Chapter 1057: Xiaowei’s Wedding (1)

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Everyone thought that Huo Mian would take the opportunity to bully Song Yis.h.i.+, such as make the latter lick her shoe or something.

However, Huo Mian would never push someone over the cliff, even if everyone wanted to see Song Yis.h.i.+ forced into desperation. Instead, she decided to dare Song Yis.h.i.+ to do something that was considerably easier to achieve.

“Why don’t you sing the last sentence to Tibetan Plateau for us?” Huo Mian asked.

Song Yis.h.i.+ didn’t know what to say…

“What the h.e.l.l, that’s so easy. Huo Mian, are you crazy…” Zhu Lingling was obviously unhappy with that dare.

Jiang Xiaowei froze for a second as well. She didn’t seem to think that Huo Mian would come up with such an easy dare, but she didn’t say anything and chose to watch them quietly.

“My little sister sure is merciful… That’s a really easy dare. Miss Song, hurry up and sing.” Even Huo Siqian felt like Huo Mian had pulled her punches, and smiled as he glanced over at Song Yis.h.i.+, who stood up in her elegant mermaid costume, blus.h.i.+ng.

The truth was, she used to study pop music and could sing songs from 9 different countries. However, she never sang a folk song like Tibetan Plateau, nor had she ever sang a song with such a high note in the end.

Everyone was watching her, and she had to be a woman of her words. Therefore, after a moment’s thought, she clenched down on her teeth and sang, “That is the Tibetan, Plateau…”

As expected, Song Yis.h.i.+’s voice broke at the highest note; even if she was a skilled singer, she still made a really nasty screech, like a ghost or a wolf. Not many people could sing the end of this song unless they studied folk songs and had a very resonating voice. Many singers had produced remakes of this song, but Huo Mian’s favorite version would always be Li Na’s, whose singing sounded like she was actually from the Tibetan Plateau.

When Song Yis.h.i.+ finished, everyone looked at her mockingly; then, something surprising happened – Song Yis.h.i.+ began to cry…

She stood there, sobbing quietly…

“Um… what are you doing? Are you being a sore loser?” Jiang Xiaowei hated women like her. She asked for this herself and played the victim, what a manipulative b.i.t.c.h.

“I feel a little embarra.s.sed today… I think you guys have misunderstandings about me, and therefore none of you like me. I can tell… if that’s the case, then I might as well go,” Song Yis.h.i.+ said and cried as she began heading out.

No one else in the room moved, because none of them liked interacting with her.

Huo Mian didn’t want to talk to her either since it would make her seem like a fake, pretentious b*tch and she didn’t like Song Yis.h.i.+ to begin with. Sometimes, rather than putting on a mask, humans should treat each other more genuinely, to avoid uncomfortableness.

“Honey… should we ask the driver to take her home?” Huo Mian looked at Qin Chu, who replied, “No, it’s okay, it’s better that she left.”

Then, he glanced around the table, and upon seeing that everyone was having a good time, he nodded at Uncle Li. Soon, the latter brought up another box of red wine, even better than the last batch.

“Huo Mian…why didn’t you teach B*tch Song a lesson just now? It was such a good opportunity for revenge,” Jiang Xiaowei called Song Yis.h.i.+ a b.i.t.c.h in front of everyone, but no one was surprised, because they all felt the same way.

“Truth be told, I’m a selfish person, and wanted to take revenge on her, but… if I did, then I’ll be like her, and I don’t want to be like her… I can’t forego my principles for selfish gains,” Huo Mian said faintly.