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There are four hours left until the wedding ceremony.

In the center of the island, inside a garden building that is a one-to-one replica of a Jiangnan water town, red silk is hung high and large red "double happiness" characters are pasted all over the windows.

According to traditional Chinese customs, Lin Yan must come here today to fetch his bride.

On the male side, Lin Yan was very formal today, wearing a dark red traditional hand-embroidered Tang suit.

He still didn't use hair gel; his wispy hair fluttered slightly in the wind, giving him a carefree and unrestrained air.

Standing next to him was best man Chen Yu, a former top star who once required Xingyao Entertainment to spend 30 million yuan on marketing. At this moment, he wore a huge red flower on his chest and carried a heavy black briefcase, looking exactly like a dutiful security captain.

At the end of the corridor was a heavy huanghuali wood door, from which came the occasional sound of silvery laughter.

The bridesmaids were a star-studded lineup, including Zhang Zifeng, Su Su, and a host of other actresses who had received favors from Lin Yan and are now top-tier stars, blocking the door completely.

"Listen up, you inside! The boss is here to pick up the bride, open the door quickly!" Chen Yu stepped forward and pounded on the door with a confident air.

As the number one lackey in the Chinese entertainment industry, Chen Yu knew this was a golden opportunity for him to climb the ranks like crazy.

"Want to open the door? Sure!" Zhang Zifeng's sly voice came from under the door. "We can't break the rules, first slip in the door-opening red envelope!"

Chen Yu smiled contemptuously and snapped the keypad lock open in his hand.

It didn't contain cash at all. On the left were fifty brand-new Maybach car keys; on the right were access cards for fifty large-scale apartments within the Second Ring Road of Xinghai City.

"Ladies, giving red envelopes is too tacky. This door isn't big enough, so I'll pass the car keys and room key through the window. Is that enough?" Chen Yu said with great arrogance.

There was a brief silence inside the door for two seconds, followed by a low gasp.

Even though these female celebrities are all incredibly wealthy, they were still a bit overwhelmed by this simple and brutal "money power".

For anyone else, the door would have been wide open long ago. But today, the bride, Shen Qingqiu, was sitting inside, and she had long anticipated that Lin Yan would pull this stunt.

"No way! Money can buy things, but it can't buy sincerity!" Su Su's voice came out, trembling slightly, clearly trying to bolster her courage.

"Sister Qingqiu said that Boss Lin is a god in the music industry, so our topic for today's door-blocking challenge must be related to music!"

Outside the door, Lin Yan raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms with interest.

"Bring it on!" Chen Yu patted his chest confidently. "I'll fight for the boss today!"

"Listen carefully, the challenge is: no lyrics, no speaking, only pure vocal technique to sing your love for the bride! Sing until we are satisfied!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yu sneered and cleared his throat.

Without any accompaniment, he took a deep breath and opened his mouth to produce a high-pitched trill in a distinctly R&B style.

He unleashed all the pharyngeal and falsetto techniques he had learned overseas, attempting to overwhelm the bridesmaids with his technical prowess.

"Ah~ Oh~ Yeah~~"

Chen Yu made those few sounds take eighteen turns, his face turning red and his neck bulging from holding it in.

A barrage of merciless criticism immediately flew out from inside the door.

"That's so oily! Did you just get off work at the Daqing Oilfield?"

"It's all technique, no emotion, like haggling with an old lady at the market!"

"Chen Yu, you'd better get out of here. You won't get this door open today!"

Chen Yu's face stiffened, and his voice instantly went into a split. He looked awkwardly at Lin Yan: "Boss, this... they're targeting me."

Lin Yan smiled helplessly and reached out to pull Chen Yu aside.

He stepped forward, stood in front of the carved wooden door, and casually straightened the collar of his Tang suit.

No small talk or elaborate opening gestures were needed. Lin Yan slowly closed his eyes, his chest filling with a deep breath, like a giant bellows.

next second.

There is no prelude, no transition.

A pure and ethereal high note, clear to the extreme, rose like a thunderclap from the ground as it traveled down Lin Yan's throat.

"Ah~~~"

This is not a high note in pop music, nor is it a bel canto tenor.

This is the "dolphin voice," a pure and unadulterated sound that has been lost to the pop music scene for a long time.

The audio frequency was extremely high, yet not a single harsh noise could be heard. It was like an ice sword as thin as a cicada's wing, precisely piercing through the heavy rosewood door.

The sound swirled in the air, sometimes plaintive, like a lonely whale calling for its mate in the deep sea; sometimes soaring high into the clouds, as if breaking through the nine heavens and cleaving the stars.

The amplitude of the sound waves was extremely large, and even the red lanterns hanging on both sides of the corridor began to tremble slightly due to the resonance.

This has long transcended the realm of "singing" and is more like a dimensional reduction attack on the limits of human vocal organs.

The bridesmaids inside the door were instantly frozen in place by this inhuman high-pitched sound.

Zhang Zifeng's phone fell onto the carpet. Su Su covered her mouth, her eyes wide with shock.

In the center of the room, Shen Qingqiu, who was sitting on the wedding bed, had a thin layer of mist welling up in her eyes, which were originally smiling, the moment she heard this voice.

Although there wasn't a single lyric, she understood all the deep affection, magnanimity, and unwavering determination to finally find her home across two lifetimes.

A full thirty seconds.

Lin Yan's vocal range slid smoothly into a triplet at its highest point, sending chills down the spines of the entire audience. Finally, it ended perfectly, like a feather gently tickling everyone's hearts.

The corridor was deathly silent. Chen Yu's mouth was agape, wide enough to fit a duck egg, and a layer of white sweat broke out on his back. He had even felt that if he had listened any longer, the top of his head would have been blown off.

"Click".

The sound of the door lock turning rang out.

Zhang Zifeng blankly opened the door, looked at Lin Yan who was smiling outside, and mechanically stepped aside.

"No need to stop her... how can I stop her..." Su Su muttered to herself, completely giving up on resistance.

Lin Yan swaggered into the room, and amidst the bridesmaids' awe-inspiring gazes, which resembled those of a god, he walked straight to the bedside.

He bent down and looked at Shen Qingqiu, who was dressed in a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe.

"Let's go, honey, it's time to start the main event." Lin Yan's voice returned to its usual lazy and hoarse tone.

Shen Qingqiu burst into laughter through her tears, without any affectation, and wrapped her snow-white arms around Lin Yan's neck. Lin Yan easily picked her up and, amidst a collective gasp, strode out of the room.

The bridesmaids were left looking at each other in bewilderment.

It was only at this moment that they truly realized why those arrogant pop stars in North America could only be obediently humiliated by this man.