The Wife I Picked Up Is Too Fierce

c director revealed a look of enjoyment.
The Commerce Department director at the side rubbed his ears fiercely.
Be it the executives or the big shots in the music industry, they were instantly conquered by Feng Qing’s voice.
Feng Qing’s voice was melodious, and the strongest female voice on the earth appeared perfectly in the recording studio, giving everyone an incomparably shocking impact on their hearing.

Wang Jingwen’s body trembled.
She was engulfed by Feng Qing’s voice.
Han Yu, the manager, felt like his chin was going to fall to the ground.
Feng Qing’s singing today was completely different from her voice at the audition.
It was as if the Siren was singing on the reef.
She was just like her name!

Feng Qing sang very devotedly, and everyone was intoxicated by her singing.
‘Windmill Fairytale’ had pulled everyone back to that young and frivolous, innocent and naive era.
Han Yu was wearing a listening earpiece and listening to the music without the original sound of the accompaniment.
The words were clear, the pronunciation standard was extremely high, and there was no sound of breathing at all.
It was stable like he was listening to a fixed sample.

Unknowingly, Feng Qing had finished singing the entire song.
Han Yu had already forgotten that she was only allowed to sing the first part.
The music in the recording studio was still ringing.
Everyone was immersed in their memories and did not react for a long time.

The corners of Li Shaoqun’s lips curled up as he looked at Feng Qing, his eyes flashing with a myriad of stars.
In the past, he had always listened to Feng Qing’s recorded audio on the Internet.
Now that he had listened to her live singing, it caused all the muscles in his body to twitch with excitement.
How could there be someone who could sing so well in the world!

When Feng Qing was singing, he even secretly followed her.
The conclusion was that he couldn’t seem to keep up with Feng Qing and his emotions weren’t as full as Feng Qing’s.

“Good, that’s great!” Li Shaoqun exclaimed and clapped.

He was very glad that his insistence was right.
To be able to work with a singer like Feng Qing was the most important thing on his music path, and also the thing he was most proud of.

Everyone applauded.
Facts spoke louder than words.
After the song was finished, no one questioned whether Feng Qing was the Siren.
If she wasn’t the Siren, then who was?

Wang Jingwen also clapped her hands in agreement.
Her expression was very unnatural, and the look she gave Feng Qing was extremely complicated.
She knew very well that she had lost terribly, but she didn’t want to admit it.

“Jingwen, you should go in too.
It’s a rare chance.
If you sing a song with the Siren, there might be new sparks,” Han Yu suddenly suggested.