131: Chapter 131 The tank top rubs against someone's back; who's playing with fire?

"..." Huang Bo and Han Meilin were completely speechless.

Is this kid even human? Comparing yourself to others will just make you want to die!

"Hurry up, sing a few lines and let us hear it!" Huang Bo was already impatient.

Lin Chen didn't refuse; he stood up and walked to the Steinway piano in the corner.

Han Meilin and Huang Bo immediately followed.

The few women nearby had been chatting about private topics on the carpet, but seeing the men all gather around the piano, they curiously crowded over as well.

Liu Shishi was dressed lightly today, wearing a tight little camisole with super short shorts, her fair, white thighs dazzling to the eyes.

She deliberately walked behind Lin Chen, pressing her soft, burning, ample bosom directly against his back. Her arms, like white jade, wrapped around his neck as she coquettishly blew into his ear:

"Hubby, are you going to play the piano? Do you want me to sit on your lap and accompany you?"

Lin Chen felt the astonishing elasticity against his back, and his inner fire flared up.

This little enchantress, not knowing the time or place in broad daylight, only knows how to stir up trouble.

He reached back and pinched her perky peach-like buttocks, eliciting a soft gasp from her, her body turning even softer.

"Stop it, go to the side. I'll deal with you tonight." Lin Chen warned in a low voice, swatting her hand away.

Huang Bo's daughter asked in a milky voice: "Mommy, is Uncle Lin going to play the piano?"

Huang Bo's wife quickly covered the little girl's mouth: "Shh, listen obediently."

Everyone quieted down; even their breathing slowed.

Lin Chen sat on the piano bench, his posture relaxed, exuding a charming sense of ease.

His long, powerful fingers landed on the black and white keys, and the melodious prelude poured out like flowing water.

...

"This is the person I miss day and night and love deeply, how exactly should I express it? Youth is like a rushing river, gone forever without time to say goodbye. Only a numb me remains, devoid of the passion of yesteryear. Life is like a ruthless carving knife, changing our appearance. Must we wither before we have even bloomed? I once had dreams..."

A slightly hoarse, sexy voice echoed in the spacious and bright living room.

The people around stood in a row, not daring to move, fearing they might ruin the atmosphere before them.

The afternoon sunlight shone on Lin Chen; he closed his eyes, Singing with deep emotion about the vicissitudes unique to men.

This wasn't some pop song written for youngsters.

The women didn't understand the heaviness within, and Huang Bo's child was even more confused.

Only Huang Bo and Han Meilin listened, trembling all over.

These lyrics were like knives, stabbing into their hearts one by one.

Men are just like this, pretending to be strong all day, swallowing all their grievances and fatigue, giving their all to hold up the sky for their wives and children.

Even if they get battered and bruised outside, they just smoke a cigarette in silence and laugh it off.

This song isn't Singing about youth; it's clearly about the softest spot in a man's heart.

The construction worker moving bricks under the scorching sun, the employee forced to smile after being scolded by the boss, the taxi driver who doesn't dare drink an extra sip of water late at night... all the bitterness of men in the world is contained within.

They are fathers, husbands, sons; they carry all the heavy burdens!

Han Meilin covered his mouth, tears streaming down his wrinkled cheeks.

Huang Bo put his hands on his waist, biting his lip hard, his shoulders shaking.

As Lin Chen sang, his eyes also turned red.

He thought of his past life, the version of himself who worked overtime until he developed stomach ulcers, the version of himself who hid in the bathroom late at night to cry silently.

After transmigrating, he had tried not to think about the past, but at this moment, his emotions completely broke through the dam.

"Has the wish from back then been realized? Now that things have come to this, must we only pay tribute? Letting the years dry up our ideals, never able to find the real me again. Looking up at the starry sky, that one that accompanied me back then..."

Lin Chen's tune wasn't very high, yet it moved two grown men to tears.

The piano music stopped, the lingering sound echoing in the rafters.

The living room was terrifyingly quiet.

