I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2081: 1343: Sorry for the Disturbance

Humanity possesses intricate layers.

It harbors its darker aspects, yet it also boasts moments of true splendor.

Within the confines of a slaughterhouse, a lamb awaiting its fate might envy another's getaway, but it will undoubtedly offer silent well-wishes.

For in situations beyond alteration, envisioning oneself in another's luck, picturing others as your own self, serves as a kind of personal salvation.

It's akin to.

In a gloomy, light-deprived sewer, the firmly shut manhole lid shifted ever so slightly, opening just a sliver, yet allowing a single beam of light to pierce through.

Undoubtedly.

That single beam fails to deliver any real warmth, yet it at least confirms the existence of light in the world.

And.

Someone is reveling in its glow.

Upon the stage, following a two-year absence, Jin Zhuxuan truly dazzled beneath the brilliant spotlights, stepping into the spotlight amid the crowd's rapt attention.

Stunned.

Awe-struck.

Then, overjoyed.

The thunderous applause exploded without warning, nearly deafening everyone present.

The world of entertainment proves merciless, fading from view means fading from relevance, particularly in the cutthroat landscape of Korea, where launching a career marks only the start, and idols grind through endless schedules to stay in the public eye.

Yet mishaps are inevitable.

Conventions exist to be upended.

No additional fanfare required; her appearance speaks volumes on its own.

The expansive 180-degree display halted on Jin Zhuxuan’s visage.

Years later, the countenance that once dominated Korea's charts retained its formidable allure.

And.

The span from twenty to twenty-five represents a woman's peak bloom.

FOX proved accommodating, unconcerned about being overshadowed, positioning themselves like satellites around a central orb, yielding the focal point to the evening's enigmatic special invitee.

The relentless surges of acclaim showed no signs of waning, persisting without pause for a couple of minutes, causing Boss Jiang, positioned at the stage's periphery, to experience ear strain, prompting him to raise a hand and gently shield them.

This endearing action felt a tad out of character for him, though amid the vast throng, who could possibly observe?

Despite his proximity to the platform, its vast scale ensured that spotting him in the sea of spectators would require sheer fortune, even for the performers atop it.

“Hello everyone, I am Jin Zhuxuan, it’s been ages since I last saw you all, thank you for still keeping me in mind.”

With the noise unlikely to subside anytime soon, Jin Zhuxuan wasted no further time and grasped the mic.

“Ah…”

The clamor intensified further.

Certain fans' cheeks turned crimson, their right arms thrust skyward in fervor, as if struggling for air.

Little surprise that tales of deaths at certain celebrities' shows hold truth.

“Everyone, please calm down a bit, