Chapter 40: Want to Propose Marriage for Qian Qian?

The six of them chatted idly as they ate a simple dinner.

Thanks to Qian Qian's boisterous insistence, Peng Fei ended up footing the bill.

Afterwards, Qian Qian seemed brimming with energy, dragging everyone in the direction of a KTV.

Since training at the martial arts school had switched to an every-other-day schedule and there was no session tomorrow, Zhang Ze went along with the merriment.

...

"The Same Song"

"This KTV has quite an artistic name," Zhang Ze whispered with a soft chuckle as he followed Qian Qian inside.

"It's not just the décor that's got style—the girls at the front desk are even more attractive!"

Seeing the shameless look on Qian Qian's face, Zhang Ze felt an urge to hit him.

When they entered the lobby, he couldn't help but glance a couple of times at the receptionist.

He had to admit, Qian Qian’s taste in this area was indeed excellent.

While pushing Peng Fei toward the counter to pay for the private room, Qian Qian immediately started flirting with the receptionist.

"Qingxue, why don’t you come hang out in our room later?"

Zhang Ze smacked his forehead; for an instant, he saw in Qian Qian the shadow of Fatty.

Not wanting to embarrass himself, Zhang Ze quickly stepped forward, grabbed Qian Qian by the collar, and dragged him toward their room.

"What are you pulling me for?"

"Qingxue and I are truly in love!"

Despite being dragged away, Qian Qian still wouldn’t behave, muttering his complaints the whole way.

...

As Zhang Ze led the group into their room, he didn’t notice that two middle-aged men in the lobby had their eyes on them.

The bald one wore a shirt with only two buttons fastened.

His gaze followed Zhang Ze’s group into their room, then he smiled slyly at his companion. "See that?"

"Two of those kids are twins."

The bald man’s tone was lewd and mocking.

His companion, with a close-cropped head and an energetic look, snorted. "So what? You want to mess around with those twins?"

Knowing his friend’s tastes were questionable, the crew-cut man wasn’t too surprised.

"Damn, two identical faces—imagine the thrill of having them both at once!"

"Heh..."

...

"You and her, truly in love?"

Zhang Ze tossed Qian Qian onto the sofa with a sneer.

"If you really are, why not say you’ll marry her?"

Hearing this, Qian Qian sat up straight. "Who says I wouldn’t? It’s just that her mom and my dad both don’t approve!"

Zhang Ze’s eyes widened; he hadn’t expected Qian Qian to be such an innocent sort.

But the thought instantly vanished. "He, innocent? If that’s true, there’d be no scoundrels left in the world."

"Don’t doubt it—both our families know about me and Qingxue," Qian Qian replied seriously, catching Zhang Ze’s skepticism.

"Are you two going to sing or not?"

"Yeah, come on, forget about innocence—Zhang, let’s belt out a song together," called out Jinlong and Jinyu from the back.

After sharing a meal, everyone had already figured out what kind of character Qian Qian was.

Romance with the KTV girl? Who’s he trying to fool, a ghost?

Reminded by the Jinlong brothers, Zhang Ze didn’t bother arguing. He grabbed a microphone and got ready.

"Damn! No one believes the truth these days," Qian Qian grumbled, well aware of everyone’s attitude.

Clearly, they were questioning his character.

"Fine, what would it take for you to believe Qingxue and I are truly in love?"

Qian Qian strutted up to the little stage in the room, microphone in hand, and challenged the group.

"Unless you sing ‘A Boatman’s Love’ with her!"

Peng Fei, who usually stuttered, spoke up smoothly this time.

It was clear that after dinner, he was fitting right in.

"Just you wait—I’ll go get Qingxue!"

To everyone’s surprise, Qian Qian agreed so easily.

As he left the room, Peng Fei glanced around at the others.

They all shook their heads, thinking, "Does this guy really have a story with the KTV girl? Some secret love-hate drama?"

"Forget it, let’s sing a single’s anthem for ourselves," someone suggested.

With Qian Qian gone, the room soon filled with off-key singing.

...

About five minutes later, Qian Qian actually returned, holding the front desk girl’s hand.

"I can’t hold onto love, all I can do is watch it slip away..."

Cai Hu was just getting into the song when he saw the two walk in hand in hand.

"What the hell!"

"Girl, are you blind?"

The first shout came from Cai Hu. One moment he was lamenting his singlehood, the next he was stunned at the sight of Qian Qian holding the girl’s hand.

The second was Peng Fei, who thought Qingxue standing next to Qian Qian was like a swan with a toad clinging to her back.

"I, Liu Qianqian, and Qingxue—absolutely, truly in love!"

Standing on the little stage, Qian Qian declared flamboyantly.

Qingxue took the microphone next and said sweetly, "I, Qingxue, sincerely want to be with Qian Qian!"

Then, to everyone’s amazement, the two of them began to sing "A Boatman’s Love" together, gazing into each other’s eyes.

"Sister, you sit at the bow of the boat—"

"Brother, I walk along the shore—"

...

When the song finally ended, the others snapped out of their daze.

Peng Fei was the first to react. Suddenly his back didn’t ache, his legs didn’t feel weak, and he spoke fluently.

"Liu, from now on, you’re my blood brother. About that thing you asked me earlier, I’ve been thinking... Actually, my dad really did spend some time in Heyue City that year. Who knows, maybe we really are brothers!"

Though his words were directed at Qian Qian, Peng Fei’s eyes never left Qingxue.

"Haha!"

Liu Qianqian laughed wildly, grabbing Peng Fei’s head in both hands, his voice excited. "I think so too—we’re definitely brothers!"

One was after the girl, the other after the lottery jackpot.

And so, the two became "brothers."

Who knows what their mothers would think if they heard this.

...

Thanks to Qian Qian’s antics, the music in the room fell silent.

"If you two are really serious, why don’t your families approve?"

Zhang Ze was puzzled and felt a little guilty for having underestimated Qian Qian.

"Sigh—Zhang, you don’t know. My dad’s so old-fashioned. He insists I have to marry a martial artist."

"My mom feels the same," Qingxue chimed in.

Turning to Qian Qian, she asked, "You’ve been training at the martial arts school for so long. Why haven’t you leveled up yet?"

"It’s not that easy!" Qian Qian grumbled, then his eyes lit up.

"Wait! My brothers here are all martial artists. If they come with me to your house to propose, your mom will see how many martial artist friends I have—"

"Maybe then she won’t be so stubborn?"

He eyed Zhang Ze and the others, inspiration striking him.