Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

"Who"d like to duet with me?"

Mu Yazhe was dumbfounded. He listened to the mellow music starting to play, as well as the music video being shown on screen, and raised a brow in disbelief. This dumb woman, how dared she suggest singing with someone else right in front of me?

D*mn it!

He turned his head coldly, sweeping his icy and terrifying gaze across the crowd. The expression on his face seemed to convey: "Who dares take the mike?"

It was as if anyone who dared duet with his woman, would see his company crushed by the Mu Group the next morning.

The moment the crowd saw his piercingly cold gaze, everyone thought of the businesses under their names. Naturally, none had the guts to offend him in any way, so who would have the courage to take her offer?

When the young chap, who had sung "A Chinese Ghost Story" earlier, took the microphone from her happily, the men he had good ties quickly tugged on his sleeve, flicking their gazes in Mu Yazhe"s direction.

Confused, the young chap followed their gazes, only to see the man"s impa.s.sive eyes fixed on his outstretched hand. His gaze was as sharp as a sword!

Oh, my… How horrifying!

His gaze was murderous!

The young chap jumped out of his skin in shock, his back relishing in cold sweat as his forehead got filled with black lines. Instantly, he retracted his hand!

She looked at him quizzically, but he simply looked down and acted like a corpse!

Suddenly, the woman seemed to realize something. She slowly looked behind her and saw her man"s icy gaze. His eyes were as cold as a glacier.

Was this man not being too oppressive?

He was the one who did not want to sing with her, yet he would not even give her the right to find a partner?

The more he did not let her sing, the more she wanted!

Therefore, the peeved woman sat on the couch and sang loudly as the music played. She sang with a deep voice during the male part before switching to a high-pitched voice during the female segment. A simple love song was sung by her so aggressively like a fiend. It sounded as if she were singing a revolutionary marching song, wherein the next moment, she would go to the battlefield on a killing spree!

A nice tune like "I miss you so much" had been sung in a tune like "I want to chop you up", instead.

This time, it was the crowd"s turn to feel as if they were standing on a freezing ground.

In contrast, the man was pleased. He did not forget to comment, "You sang it horribly."

She was so furious that she nearly threw the microphone on the couch.

Since leaving the KTV, she was still feeling unhappy.

He walked in front with large strides as she unwillingly followed behind him. Her eyes were filled with resentment. Right now, she was similar to a disgruntled concubine who had been abandoned by the emperor.

"It"s just a simple song, yet you"re unwilling to sing with me…

"Mu Yazhe, you are the most annoying!"

The man kept walking in front and listened to her bitter nagging, which sounded as if she were denouncing him yet also as if she were complaining.

That bitterness on her face seemed to suggest that he had committed a terrible crime of some sort!

It was not that he was unwilling to sing; it was just that he had never sung before. Since young, the chances he had to go to a KTV bar or listen to an entertainment show were not little, but he had never opened his mouth before. When he took over the company at a slightly older age and got such a celebrated status, who still dare invite him to sing a song?

Be it social interactions, entertainment after banquets, or hanging out with a few friends privately, he had never once opened his mouth to sing even if they let him. The reason was not that he sounded out of tune, that he was tone-deaf, or he did not have a good sense of rhythm; he just never had that much interest in singing. He rarely listened to music as he was always busy with work. When would he ever have the time to do something recreational like that?