{Chapter: 355 Male god! I'll follow you forever!}
Qiao Siying scoffed. "What kind of title is this?"
Still, she clicked. The video began.
It wasn't the full concert—just the segment where Li Feifei was selecting lucky audience members to come up and perform.
The first two fan requests went by quickly. Then came the third name. The moment the camera panned to the third lucky draw winner, Qiao Siying's eyes widened, and her breath caught in her throat.
There, clear as day, walking up toward the stage, was Lin Yuan.
Her jaw dropped.
Gasps erupted in the crowd within the video, followed by deafening screams.
"He looks like a celestial being! I want to marry him!"
"OH MY GOD! That's the definition of handsome!"
"Ahhhh! Please take my heart, male god!"
Qiao Siying sat frozen, her phone in her hand, her eyes darting between the screen and the real Lin Yuan standing beside her.
Back and forth she looked—from the flawless figure on stage to the actual man beside her. Again and again. Her expression slowly morphed from disbelief to stunned silence.
There was no doubt about it.
The man on that screen, the one who stole the hearts of thousands with a single verse... was undeniably Lin Yuan.
The realization hit her like a thunderclap.
And for a brief moment, Qiao Siying—usually composed, proud, and sharp-tongued—felt her world quietly tilt off its axis.
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Lin Yuan was really standing on the stage in the video—it was not faked in any way.
And right beside him, clearly visible, was Li Feifei herself, standing by with a proud and elegant expression.
Lin Yuan began to sing the iconic ballad, Blue and White Porcelain.
The moment the melody started and Lin Yuan's voice resonated through the speakers, Qiao Siying's eyes widened in utter disbelief.
The voice in the video… it was exactly the same as the one in the original internet version she had listened to countless times.
Although Lin Yuan's everyday speaking voice was calm and poised, there was still a certain unmistakable charm in the singing voice that clearly belonged to him.
Could it be? Was Lin Yuan truly the original singer of Blue and White Porcelain?
Qiao Siying was stunned. Her brain almost short-circuited.
She sat frozen, her eyes fixed on the glowing screen of her phone, her lips slightly parted in shock. Her mind was unable to process what her senses were confirming right before her.
There he was—Lin Yuan—calmly standing under the brilliant lights of the stage, facing an audience of tens of thousands of people with an air of composure and elegance. There was no stage fright. No nervousness. Only unwavering confidence and the kind of charm that only a born performer could exude.
He sang with ease, grace, and emotion. Every note was perfect, as though painted in calligraphy, and every breath seemed to hold deep meaning.
This was his song.
The song that had once haunted her heart and soul was being brought to life by the very man who constantly teased and challenged her in daily life.
It was exactly the same performance from the pirated video she had watched online, but this version was much clearer and had a better angle. His features were more defined, his aura more magnetic.
The online comment section under the video was going absolutely crazy:
> "Ahhhhhh! My husband! I've found him!"
> "That voice! That face! I swear I just fell in love again!"
> "My ears are blessed—what kind of divine voice is this?!"
> "He's not just handsome—he's an idol. I'm swooning!"
> "Male god! I'll follow you forever!"
>"Male God, I want to give you monkeys!"
Originally, the video was a bit shaky and unfocused, clearly recorded on a phone. But after a few seconds, the person holding the camera steadied it, zoomed in, and the frame locked directly onto Lin Yuan's stunning face.
With the camera now focused more closely, Lin Yuan occupied nearly half of the screen. His perfectly sculpted face, gleaming eyes, and soft, seductive smile were now visible in vivid clarity. Every detail of his appearance—from his carefully styled hair to the refined movements of his fingers as he held the microphone—was a feast for the eyes.
And he was singing her favorite song.
The song that had touched her heart for months. The song she used to replay while lying on her bed, headphones in, eyes closed, dreaming of the mysterious voice behind it.
Now, that voice had a face. And it was Lin Yuan's.
Her heart began pounding uncontrollably. Her face flushed. She felt light-headed.
It felt surreal.
As the video continued, it showed Lin Yuan singing while occasionally glancing toward a section of the crowd—where Chi Qian and Yu Shanshan were sitting.
To the camera's main perspective, it looked as though he was singing directly to them.
