My CEO Husband Has Some Issues

Grasping the fabric of her clothing with her left hand, she spoke nervously, her voice trembling, “It’s just that I’m quite average, maybe… maybe…”

She was giving herself a chance, yet she feared she might not do well and bring trouble to others.

Seeing how nervous she was, Estelle had already lost hope and tugged at Rong Yan’s sleeve, gesturing, “Rong Yan…”

She intended to say that lip-syncing was better than a stage mishap.

But unexpectedly, the radiant woman had already taken the initiative and said, “It’s fine, as long you’re willing to help me.”

The girl’s eyes lit up instantly, and she blurted out eagerly, “I’m willing!”

Fearing that if she delayed her response Rong Yan might not want her anymore.

“Then I’ll go find you a violin, and we can find a place to practice together first. Actually, there’s one more thing I need your help with—I need you to sing backup for me,” Rong Yan said earnestly.

Qi Yue felt her eyes well up with tears when she heard Rong Yan mention she’d also have her sing backup. She had always been the pride of her small hometown—the whole village knew she was off to Capital City to become a big star. She too believed no one around her had the same musical talent. Full of hopes of standing out, she embarked on her journey. But reality dealt her a harsh blow. After three years of obscurity at KT Entertainment, she finally understood that standing out required more than just solid expertise or playing a couple of instruments.

There were too many here who could play one or two instruments, and even more who were prettier and came from better backgrounds.

She was just another face in the crowd, where standing out seemed harder than reaching the heavens.

Like this time, Fu Ya, who was less talented than her, could leverage her family background to land a spot in a top star’s performance and show her face on stage.

Xia Xue, who had a sweeter mouth and was better at currying favor, could also ride on Fu Ya’s coattails and accompany her.

Whereas she, she could only come here to do odd jobs, without even the chance to look at what was going on in front.

But suddenly, everything had changed. Not only could she take the stage, but she would also be doing what she loved most, letting everyone hear her voice…

Qi Yue, overwhelmed with emotion, could barely contain herself, her eyes brimming with tears as she clutched Rong Yan’s hands tightly, “Thank you, Sister Rong Yan, thank you.”

Rong Yan squeezed her palm, signaling her to calm down, and said with a smile, “Come on, you’re actually doing me a favor by stepping in. I should be the one thanking you. Having you sing backing vocals with me on stage is for the show’s effect, there’s nothing to thank me for. Let’s go get the violin. We need to practice first.”

Qi Yue, having seen her share of coldness and warmth in the world, silently made a note of Rong Yan’s kindness in her heart and nodded emphatically.

Rong Yan looked over at Estelle before saying, “Sister Estelle, do you know where we can find a piano and violin?”

Seeing that she had decided to trust Qi Yue and let her fill in, Estelle glanced at Qi Yue in resignation without saying much and replied, “I know a place, follow me! There are more than a dozen acts before yours, and you need to hurry since you’ve made your decision.”

“Okay.”

With Qi Yue in tow, the three of them hurried off toward the place Estelle mentioned.