The three grown men quickly turned their heads, wiping their faces haphazardly, barely managing to pretend that nothing had happened.

Conversely, the women nearby were crying their eyes out.

Although they didn't understand the bitterness of men, seeing their own husbands with red eyes made their hearts ache terribly.

Liu Shishi, while wiping away tears, sent the video she had secretly recorded to their group of five.

This group had been created a long time ago, but later, due to occasional friction between the sisters over vying for favor, the group gradually fell silent.

...

The scene shifts to Hengdian World Studios.

Yang Mi was wearing a heavy period costume, napping under a sunshade.

Her phone rang; she opened the video and watched for a moment, her tears instantly breaking the dam, ruining her exquisite makeup.

"Sister Mi, the director is calling for you to rehearse..." the assistant had just approached.

"Get lost!"

Yang Mi slapped the water cup off the table, like an angry little leopard, and dialed Liu Shishi's number directly, cursing: "Are you three at home just eating for free? How did you make hubby cry?"

Looking over to Shanghai.

Dilraba was sitting in her nanny van rushing to an appointment.

Usually, she was always happy and practicing Singing, but after watching the video, she was convulsing and crying in a heap.

The manager next to her was terrified and couldn't get a word out of her no matter how much she asked.

With trembling hands, she dialed Tong Liya's number.

"Wuwuwu, what happened to hubby? What on earth happened..."

...

In the villa's bathroom.

Liu Shishi and Tong Liya used every ounce of their strength to finally calm down Yang Mi and Reba on both ends of the phone.

After repeatedly promising that hubby was absolutely fine and just got emotional while Singing, Reba finally hung up the phone with sobs.

Yang Mi was still worried and issued all sorts of orders over the phone:

"There are guests at home today, you all better tighten up! Don't be as undisciplined as you usually are when acting wild in the bedroom. You have to give hubby enough face outside, behave yourselves! Did you hear me!"

Liu Shishi stood in front of the large mirror at the vanity, looking at her perfect figure in the mirror, and couldn't help but reach out and pull her neckline down, revealing a large expanse of snow-white, deep cleavage.

While applying lotion, she rolled her eyes and complained: "Ugh, so annoying, we aren't little kids, do you need to teach us? Tonight, the three of us will definitely serve Brother Lin comfortably."

"Seeing him look so pitiful while Singing earlier, my heart ached to death. I wish I could drag him into the room right now and comfort him well with my body. I guarantee I'll make him feel like he's in heaven and forget all his troubles."

Yang Mi snorted coldly on the other end of the phone: "Don't just focus on being a flirt! Huang Bo's kids are here, did you prepare any gifts for meeting them?"

Liu Shishi's hand stopped, and she paused: "We really didn't prepare any."

Yang Mi sighed, frustrated by their lack of foresight: "I knew you three wouldn't be reliable! They brought gifts when visiting, so we have to return the favor at least. Giving to the adults would seem distant, but giving to the children should be fine, right? Don't tell me you're planning to just stuff money into their hands!"

Liu Shishi was just about to say that giving some money would be fine, but she was retorted: "Then what do you give? Clothes? Cosmetics? Giving them to a seven-year-old girl is fine, but are you going to give cosmetics to his son?"

Yang Mi scolded: "Enough nonsense! Our family isn't short on money, but giving cash directly looks like an upstart; it's too tacky."

"How about this, doesn't the house have an oven? Go call Yaya and Nazar, the three of you do it yourselves and bake some cookies or small cakes, and when they leave, give them to the children."

"Things made with your own hands carry the most sincerity; it's not cliché, and it can show the virtuosity of the women of our Lin family."

"That's good!" Liu Shishi's eyes lit up. Don't look at Yang Mi as being long-winded, but this idea was actually quite good.

She quickly nodded and hung up the phone, twisting her alluring water-snake waist as she walked out of the bathroom to call Tong Liya and the others to change into tight little aprons and go into the kitchen to knead dough.

Tonight, she wouldn't just satisfy Lin Chen in bed; she had to handle the social aspects beautifully as well!