Forced Pampering: Haughty Husband, Please Restrain Yourself
Chapter 1474 - 1488: I Don’t Mind if You Throw Things at Me
Chapter 1474: Chapter 1488: I Don’t Mind if You Throw Things at Me
"Thanks." An Ran politely thanked him, her fingertips resting on the man’s hand, and as soon as she stepped onto the stage, she promptly withdrew her hand.
Dongfang Ming raised his eyebrows again.
Just a few simple movements showed the girl’s good manners and poise.
"Hi, everyone!"
Standing on stage, An Ran gave the audience a quick greeting, instantly triggering cheers and applause from below.
"Thanks to Brother Ming for inviting me. I hope my singing won’t ruin his show. Oh, and everyone down there, please put down the glasses and bottles in your hands. It’s fine if you throw them at me, but if you accidentally hit our beloved Brother Ming, that’d be hard to explain."
"Whoaa—"
The crowd burst into laughter, followed by even warmer applause and whistles.
Seizing the moment, An Ran discussed the song choice with Dongfang Ming.
Since this was a last‑minute arrangement and they didn’t know each other, Dongfang Ming had no idea what kind of songs An Ran could handle. Just judging from this soft little milky voice of hers, he wasn’t optimistic.
But he’d already invited her up, so it was hard to say anything now. He thought if An Ran couldn’t carry it later, he’d just step in and sing along.
An Ran was only thinking about what song would fit the band’s groove and the live atmosphere. In the end, she chose an old song, "Millennium Love."
"You sure about this one?" Dongfang Ming asked in a low voice.
This song was indeed in the band’s repertoire, and it was originally sung by a female vocalist—but that lead singer’s voice was thick and powerful.
Now listening to the soft little milky voice in front of him, it felt completely mismatched with "thick and powerful," okay?
An Ran had no idea what Dongfang Ming was thinking. She nodded. "Let’s go with this one."
With that, she was already facing the audience, ready to start.
Dongfang Ming signaled to the bandmates behind him and called out the song title. All of them looked doubtful.
Still, since Dongfang Ming had agreed, it meant he had a backup plan.
The keyboardist set the tone first, the beautiful intro started, then the drummer and bassist came in one after another...
"The lights in the bamboo forest, the deserts I’ve crossed, seven‑colored lands, drifting ceaselessly in the wind..."
With just the opening line, Dongfang Ming’s doubt turned into surprise. He’d never known a little milky voice could sing with such flavor.
When the chorus hit, he couldn’t help joining in:
"Cross a thousand years of pain, only to seek one answer;
The outline you left behind guides me, so I’m not lonely in the dark;
Cross a thousand years of sorrow..."
This joining in was completely out of obsession with music, and a kind of recognition and approval of how perfectly the singer was delivering this song.
Gradually, the audience below started singing along too, and the song echoing through the bar pushed the whole show to a small climax.
When the song ended, the applause went on and on.
"An Ran, I didn’t expect you to sing so well. No wonder you didn’t want to do the duet with us."
Back at the table, Feng Hui Ning teased her.
"Yeah, yeah, especially when you were singing with Brother Ming—it felt super in sync. How about I talk to Brother Ming and ask him to invite you into their band?" Xiao Xue was unusually excited.
"Alright, Xiao Xue, An Ran is a student. How could she come sing in a bar?" Zheng Kai stepped in and shattered Xiao Xue’s fantasy.
What good could come from hanging around in a bar all day? Letting An Ran sing at a bar with Dongfang Ming and the others—how would that ever fly?
Besides, An Ran is a director at Wenshan Group. Singing in a bar for pay? Isn’t that a joke?
"Oh right, An Ran is our class beauty and resident genius. She’s definitely going to be a famous doctor in the future. How could she join a band to sing?" Xiao Xue finally snapped out of it. "But it’s fine. As long as you sing for us, that’s enough. Next time we go to karaoke, we’re definitely dragging An Ran along."
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