But in Qiao Siying's eyes… it felt as though he was singing to her.
At this moment, she forgot where she was. She forgot the fake concert. She forgot the cheap venue, the crowd around her, and even the fake singer who had just been exposed.
The only thing that existed in her world was the man on the screen—Lin Yuan.
She didn't know how to feel anymore.
Just a few days ago, she thought of him as a proud, irritating young master who loved provoking her and pushing her buttons.
And now… that same man was the mysterious, captivating singer of Blue and White Porcelain—the one who made her heart flutter every time she heard the song.
It was as if two completely different personas had merged into one unforgettable figure.
And at that moment, her heart throbbed uncontrollably.
Was this… love at first sight? Or perhaps the start of something even deeper?
Whether she admitted it or not, Lin Yuan had just etched himself deeper into her heart.
At the same time, Lin Yuan's system began to echo with a string of crisp alerts.
[Ding! Qiao Siying's favorability +1! Reward: 100 counterattack points!]
[Ding! Qiao Siying's favorability +2! Reward: 200 counterattack points!]
[Ding! Qiao Siying's favorability +3! Reward: 300 counterattack points!]
In just under a minute, Qiao Siying's favorability had risen by 15 points—and it was still going up at a steady pace.
Lin Yuan noticed her reaction, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
He knew this would happen.
He had long calculated that Qiao Siying, who already admired the singer behind Blue and White Porcelain, would be deeply affected once she found out it was him all along.
The emotional weight of her favorite song, combined with his charm, stage presence, and their contrasting interactions in real life, created the perfect storm.
And when she discovered that the two identities belonged to the same person, the impact was overwhelming. The images of the aloof and confident Lin Yuan and the mysterious, captivating singer completely overlapped in her mind, shaking Qiao Siying to her very core.
This realization hit her like a thunderclap, catching her completely off-guard.
All at once, the resentment and dissatisfaction she once felt toward Lin Yuan faded into the background. Her emotions were thrown into chaos, replaced by a wave of disbelief and stunned admiration.
In that moment, Qiao Siying was completely captivated, her mind reeling as if reality itself had tilted.
The sheer shock punched a hole in the emotional wall she had built around herself, and Lin Yuan's figure etched itself deeper into her heart. Her feelings for him—which she had tried to suppress—suddenly surged forward, beyond her control.
While Qiao Siying stood frozen, trying to process what she just learned, Lin Yuan casually turned his attention toward the stage.
The so-called "original singer" of Blue and White Porcelain had just finished a mediocre rendition of the song and was now catching his breath between sets. He wiped his sweat theatrically and then faced the crowd with a wide, artificial smile.
"Thank you all for your support! This concert is completely free—it's my way of giving back to all of you for your love and appreciation. But you know... singing takes a toll on my voice and energy," he said, sounding dramatic and pitiful. "Actually, I have a younger sister who's battling a serious illness. If any of you could spare a little donation, I'd be immensely grateful. Just scan the WeChat QR code on the screen to show your love!"
As he spoke, a big QR code appeared on the small projector screen behind him.
Lin Yuan couldn't help but chuckle at the shamelessness.
"No entry fee, but a donation request? A sick sister sob story? What a classic scam script," Lin Yuan muttered to himself.
And yet, many in the audience were pulling out their phones, scanning the code, and preparing to transfer money.
The fake singer's smile stretched wider with each scanned payment. His eyes gleamed with greed as he watched the digital payment notifications roll in. He was practically salivating. Easy money.
But just when he thought he'd scammed another group of gullible fans without a hitch, a clear, cold voice rang through the hall.
"Your singing is awful. And you have the nerve to ask for support?"
The room immediately quieted. Heads turned, curious to see who had dared to criticize the performer.
The fake singer turned around sharply, eyes narrowing. "Who the hell said that?"
Then he saw him—Lin Yuan, standing tall and composed, his expression unreadable.
For a moment, the fake singer was stunned. The man who had spoken was far too good-looking, and there was something commanding about his presence. Still, he scoffed. "What? You think you can do better? Go ahead and try it if you're so confident!"
It wasn't the first time someone had questioned his act. He was used to fending off doubters with empty dares. Most would back down immediately, too embarrassed to perform in front of a crowd.