r help.Everyone who works at "Yehuo" knows that Xiao Xie, the resident singer at Qing Bar, is under Xia Qianjie's wing. Xia Qianjie also has a good relationship with the boss, Fernand. Because of thi...This was the first time Tong Yimo realized she was truly useless, a complete burden to Zhu Jing.

Just when she felt like she was at her wit's end, a person suddenly came to mind. She immediately took out her phone and called that person.

When they met again, Tong Yimo had originally thought that her brother Liang Xiangru's girlfriend Tang Qianxi would be distant with her. Unexpectedly, she was as enthusiastic towards her as ever.

"Momo, you finally decided to come and perform at our venue! Our boss, Fernand, has been looking forward to your return!" Tang Qianxi excitedly grabbed Tong Yimo's hand, her voice trembling with excitement.

Since Yimo's last performance at their club, guests have been requesting her to sing again, especially the male patrons who found her voice incredibly appealing.

It's a pity she doesn't sing anymore.

Boss Fernan had mentioned to her many times, asking his niece to continue performing at their club.

Originally, she had made plans with Yimo, but things that happened behind Liang's family caused Yimo's singing career to fall through.

Tang Qianxi was also a woman of discernment. Since Yimo was unwilling, she wouldn't bother her.

She never expected that this time it was Yimo who took the initiative to find her, wanting to perform at their club. Of course she was thrilled and couldn't wait.

Although Tong Yimo still wore a reluctant expression, things had come to this point, and she was forced to grin at Tang Qianxi helplessly. "I have a condition!"

"Sounds good, as long as you're willing to sing! Anything is possible!" Tang Qianxi readily agreed without hesitation.

"I only work until eleven thirty, besides, I only sing, I don't drink with customers, and I don't sell myself!" Tong Yimo continued earnestly.

Tang Qianxi still nodded vigorously like a chick pecking at rice: "I'll agree to everything for my boss!"

This time, Tong Yimo took the initiative to volunteer. When Tang Qianxi brought her to Mr. Fernandez's face, Mr. Fernandez took out a contract that had already been prepared and asked Tong Yimo to sign it.

Such a good voice, he didn't want to run away after just one song like last time.

Tong Yimo seriously read the contract after, can't help but slightly wrinkle her willow eyebrow, replied: "Five years time is too long!"

"Two years then!" Ferrand tapped his cigar against the ashtray, where it had been precariously balanced between his fingers.

Tong Yimo looked at Fernand sitting in the boss's chair, pursed her lips, and put forward her own opinion: "One year, can it be"

"My駐唱 here…"

"Boss, just agree! My niece is still a student." Tang Qianxi hurriedly helped Tong Yimo speak.

Fernand knew that Tong Yimo had great value, so he agreed and asked his assistant to modify the contract and sign it with Tong Yimo.

From now on, Tong Yimo must sing five songs every night between 8:00 PM and 11:30 PM for the next year. Each song is worth one hundred yuan, totaling five hundred yuan per night.

I don't accompany drinking, I don't sell myself. Besides singing, I won't do any service for any customer.

If Tang Qianxi hadn't shielded her Tong Yimo, Fernand wouldn't have signed such a contract.

Tong Yimo is naturally beautiful, and she doesn't drink with others, which is a pity.

That day, Tong Yimo debuted again under the stage name "Xiao Xie" at the club.

When she was performing at the bar, all her clothes were provided by Tang Qianxi. To avoid being seen as a “femme fatale,” she had to wear fake glasses when singing on stage.

Tong Yimo's first night of live singing, just opened her mouth and sang a few sentences, immediately caused a wave of commotion under the stage.

Whistles, cheers, applause...

It seems like everyone really likes her voice.

Ferrand sat in the monitoring room, watching Tong Yimo's performance on stage and listening to her melodious singing. He couldn't help but sigh with Tang Qianxi, who was standing beside him, "Your niece really has the potential to be a star!"

"What Do you know anyone famous Otherwise, how about promoting my little sister as a singer" Tang Qianxi seized the opportunity and whispered provocatively into Fernand's ear.

In fact, she did this for Mo's sake.

Staying in this big city was better for Yi Mo than going back to that poor and remote village in Xizhen.

"What use do I have It seems your niece has no interest in being a singer at all." Fernan spread his hands, shrugged helplessly.

Yeah, Mo'er is indeed not interested in being a singer. If she were interested, she would have discussed it with her soon-to-be sister-in-law during her first time performing here.

But Yimo had none of that. It seemed like all she wanted was to be an ordinary interior designer, marry an ordinary husband, and then spend her days raising a family as a good wife and mother.

Tang Qianxi had never truly understood why Yimo only had such simple aspirations for her.

All of this, stems from Yi Mo's original intention, the yearning for "home".

She was just an ordinary woman.

Tong Yimò sang a song about "home" while reminiscing about her past experiences.

She doesn't crave wealth and fame, nor does she desire power and status. All she wants is a warm and loving home.

And what she is doing now is guarding her home.

Tong Yimo's singing voice expressed the genuine longing for "home." Although the atmosphere in the teahouse was noisy, her sorrowful melody led everyone to follow along, immersing themselves in a shared melancholy.

After finishing her work, behind the scenes she removed her makeup and then had Tang Qianxi take her to the finance department to settle her wages.

Tong Yimo held the 500 yuan salary, but she couldn't feel happy at all.

Because, Zhujing once told her that he didn't want her to sing at this kind of place anymore. Besides, the few hundred dollars she earned every day wasn't enough to repay Zhujing's debts!

However, her expenses for daytime living were still covered.

When Tong Yimo returned home at about 11:55 pm, Leng Zhujing hadn't come back yet. So she went to take a shower first.

On the other side, Leng Zhujing worked overtime until late. Ji Siyan accompanied him until late, even Zhao Bin had gone home, but she didn't go home either. She stayed at her own desk, helping Leng Zhujing catch up on the design drafts.

Ji Siyan watched Leng Zhujing burying himself in work, and in a daze, she felt like she was back in high school, sitting in her own seat, watching Leng Zhujing bury himself in test papers.

This man was her first love, and at the same time, she was his first love.

As a result, the two of them missed each other for five years.

Ji Siyan was sketching, inadvertently resting her chin on her hand and tilting her head slightly upwards. Her eyes were deep and thoughtful as she intently observed the cold scene before her, pondering over matters concerning herself and him in her mind.

The office was brightly lit, but at this moment there were only her and him.

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.s.This is a road up the mountain!When she came to, Tong Yimo instinctively lowered her head to look at herself. She was no longer wearing the wedding dress, but instead a light purple dress that someo...