Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 264, Chapter 263: Willow Oriole

Wang Boyu turned and left, giving Feng Xiuhu a chance to look around again.

On the stage ahead, a female singer was performing a song that Feng Xiuhu had never heard before, accompanied by a band. As her skirt swayed with the rhythm, Feng Xiuhu could just make out the lace panties that were faintly visible underneath.

Feng Xiuhu curled his lip in disdain. In terms of waist, she was not as slender as Xiaoyao'er, and in terms of thighs, she was not as firm as Xiong Guiyuan. Besides, he was not the kind of person to take advantage of others in distress, so he turned his gaze elsewhere.

Above the walls on both sides of the hall, rows of private rooms are suspended. At first glance, they look like birdcages with gold trim. Through the half-open beaded curtains, you can see the cigar smoke drawing strange patterns in the air.

Occasionally, when someone lifts the curtain, they can see what's inside.

A fat, big-eared man in a suit was slipping a jewelry bracelet onto a dancer's wrist, his shiny bald head reflected in a crystal wine glass.

The meticulously groomed man in a long gown, though drunk, still found time to embrace two women, burying his face in their breasts.

In a corner of the hall, an oil painting hangs on the wall by the restroom entrance. A flushed businessman is adjusting his bow tie in front of a gilded mirror, while his female companion touches up her makeup. When she uses her pinky finger to blend her lipstick, she accidentally leaves a red mark on her cheek, like a fresh wound.

Waiters hurried out of the corridor, carrying silver trays that were slowly melting in champagne glasses, making a soft crackling sound.

As various environmental information flooded in, Feng Xiuhu's head throbbed with pain, his vision blurred for a moment, and he experienced tinnitus.

Shi whispered a reminder: "Your spirit cannot withstand this kind of torment. You need to learn to control it and try to manage this feeling."

Feng Xiuhu took a deep breath, quickly lowered his head, closed his eyes, and rubbed his temples.

I do not know how long it has been.

"Mr. Feng, are you feeling unwell?"

Hearing a voice, Feng Xiuhu looked up.

Wang Boyu bowed and stood at attention, casting a concerned glance his way.

After Feng Xiuhu waved his hand to indicate that everything was alright, Wang Boyu clapped his hands lightly, and the waiters following behind came forward one by one to bring all the drinks and snacks to the table.

Wang Boyu bent down again and leaned closer, asking cautiously, "Mr. Feng, I noticed you didn't bring a female companion today, so I'm just asking if you need me to make some arrangements?"

Feng Xiuhu's headache was still lingering, and he was getting impatient: "Do you even know why I'm here?"

Wang Boyu was taken aback.

People come to nightclubs to have fun, of course, but this crazy guy seemed to be implying something.

He tried to understand Feng Xiuhu's meaning: "Master Feng, just give the order. As long as it is within my power, I will do my best to do it."

It seems he doesn't know.

Feng Xiuhu pulled out his VIP card and waved it in front of Wang Boyu: "I need to find someone. As for who, you can ask them yourself."

Wang Boyu was at a loss, but he didn't dare to upset Feng Xiuhu any further, so he smiled apologetically and said, "I understand. Then, Mr. Feng, please listen to the song first. I will go and do it right away."

He turned and left again, leaving Feng Xiuhu with no choice but to continue waiting patiently.

at this time.

The crystal chandelier suddenly dimmed.

Feng Xiuhu looked up and could vaguely see in the darkness that the singer from before had already left the stage.

A melodious violin prelude filled the orchestra pit, flowing like silk across the bustling crowd. The once noisy hall fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes turned to the stage.

Judging from this, a leading man is about to take the stage.

Feng Xiuhu raised an eyebrow and observed.

The scarlet velvet curtain slowly opened, and a spotlight fell, illuminating the woman's graceful figure.

When the lights were on, she seemed to glow, like the moon just pulled from the beach.

The woman wore a dark green cheongsam embroidered with peonies in silver thread, the slit revealing glimpses of her fair skin, and two pearls on her earlobes swayed gently with her steps.

A burst of enthusiastic applause and whistles erupted from the audience. Some unrestrained individuals even stood up, raised their glasses, and shouted, "Willow Oriole! Willow Oriole!"

Feng Xiuhu had no expression on his face.

Willow Oriole? He had actually seen that name before—newspapers often dedicated a section to reporting on her. But the problem was, the one standing on the stage was clearly the Goddess of Wind and Rain.

The Wind and Rain Goddess seemed to have noticed Feng Xiuhu on the sofa, which was closest to her.

But she simply smiled slightly at Feng Xiuhu, her slender fingers lightly touching the gilded microphone, and her lips parted slightly as she began to sing tonight's theme song—"Drunk in the Evening Breeze."

"The evening breeze stirs the waves of the sailing city,"

"Neon lights shattered in the center of the wine glass,"

You said you'd only be crazy about me in this lifetime,

"But in the blink of an eye, he pulled her into the tent."

The audience held their breath, and several dancers seemed to have been moved by the song, secretly wiping away tears.

Feng Xiuhu really didn't expect that the Wind and Rain Goddess would actually have some skills, singing so authentically.

"The bells of the upper town tolled twelve times,"

"The old tunes still linger in the gramophone,"

"If you're just a guy playing along,"

Why give me roses with frost on them?

Her voice was like a strong wine mixed with honey, sweet with a hint of bitterness, and the last syllable trembled slightly, like an autumn leaf about to fall.

When she sang with deep emotion, the empress's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a tear hung at the corner of her eye, reflecting a shimmering light under the lamplight.

This dedication deeply impressed Feng Xiuhu.

Several wealthy-looking men in the audience couldn't contain themselves and ordered waiters to bring champagne and flower baskets, vying to send them onto the stage.

The band's saxophonist joined in at the right moment, and the melody suddenly changed key, becoming light and provocative.

The Empress's eyes sparkled, and her fingertips lightly tapped the microphone stand as she began to sing the final verse—

"The red wine glass reflects the blush on her face,"

"Your vows are more absurd than smoke rings."

"Why not dance the foxtrot until dawn?"

Who in the Ming Dynasty still remembers tonight's lie?

The audience was already in an uproar, with men and women embracing and dancing, their cheongsams and suits swirling into blurry blocks of color under the lights.

The curtain of the second-floor VIP box was suddenly flung open, and the generous guest strode to the railing and threw a whole stack of gold vouchers onto the stage.

Golden tickets fluttered down like snowflakes. Liu Ying'er tilted her head back, reached out and caught one, pressed a kiss mark on her red lips, and then gently tossed it to the audience—the whole place erupted in screams.

Although deeply shocked, Feng Xiuhu's face remained expressionless.

He took the gold token that had flown onto his face, held it in his hand and examined it closely—looking at the kiss mark on the token, and then at Liu Ying'er on the stage.

As the last note of the piano faded, Liu Ying'er bowed gracefully, the pearls by her ears shimmering with a mesmerizing light.

The audience erupted in applause, with some shouting "One more song!" and others, in a drunken stupor, attempting to climb onto the stage, only to be stopped by security guards in black coats.

The lights dimmed again, the curtains gradually closed, and Liu Ying'er finished her song and left the stage.

The atmosphere in the hall remained lively, but no longer as frenzied as before.

The enthusiastic guests kept asking the waiters to bring more wine, while the newcomer was asking around how he could have a drink with Liu Ying'er.

Then he was met with disdainful sneers: "Who do you think you are? You're not even worthy to touch a single hair on Liu Ying'er's head!"

P.S.: Everyone has their own hobbies. The Empress of Wind and Rain's heartfelt performance deserves a monthly pass, doesn't it?

(End of this chapter)