Chapter 958: Fan Ye arrives

As for the question of when he lost his virginity, it can be traced back to high school. Back then, he skipped class with a few classmates and went to a video hall to watch a movie. The boss was very savvy about business, and in the middle he inserted a Japanese adult film.

After watching, the brothers' blood boiled with excitement.

Later, under the guidance of an experienced buddy, the gang went into a secluded, winding alley and experienced a thirty-dollar love.

That was Yang Qing's first time in life.

But that not-so-glorious life experience, Yang Qing would rather die than bring it up to Lin Fuxing. After all, a thirty-dollar cheap romance really has no technical merit.

In order to avoid that embarrassing history.

Yang Qing grabbed the microphone and sang his best old song: "I once chased kisses among Youyou, Anan, Fanfan, and Fufu! Only then did I know that Pingping, Dandan, Congcong, and Rongrong are the real…"

Old Yang's hoarse voice, though a bit like an old cow pulling a broken cart and slightly off-key; but one must admit, this guy really puts his heart into singing.

You think he's singing about a sentimental playboy.

Actually, he's singing about the experience of an unloved loser; whether high or low notes, every note exudes a penetration that has weathered the vicissitudes of human life and strikes straight at the souls of all beings.

Unfortunately, his audience is the fifteen-year-old Lin Fuxing.

Lin Fuxing, who hasn't been beaten down by society, obviously can't resonate with the vast world of the hoarse-voiced background.

He held a juice, sipping while pondering the lyrics' meaning—Who wrote these lyrics? The seniors are too heaven-defying; this isn't just a blatant scumbag manifesto?

But seeing Yang Qing sing with increasing passion, his neck turned red, and he was bellowing heart-rendingly.

Lin Fuxing couldn't hold back, picked up a cushion and threw it: "Uncle Yang, take it easy, don't shout so hard you can't catch your breath, you'll choke here…"

"Don't worry, this is my signature piece, I won't run out of breath." Yang Qing gave an OK sign and continued singing along with the lyrics on the big screen: "Looking back, it feels like a dream; looking back, my heart remains the same…"

"Bang!!!"

Just as Yang Qing was getting into the song, the private room's door was kicked open.

The door panel slammed heavily against the wall.

It was shocking to the heart!

Yang Qing opened his mouth to curse: "Which ill-mannered thing dares to… sweep… my interest?" When he got to the word "sweep", his voice was already in an embarrassed state of wanting to stop but couldn't.

He cursed the wrong person.

The person standing at the door turned out to be Lin Dongfan, with Lao Ba behind him.

Lao Ba wore a gloating smile.

And Fan Ye wore an expressionless face, cold to the extreme. Since becoming Mayor, this was still his first time coming to such an entertainment venue.

This scene not only shocked Yang Qing into silence.

Lin Fuxing was even more frightened, shivered, his hand shook, and the juice just brought to his mouth spilled out, wetting his white collar.

"Dad, you… you how did you come…"

Lin Fuxing stood up trembling, not daring to wipe the juice off his collar, as if conversing with a cold-hearted grim reaper, daring neither to step forward nor retreat.

The atmosphere was looking somewhat terrifying.

Yang Qing reached out and pulled Lin Fuxing behind him, like a guardian deity, striking a heroic pose toward Lin Dongfan: "Old man does his own business and bears the consequences; if you want to kill or cut, come at me." He said: "Show-off Fan, what are you glaring at? I'm the one who dragged Fuxing over; who are you showing your violence to? Old man doesn't buy your act."

"……!!!"

Lin Dongfan glanced at Yang Qing, then at Lin Fuxing sheltered behind him.

He didn't say a word.

Yang Qing immediately got a bit anxious: "It's just singing a song? We don't even have a music teacher; we're purely here to practice our voices…"

"Finished explaining?" Lin Dongfan suddenly spoke.

Yang Qing stared blankly: "Ex… explain? Am I explaining to you?" After thinking, Yang Qing decisively raised his voice, putting on a righteous stance: "I'm warning you, as a father! You ought to act like a father; you don't take him out to see the world, yet you won't let me bring him? This is bullshit!"

