Manipulative Harem God

Chapter 323 Concert (1)

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Hu Ning, caught in the complex web of her past, stood silent. Facing Sun Qiang was always a challenge, and even her hypnosis seemed to falter in his presence.

The necklace adorning his neck acted as an impenetrable shield, protecting him from her attempts to influence him.

She had made countless efforts to remove it, but Sun Qiang guarded that necklace more fiercely than his own life.

Originally hailing from Azlaterra, Hu Ning was revered as a deity or goddess by a small tribe residing in the Sylvan Rainforests.

This tribe worshipped a snake deity, and Hu Ning held a significant place in their religious beliefs. During a trip to the Sylvan Rainforests accompanied by his father Sun Tao, Sun Qiang became enchanted by Hu Ning's beauty.

The tribe, reluctant to part with their revered goddess, faced a dire ultimatum. Hu Ning, aware that her tribe would face eradication if she refused, chose to follow Sun Qiang to Hanland.

To justify her avoidance of marriage, she presented a unique condition – she claimed to be cursed and incapable of marrying anyone before turning thirty, a condition supported by her distinctive red eyes, which she used as tangible evidence of her supposed curse.

Sun Qiang, once enchanted by Hu Ning's charm, had gradually grown skeptical of her excuses. Seeking advice from various cultivators, the unanimous verdict was that she was deceiving him. His patience waned as doubts took root.

Thirty minutes later, Hu Ning stood outside Zhou Jiajia's door, urgency in her voice as she knocked. "Zara, how much longer? The concert begins at 8!"

Inside the room, Zhou Jiajia faced a life threatening crisis. Holding the eleventh dress before the mirror, discarded outfits formed a chaotic landscape. Each dress underwent rigorous scrutiny in her quest to discover the perfect ensemble for the evening.

*Boom!* The door swung open forcefully, revealing Hu Ning's exasperation. She took in the scene, a room strewn with fashion casualties, and demanded, "Zara, what exactly are you doing?"

Zhou Jiajia responded nonchalantly, "Selecting a dress."

Hu Ning's expression danced through a myriad of emotions. "So, what happened to 'I don't care, everything looks good on me'?"

Zhou Jiajia, in the midst of selecting a dress, replied, "Well, I care now."

Hu Ning's eyes rolled in mock exasperation. "And I thought we were making progress..." She shook her head, caught between amusement and bewilderment. "Do you want me to ask them to push the concert back by half an hour?"

With a dramatic nod, Zhou Jiajia affirmed, "Please do."

Hu Ning sighed, her phone emerging as a lifeline to communicate the adjustment to the event managers, in an attempt to accommodate Zhou Jiajia's evolving fashion whims.

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The rhythmic pulse of the music echoed through Century Stadium, setting the stage for an unforgettable night. The crowd, a sea of ecstatic fans, erupted into cheers and applause as the stadium lights danced in harmony with the beats. The anticipation was booming, and the vibrant energy in the air seemed to crackle with excitement.

Backstage, Zhou Jiajia, now adorned in an exquisite red gown that shimmered under the stage lights, took a deep breath. Hu Ning, her manager, offered words of encouragement amidst the distant roars of the crowd.

As the curtain lifted, revealing the dazzling stage, Zhou Jiajia stepped into the spotlight, greeted by a tidal wave of cheers.

The deafening applause and enthusiastic shouts created a symphony of devotion, and Zhou Jiajia couldn't help but smile, absorbing the boundless love from her fans.

"Thank you, Century Stadium! Are you ready for an unforgettable night?" Zhou Jiajia's voice echoed through the arena, and the crowd responded with a resounding roar.

The concert unfolded, each note resonating with the cheers and applause of the fervent audience, creating a magical connection between the idol and her adoring fans.

Zhou Jiajia, basking in the energy of the crowd, raised the microphone to her lips, "Dongjiang! How's everyone feeling tonight?"

The crowd erupted into cheers, hands waving, and lightsticks creating a mesmerizing display. Zhou Jiajia continued, "I missed you all so much. Tonight, let's create unforgettable memories together!"

Hu Ning, standing backstage, couldn't help but feel proud. "They adore her," she remarked to herself, watching the spectacle unfold.

As Zhou Jiajia belted out her hit songs, the crowd sang along, their voices merging with hers. In a moment of interaction, she paused and said, "I want to hear you, Dongjiang! Sing with me!"

The response was thunderous, and the stadium echoed with the collective voices of thousands of fans. The concert was not just a performance; it was a shared experience, a celebration of music and unity.

As the night progressed, Zhou Jiajia engaged in playful banter with the audience, sharing anecdotes and laughter. "You guys are my strength," she declared, and the stadium erupted once again.

"She's like a completely different person now," Xiong Mei exclaimed, donned in the same vibrant yellow dress she'd chosen earlier. It perfectly resonated with her vibrant energy, making her stand out even in the midst of the bustling crowd.

Zhang Wei, seated beside her in the front row, nodded thoughtfully. "People tend to switch up their behavior depending on the circumstances."

Xiong Mei's eyes twitched, shaking her head. "You're not enjoying the show?"

"It's good," Zhang Wei replied. Then, with a sly grin, he added, "But I'd prefer a more personal performance backstage."

Xiong Mei's expression remained unreadable.

As if sensing their banter, Zhou Jiajia pulled off a surprising move. "I heard we have some special guests tonight. Zhang Wei and Xiong Mei, where are you?" Spotlights focused on their section, and the crowd erupted in cheers. Zhou Jiajia winked, "Welcome to the party!"

The sudden cascade of lights startled Zhang Wei and Xiong Mei, eliciting a wry smile from Zhang Wei. The crowd's cheers swelled even louder as they glimpsed Xiong Mei, dressed no less extravagantly than Zhou Jiajia herself.

As the spotlight enveloped them, the initial surprise on Zhang Wei's face transformed into a calm acknowledgment. The crowd's cheer, now directed at Xiong Mei's stunning appearance, escalated to an even greater roar.

Zhou Jiajia, microphone in hand, seized the moment. "Looks like we've got some VIPs in the house! How about a round of applause for Zhang Wei and Xiong Mei?"