular."

At that moment, Zhou Andong's voice came from the speakers: "Brothers and sisters, good evening, everyone."

"Good!" The deafening shout nearly lifted the roof.

"Shh!" Zhou Andong raised his finger to his lips, and the noisy din vanished instantly; the bar fell silent. Even if people were chatting, they deliberately lowered their voices.

Zhou Andong held the guitar handed to him by a waiter, faced the microphone, and said: "This song is called 'Houhai Bar,' dedicated to the beautiful Miss Ye Zhen."

Hearing Zhou Andong's words, gazing at his calm and composed figure on stage, Ye Zhen's eyes flickered, her face feeling warm. She then picked up her wine cup, using the chance to lower her head and drink to hide her unnatural expression.

"Late at night I come to the bar, and meet the beautiful her—gentle her with lovely long hair, her eyes can speak..."

Just that first line of lyrics made Ye Zhen's heart race. She knew the song had nothing to do with her, but since Zhou Andong said he'd sing it for her, she couldn't help but let her imagination run wild, her heart pounding.

"Romantic Houhai Bar, with my beloved her, I long to hear her thoughts—tonight I'll take her home..."

As the song ended, cheers and shouts erupted instantly: "Encore! Encore!"

Zhou Andong put down his guitar, clasped his hands, and apologetically said: "Sorry, everyone—I still have friends waiting over there. I'll sing again when I have time."

Ignoring the noisy crowd below, Zhou Andong returned to the booth.

At this moment, Ye Zhen had regained her composure, raised her thumb, and said: "This song is really nice—did you also write it?"

"Of course!" Zhou Andong sat down, his face neither flushed nor pale, and said: "This song was written for the very first bar."

Ye Zhen teased: "Then who is the 'beautiful her' mentioned in your song?"

"You!" Zhou Andong joked: "Look, Fourth Sister, you have beautiful long hair, and your big eyes can speak too."

Ye Zhen knew Zhou Andong was joking, but her mind still felt dazed; she felt she was seriously ill, beyond help, which made her feel somewhat panicked.

"Um..." Ye Zhen picked up her wine cup: "Andong, Wenwen, and also Mr. Shen—I suddenly remembered I have an important matter to attend to, so I'll leave first. You all keep drinking slowly."

Ye Zhen's sudden departure startled everyone, but no one asked why.

Zhou Andong said: "You've been drinking—I'll have someone send you home."

"This bit of alcohol is nothing." Ye Zhen waved her hand: "We'll get together again when the chance comes."

Ye Zhen dared not stay longer, quickly left the bar, got into her car, then took a deep breath and patted her face. She now suspected she might be possessed by a ghost—how else could she suddenly develop feelings for Zhou Andong, and so intensely?

"Hah!" Ye Zhen let out a long breath, deciding that unless there was something important, she would firmly avoid seeing Zhou Andong again.

By the time Zhou Andong got home, it was almost ten o'clock. As soon as he entered the three-room courtyard, he saw his wife standing by the fish pond, holding fish food and scattering it in.

"Wife!" Zhou Andong hurried over and, from behind, wrapped his arms around Jian Qiu's waist: "Are you done with your confinement?"

Jian Qiu felt the broad chest behind her, tilted her head back, and pressed her face against Zhou Andong's: "One month—I almost suffocated."

Zhou Andong gave a contented smack, then kissed Jian Qiu on the cheek: "Since your confinement is over, tomorrow I'll take you out for a good meal."

"Let's go the day after tomorrow." Jian Qiu said softly: "Yesterday, Liu Laolao called me to ask if I'd finished my confinement. Although she didn't say anything, I could feel she missed me, as well as our little feather and Su Su."

Zhou Andong said quietly: "Then we'll go see Liu Laolao and Ye Ye tomorrow."

The two lingered in the courtyard for a while, and Jian Qiu said: "Mom's work transfer procedures are complete—she bought a ticket for the day after tomorrow. She'll come with us to see Liu Laolao and Ye Ye tomorrow, and then go to Yangcheng the day after."

Zhou Andong inhaled the scent of Jian Qiu's hair from her shampoo: "Tonight you can stay in the guest room with me."

Jian Qiu raised her hand to touch Zhou Andong's face, apologetically saying: "Just bear with it a little longer—I just finished my confinement, so I still need about half a month."

"Alright!" Zhou Andong sighed in agreement, then added: "Then tonight you can also sleep with me."

"Okay!" Jian Qiu laughed: "Come on, it's already past ten, and I'm a bit sleepy."

Arriving at the guest room, Zhou Andong quickly washed up, then climbed into bed and pulled Jian Qiu into his arms: "Wife, you've worked hard."

"Just hearing you say that makes me satisfied—my suffering wasn't in vain." Jian Qiu kissed Zhou Andong on the lips: "How's the wool factory doing?"

Zhou Andong briefly summarized the wool factory situation: "This morning, Hong Jinyan was taken away for investigation. If no new evidence emerges, based on what we currently have, sentencing Hong Jinyan to ten or twenty years is certain."