Saying this, Yang Qing spread his arms.

In the posture of a great roc spreading its wings, he protected Lin Fuxing behind him: "Fuxing, don't be afraid. With me here, even if he's your biological father, he can't touch you."

"Damn, that's awesome!"

At this tense, sword-drawn moment, Lin Dongfan suddenly broke into a smile and lightly punched Yang Qing in the chest: "Your grandpa's, you came out to karaoke and didn't even call me."

Yang Qing: "……???"

Lin Fuxing: "……???"

The two looked bewildered—what situation is this? Did the grim reaper switch careers to become an angel? This is unscientific! But looking up and down, carefully, the killing intent on Fan Ye's face had indeed vanished without a trace.

The atmosphere really had changed, becoming very eerie.

At least…

In Lin Fuxing's view, this kind of unscientific shift in art style is just the prelude to a horror movie.

Lin Fuxing clutched his pounding little heart, gently tugged at Yang Qing's sleeve: "Uncle Yang, maybe… we should just admit defeat, you can't beat him…"

"Don't panic."

Yang Qing steadied himself.

He sized up Lin Dongfan from top to bottom: "You… you really want to practice with me? I'll tell you, even if you're a mayor of a city, the consequences of assaulting an officer are serious…"

"Lao Ba, close the door, pick a song."

Lin Dongfan couldn't be bothered to waste more words with Yang Qing, and simply sat down on the sofa.

He picked up another microphone and tested the sound.

Lao Ba turned around, closed the private room's door, went to the touchscreen song selector, and picked for Fan Ye the song "Utmost Loyalty and Service to the Country". Picking a song doesn't require asking Fan Ye's opinion; he always picks this one.

Then a stirring, heroic vocal sound rang out.

The bewildered Yang Qing and Lin Fuxing only then realized—Fan Ye tonight wasn't here to wreck the place, but to support it.

The two felt as if a burden had been lifted, secretly letting out a sigh of relief.

Tonight, there is no Mayor here.

There's only a tone-deaf old man whose singing skill approaches the realm of ghosts wailing and wolves howling! Others singing "Utmost Loyalty and Service to the Country" seem to have tens of thousands of troops, grand and magnificent! His rendition of "Utmost Loyalty and Service to the Country" is indescribable.

Lin Fuxing, who could barely endure it, had already covered his ears halfway through.

Yang Qing lightly patted Lin Fuxing's shoulder and sighed, "Just bear with it, that's his level. Next time bring your mom over to play; she sings well."

"Lao Yang, dare to play two?" Lao Ba filled three cups with wine and pushed the dice cup toward Yang Qing.

Yang Qing grabbed the dice cup and shook it vigorously: "Let's play, who's afraid of whom?" He lifted the cup, peeked quickly, then covered it again: "All ones."

"You're celebrating Children's Day? Go ahead."

Lao Ba didn't even look, directly lifted his own dice cup—five dice, none showing a one.

Yang Qing furrowed his brows: "Damn, I couldn't cheat you." The next second he picked up a penalty drink and downed it in one gulp.

Then Lin Dongfan passed the topic to Lin Fuxing: "Why are you sitting here like a goof? Get pumped, give me a rendition of Qinghai-Tibet Plateau."

"If you want me dead, just say it."

Lin Fuxing rolled his eyes. Qinghai-Tibet Plateau—he had heard his mother sing it a few times; those high notes would really be the death of him, he couldn't hit them.

Lin Dongfan chuckled: "You can't even sing Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, yet you learn to drive without a license. I'm telling you, that two-thousand-dollar fine will come out of your allowance—don't count on me to help."

"Show-off Fan, come over and guess the dice." Yang Qing shouted.

Lin Dongfan tossed the microphone to Lin Fuxing, too lazy to bother with him, sat down, drank half a beer, then shook the dice cup: "Singing with drinks is boring; the loser gets flicked on the forehead with a rubber band."

……

Just as the three were having fun,

Meng Yu had already brought a group of people out of the car and headed straight for Entertainment Emperor KTV.