?Chapter 364: Chapter 364: Moved Because You Feel I’m Waiting for You? Chapter 364: Chapter 364: Moved Because You Feel I’m Waiting for You? Lu Xingxing made a long face, “What about the person who loses?”
The live director said, “The person who loses can only eat three dishes from the table.”
Suddenly, there were screams of horror.
Host 1 said, “What? If you lose, you can only eat three dishes? How can that be enough to get full? You guys from the program team are too cruel. Are you trying to starve us to death? How are we supposed to record the rest of the content tomorrow?”
Host 2 said, “Exactly, this is torture from the production team; I object! I’m going to win tonight just to show you. But guessing songs is not my forte. Qiao sister and Xingyu are singers; surely they know more.”
Lu Xingyu said, “For dinner, I’ll fight. Bring it on.”
Qiao Ruoxinughed awkwardly, “Actually, I might not know more than you guys.”
The live director announced, “Alright, we will now start ying the first song. Everyone, get ready to buzz in.”
Then, the intro to the first song began to y, and after just three seconds, Lu Xingyu buzzed in: “‘Tornado!''”
Host 1 remarked, “Tsk tsk, impressive, impressive. I hadn’t even realized it yet, and Xingyu has already guessed it.”
Host 2 said, “That’s right, give us middle-aged men a chance to live. Don’t y all those trendy new songs; y some old ones! Preferably some from the old Shanghai era; those I know.”
Qiao Ruoxin nced at Mo Chen beside her, “Do you listen to songs often?”
The man answered righteously: “I’ve hardly listened to a few songs.”
Mo Chen often immersed himself in theboratory, or he was busy with work. The asions he attended were usually cocktail parties and charity dinners, leaving him little time to listen to songs.
The live director said, “Now we’ll start ying the second song.”
The intro began, and it baffled everyone. The introduction was lengthy and seemed like a piece of Beijing opera? It waspletely unknown to everyone what song it could be.
Suddenly, a deep voice rang out: “‘When Love is a Thing of the Past.''”
Everyone looked toward the source of the voice, stunned!
It was Mo Chen!
Qiao Ruoxin was also taken aback, looking at the man beside her. She couldn’t help but smile, “How did you know that?”
Host 1 said, “Mo Chen is awesome. He actually recognized the song just by the intro.”
Lu Xingyu said, “Apuse, apuse.”
The live director announced, “Congrattions to Mo Chen for the correct answer, it’s ‘When Love is a Thing of the Past.''”
The chorus part then began to y.
…
Why don’t you understand
That where there is love, there is pain
One day you’ll see
Life without me won’t be any different
Forget me, and there won’t be pain
Leave the past to the wind
…
As Qiao Ruoxin listened to this song, she felt an inexplicable stirring and, without knowing why, a bit heartbroken.
She looked at Mo Chen, “Mo Chen, do you really like listening to this song?”
The man took a sip from his teacup and answered in a light tone, “It’s not about liking it or not, just that in the past, when I was alone and couldn’t sleep, I would listen to it.”
And then, the more I listened, the less I could sleep.
Qiao Ruoxin’s eyes flickered.
So that meant during those two years they were apart, Mo Chen often listened to this song, always convincing himself to treat love as a thing of the past. Unfortunately, she came back, disturbing his peace of mind.
Suddenly, she felt like crying.
The live director said, “Now we’ll start ying the third song!”
Three seconds into the intro, Qiao Ruoxin buzzed in: “‘You Better Not Think About Me,’ I sang it during apetition.”
Lu Xingyu: “Yes, Ruoxin’s performance of that song earned her an A-grade appraisal from me. She was incredible.”
Following that, Qiao Ruoxin was proactive and strong, and in the end, she won.
The Lu sisters had a tough time; Lu Feifei had spent years in training and had no time to delve into music, while Lu Xingxing had been overseas since childhood and hardly understood the domestic pop music scene.
Although the losing team was only supposed to have three dishes, after the shooting ended, the directors allowed everyone to enjoy the feast to their hearts’ content.
On-site director: “Now everyone can dine and enjoy the night view of Modu. Have fun.”
Qiao Ruoxin ced a bowl of the forcibly earned soup in front of the man: “Drink it.”
The man raised an eyebrow: “This is for nourishing women. I don’t need it.”
“Just try a sip. I won it by answering the questions,” she coaxed.
She tricked the man into drinking half a bowl and then went up to the deck to catch a breeze as the ship was about to dock.
Standing at the railing, she put on her earphones and searched her phone for the song “When Love is a Thing of the Past,” wanting to experience the emotions Mo Chen felt while listening to this song over the past two years.
The night wind blew, whipping her long hair behind her.
As she listened to the song, her mood suddenly became a bit mncholy.
Suddenly, a men’s jacket was draped over her shoulders.
She looked back, smiling faintly. It was Mo Chen.
She took off one earphone: “I’m just getting some air.”
Mo Chen stood beside her, looking at the night view over the river: “What are you listening to?”
“‘When Love is a Thing of the Past.’ I wanted to understand how you felt back then.”
“…”
The man scoffed: “There was no particr feeling. Just bored and sleepless in the middle of the night, so I listened to it.”
Qiao Ruoxin took the other earphone she had removed, stood on her tiptoes, and gently put it into the man’s ear: “Let’s listen together.”
“Mo Chen, you must have hated me a lot in the past two years, right?”
“Mmm, I hated you to the bone. I kept fantasizing about strangling you the moment I saw you again, giving you no chance to exin.”
Qiao Ruoxin felt a shiver in her heart; this man was truly ruthless.
She turned to gaze at the man’s profile: “So, during those two years, did you want me to show up or not?”
Mo Chen nced at her bright, sparkling eyes. There was aplex emotion in his gaze: “I wanted you to show up, then I could have the pleasure of giving you a good thrashing.”
“…”
Qiao Ruoxin hugged the man’s arm: “What would you have done if I hadn’te back after two years?”
The man was silent for a long time before slowly speaking: “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
“Mmm.”
She couldn’t help but chuckle, herugh ringing out: “I think the best decision I made was to rush back to find you.”
Mo Chen looked down at her face: “Do you feel moved because you think I was waiting for you?”
“I’m moved, but it’s not just that.”
The man narrowed his eyes slightly, removing the earphone and resting his hand on the side of her face: “Little Ghost, are you going to forgive me for my misdeed that morning?”
Qiao Ruoxin instantly retracted her tenderness: “No way, you’re not getting off that easily. I need to make sure you remember this mistake forever, or you might develop an abusive habit.”
“…”
The color of the man’s face darkened slightly; this Little Ghost was indeed intractable.
“Tonight I’m sleeping in the bed, and you can’t refuse.”
“How can you be so domineering? I refuse!” she said haughtily, her chin lifted in defiance, the scared little figure fromst night in the old house long gone.
Mo Chen chuckled, his long fingers gripped her chin: “Little Ghost, are you going to sleep with me or not?”
“Not going to, just not!” The night wind tousled her hair, lending her delicate face an extra hint of sex appeal.