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  After the music ended, the audience was in rapture, moved by the lyrical melodies, and lingering notes of the virtuoso pianist. Their souls seemed to have been soothed by the tune. For a moment, the entire gala was in complete silence, you could hear the sound of a pin drop.   Xiao Luo stood […]

  A man holding a bouquet of roses walked briskly on to the stage. Just the audience was wondering what was going on, Fu Guisheng received the bouquet and got down on one knee. His deep gaze adoringly fixed on Sun Yu, who was seated below the stage.   “Yuyu, when I first laid my

  Dancing elegantly, akin to how a swallow caresses its nest, yet swift like a magpie calling into the night. The beautiful troupe embraced the music in a dance that reflected its beauty and serenity, seeming to flow along with the wind.   Sun Yu’s group received enthusiastic cheers from the entire audience. When their

  “Pretty girl Sun, wow, your costume looks great! It shows off your slim waistline and makes you look terrific.” Zhang Dashan said, in blatant flattery, then immediately asked, “So, what’s the name of the beautiful lady standing next to you? Please introduce her to everyone. Other than Old Xiao, the rest of us are

  “Sister Luo, who is that b*stard flaunting his authority!”   Zhang Dashan was seething. Fu Guisheng had splashed beer all over him over an altercation. His temper was not abated despite Xiao Luo immediately returning the deed and dousing the perpetrator with the drink he had in his hand. Zhang Dashan had a hot

  He seemed to be a man of culture, wearing a smart suit and an expensive watch. His face was long and clean-shaven. He had layered, wavy hair with a soft natural bounce, making him seem somewhat artsy. Overall, he gave off the impression of having good taste.   However, at this very moment, the

  The Mid-autumn Festival celebration of the People’s Hospital of Guangming Region was to be held in a popular hotel. As the hotel hosted many weddings regularly, the effort to set up and prepare for any events was kept at a minimum. By installing a temporary stage using steel frames and covering the stage floor

  Zhao Mengqi’s words were laced with pain and regret. She had tried sending him a text before, but Xiao Luo didn’t respond. He kept his distance, even treating her as if she were an unknown stranger. There was no way for her to return by his side.   Ma Linger sighed in sympathy but

  Xiao Luo and Li Zimeng sat at the guest bench in front of the store entrance and drank their hot tea.   After serving the customers, Sun Jiannan walked over enthusiastically and asked with a courteous smile: “President Xiao, do you have any constructive advice for our work?”   If he maintained a suspicious

  The Mid-Autumn Festival was a time to reunite with family, and both Xiao Luo and Zhang Dashan called their parents back home. They asked if they had received the mooncakes they’d sent and chatted a little about everyday life. Still, like every other phone call home before, the conversation ended when the boys were