“Ahem!” Hua Chenxue cleared his throat and said proudly,
“Yingjiang Country is indeed nice. I’ve got quite a few fans over there. In the future, I’m planning a global tour across Europe and America. That country will most likely be the first stop.”
“……” Everyone was stunned.
The live stream chat exploded:
“Wow! Amazing! A concert tour in the U.S.!?”
“She’s going global?! As expected from the god of music—Hua Hua is the best! YYDS!”
“Always support, always love Hua Hua. The other male guests don’t even compare!”
Taking advantage of the moment, the production team played Hua Chenxue’s promotional video.
As a “famous” singer in the entertainment circle, everyone knew him, but formalities like these were still necessary—after all, a little extra exposure never hurt during voting.
As fans went wild, Hua Chenxue’s vote count skyrocketed like a bull charging at a red flag, quickly outpacing Zhang Haoliang’s rising votes.
The atmosphere was on fire—
But… there’s always someone who likes to throw in a wrench.
“When exactly?” Liu Lang asked casually.
“????” Hua Chenxue froze.
“What year specifically?” Liu Lang asked earnestly.
“Ahem… Soon. It’s in the planning stages…”
“(￣ー￣*|||”
“What do you mean by that?” Hua Chenxue was clearly annoyed.
“Nothing. Just curious.” Liu Lang shrugged and kept eating.
He swore he meant no harm.
From what he remembered in his past life, he’d never heard of this guy doing a world tour. Even the big-name Mars tour didn’t go past Taiwan.
So yeah—he was really just curious.
…
Liu Lang’s curiosity once again livened up the atmosphere.
The stream chat blew up. Some people laughed hard, others roasted Liu Lang nonstop.
Seeing this, Liu Tianxian and the others couldn’t help but hide their smirks.
Zhang Haoliang’s eyes lit up, and he quickly jumped in:
“That’s amazing! The U.S. has a great music scene—you have to go there. Once you’ve got a schedule, let me know. I’ve got friends in music over there—like the band Different Seed. I can ask them to open for you.”
“Ah yes… Different Seed.” Hua Chenxue nodded, pretending to know.
“…” Zhang Haoliang’s mouth twitched. “It’s Different Seed, not different kinds of seeds.”
Pfft! Liu Lang couldn’t hold in a laugh.
Zhang Haoliang turned and frowned:
“What’s so funny?”
“Caught a cramp.” Liu Lang awkwardly tried to stop laughing.
“No, you were definitely laughing.”
“Overthinking it. I just thought the name sounded funny.”
“??”
“Actually, fans usually call them Mongrels.”
“That’s vulgar!!” Zhang Haoliang snapped.
“(￣o￣)” The other guests looked at each other, bewildered.
Liu Lang spread his hands, looking helpless:
“That’s what the diehard fans call them. Even the band themselves find it endearing. How’d it become vulgar with you?”
“Nonsense!” Zhang Haoliang didn’t believe it.
“Wanna see? I can hop a firewall and show you the forum. Or, since you’re so close with them, maybe just call them and ask?”
“This…”
“Don’t over-romanticize foreign bands. Most are just fooling around, born from low-budget hippie culture—not exactly high-class.”
Hearing this, Zhang Haoliang was left speechless.
And the stream chat blew up with agreement.
…
Meanwhile, the food had been served. Yang Mi and others smoothly switched the topic and invited everyone to eat.
Zhang Haoliang clapped and signaled. A staff member pushed over a cart with grilled steak and prepped red wine.
Propping his chin with his hand (and showing off his flashy watch), Zhang Haoliang smiled around the table:
“It’s a great honor to treat all the goddesses here today. Gotta have a sense of occasion. This steak is top-grade wagyu from Japan—I grilled it myself. Hope you all enjoy it.”
“Wow! What a treat!” Reba’s eyes sparkled. Everyone perked up.
Zhang Haoliang subtly moved his wrist again and added:
“And what’s steak without red wine? I brought a bottle of ‘99 Lafite. Not quite ’82, but still rare. Let’s have a taste.”
The table looked surprised.
Shi Mingyi blurted out:
“Not bad! I drink Lafite often, but yeah, ’99 is pretty hard to find in China.”
“Exactly! My buddy’s the official Lafite distributor in China. Except for the ’82, which barely circulates anymore, I can get pretty much any year. This batch just arrived from overseas—I got first dibs.”
“Impressive. Must be pricey.”
“Not too bad. Got a good deal through friends. This bottle? Just around…”
Zhang Haoliang waved it off with a smug little smile, then had the staff pour and serve everyone.
The chat instantly exploded again:
“Nearly ¥30,000 a bottle and he says ‘just’!?!”
“Ultimate humblebrag!!”
“That wagyu isn’t cheap either!”
“This season of Heart’s Desire is really turning into Luxury Container…”
“Well duh—he’s trying to win over top celebs like Liu Tianxian and Yang Mi. Gotta go all out! And don’t forget, Zhang Haoliang’s a successful businessman. To him, a few grand is like a few bucks.”
“You’re exaggerating. It’s probably like a few cents to him! Did y’all see his watch? That’s a Richard Mille… 2 million plus!”
“Bruh… I’m not worthy of love anymore.”
“This hurts my soul…”
Despite all the griping, Zhang Haoliang’s votes skyrocketed again.
Money really was charming.
People might complain about high-stakes romance, but the “prince and princess” fantasy still hits the spot for most.
…
Glasses clinked, and the feast began.
Liu Lang didn’t stand on ceremony—he picked up his chopsticks and dug right in.
The three other male guests already had issues with him.
Now seeing him eat steak with chopsticks, their expressions soured.
Shi Mingyi couldn’t help but sneer:
“That’s not really appropriate. You’re supposed to use a knife and fork for steak.”
“Sorry,” Liu Lang said, still eating, “but in the Dragon Kingdom, I’m not used to using anything but chopsticks.”
“There’s a certain respect in using the correct utensils.”
“Respect for whom? Amaterasu? Or Jehovah?” Liu Lang pointed east, then west.
“Uh…” Shi Mingyi froze.
Pfft! Liu Tianxian and the others burst out laughing.
The chat, once again, blew up:
“He’s right! Who said you have to use a fork for steak? I’ll eat however I damn please. You got a problem?”
“So uncultured! You’ll get laughed at overseas!”
“Laugh at what? This is China! You add milk to tea and it’s considered elegant, but using chopsticks at home suddenly makes us unrefined? Lmao—you must’ve been calcium-deficient as a kid from kneeling too long. Go get some sun, bro.”
“Exactly! In the Dragon Kingdom, we’re not used to anything but chopsticks! That’s confidence. Got a problem with it?”
“Let me educate y’all. China had knife-and-fork-like utensils as early as the Spring and Autumn period. But over time, our ancestors realized chopsticks were the most advanced, scientific, and culturally appropriate dining tool.”
“Facts! Upvoting Liu Lang for that one!”
The stream was wild again.
Liu Lang didn’t even try, and his vote count started climbing steadily.
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