"I don't need to guess. Which of Ye Chen's songs hasn't been a hit? Go check the music charts—they're practically all taken over by his songs."
"I love the cheeky, roguish feel of this song. It sounds amazing!"
"Actually, I've noticed that the roguish guys around me treat their wives really well. The men who seem honest and dependable on the surface are the ones who treat their wives just so-so."
"That's so true. Some men even look refined and honest, but still hit their wives."
"Ye Chen is incredible. He can handle any style. There's really nothing he can't sing. I'm down on my knees before his suit pants all over again."
"Wow~ Help~ He's so handsome! Why do I find Ye Chen even more charming when he's being a little roguish like this?"
"This song really has a vibe~"
"I love Ye Chen so much. He's first-rate at singing, first-rate as a person, and first-rate at loving his wife!"
"If you can sing, you can do whatever you want. Somehow, everything you sing sounds good."
"..."
Onstage.
After Ye Chen played the final note, he looked at the handsome, roguish guy and asked, "How was 'You Asked for It'? Did I sing it well?"
"Absolutely! It was fantastic! Life has all kinds of characters, but a real man never turns back. I wouldn't turn around to look at that stinking woman again even if they beat me to death. Thanks, Ye Chen, for singing such a great song. I feel a lot better now." The handsome, roguish guy nodded again and again. Ye Chen had sung away all the frustration in his heart, and he felt much more at ease.
Ye Chen smiled. "No need to thank me. If it made you feel better, then it was worth