Chapter Two: A Sunny Day Song That Takes the Music World by Storm

No matter how well Chen Nian sang, Sister Mei would push the blame onto him, thereby at least temporarily resolving the issue of the mysterious guest. As for what would happen next, they could worry about that later. For now, the most important thing was to ensure that the concert could go on smoothly.

“No!” Luo Xiaoyi shook her head, firmly rejecting Sister Mei’s proposal.

If they really did that, Chen Nian’s life would undoubtedly become much more difficult, and she didn’t want her own problems to burden him.

“Xiaoyi, please trust me.” Chen Nian looked into her eyes and spoke gently.

“Are you… sure?” Luo Xiaoyi wavered as she met his resolute gaze.

Chen Nian nodded, repeating softly, “Xiaoyi, please trust me.”

“Alright, I trust you. I’ll go up with you,” Luo Xiaoyi agreed after a moment of inner struggle.

“Do you know what song you’re going to sing?” she asked in a low voice as they walked toward the stage.

Chen Nian nodded. “One I wrote myself, ‘Sunny Day’.”

As he spoke, Chen Nian apologized profusely to Zhou Dong in his heart.

Although he had his own original works, compared to the universally beloved songs of King Zhou, his could only be considered humble offerings beside masterpieces.

“You write songs too?” Luo Xiaoyi was pleasantly surprised.

Chen Nian smiled faintly. “Working as your assistant, I picked up a thing or two and tried my hand at it.”

“Do you have a demo? Let me listen?”

He shook his head. “I haven’t recorded it yet. This will be the debut performance.”

“Hehe, I’m looking forward to it,” Luo Xiaoyi patted his shoulder with a smile.

By this point, Luo Xiaoyi had resigned herself to whatever might happen. The outcome no longer mattered to her.

Even if she couldn’t appear on shows for a year, couldn’t release new songs or hold concerts, or attend any commercial events, she could still sing—for herself. As long as she could do that, she was satisfied.

When Luo Xiaoyi led Chen Nian onto the stage, the audience was momentarily stunned, then erupted into a deafening roar of questions.

“Who is that guy? Never seen him before. He’s kind of handsome—is he a new artist from Hearttrace Entertainment?”

“No, isn’t this supposed to be the special guest’s slot? Where’s the Goddess Lin? I want Goddess Lin!”

“Yes, we want Goddess Lin! We want Goddess Lin!”

Seeing the crowd’s mood, Luo Xiaoyi turned to Chen Nian and smiled helplessly.

There was no helping it—Lin Xinrou was the star of Hearttrace Entertainment.

It was no exaggeration to say a third of tonight’s fans were here for her.

Now that the concert was halfway through and Lin Xinrou had yet to appear, their agitation was perfectly understandable.

“Everyone, here’s the situation: our scheduled special guest couldn’t make it for certain reasons, so now we’d like to invite Chen Nian to perform a song for us. Would that be alright?” Luo Xiaoyi quickly composed herself and addressed the crowd in a gentle tone.

“No! We want Goddess Lin!”

“Yeah, we want to hear Goddess Lin sing! Who the hell is this guy? We don’t even know him!”

“Get off the stage! Get off! We want Goddess Lin! We want Goddess Lin!”

“Boo—!”

“Boo—!!”

Boos began to echo throughout the arena, coming from all directions.

Luo Xiaoyi glanced at Chen Nian, a little surprised; she had expected him to be intimidated by the scene.

To her surprise, he remained calm and composed, unshaken by the fervor of the fans.

“Everyone, please calm down.”

Chen Nian took the microphone and said, “Just give me the length of one song. I’ll sing just one, and I’ll leave immediately after.”

“Get off!”

“Get off!”

“Get off!”

Lin Xinrou’s fans didn’t even want to spare him a single song—they just wanted this imposter, who had taken their goddess’s spot, to get lost as soon as possible.

If possible, they’d never see him again.

Luo Xiaoyi’s fans hadn’t been bothered by a few minutes lost, but now the concert was descending into chaos, and their feelings toward Chen Nian were souring as well.

“Can you just get off? We came to see Xiaoyi, not you!”

“Who do you think you are, asking for a song’s time? Do you even deserve it?”

“If Xiaoyi keeps associating with this man, I’m turning from a fan into a hater!”

Seeing the situation spiraling out of control, Luo Xiaoyi was about to ask Chen Nian to step down when she saw him already standing at the microphone, adjusting his guitar strings.

“Next, I’d like to present a song I wrote, ‘Sunny Day’. I hope you like it.”

The audience burst into laughter.

An unknown nobody, singing his own song?

No one had any expectations for him now.

Some people at the back of the auditorium stood up, ready to leave at any moment.

Chen Nian paid them no mind, gently strumming his guitar, performing solo without accompaniment.

They could insult the old Chen Nian all they wanted, but to insult the person he was now?

Sorry, but he was about to show them what real music was.

Despite the torrent of jeers, Chen Nian remained undisturbed. With the rhythm, he began to sing softly.

“The little yellow flower of the story has been drifting since the year it was born.

The childhood swing, swaying along with memories to this very day.

Re So So Si Do Si La.

So La Si Si Si Si La Si La So.”

His voice was light and gentle. After just two lines, he had already captured the ears of most of the audience.

The shouts and curses gradually faded, replaced by confusion and astonishment.

Even Luo Xiaoyi on stage looked at Chen Nian, half-familiar, half-strange, with an expression of disbelief.

“What is this? I’ve never heard it before. It’s kind of nice.”

“Are your ears broken? It’s more than nice—it’s beautiful! I… I miss my mom now!”

“Alright, I’ll let him have his song. Whether I keep booing afterward, I’ll decide when he’s done.”

“Watching the prelude and gazing at the sky, I remember petals trying to fall.

The day I skipped class for you, the day the petals fell.

That classroom—why can’t I see it anymore?

The vanished rainy day—I wish I could feel it again.

I never thought I’d still have the courage I lost, and I want to ask once more.

Will you wait, or will you leave? On that windy day, I tried to hold your hand.

But the rain kept falling, until you vanished from my sight.

How long will it take before I stand beside you? Until the sunny day comes,

Maybe then I’ll feel a little better…”

When the song ended, everyone was left standing there in a daze.

Even those who had left hurried back upon hearing the last lingering notes, unable to believe what they had just missed.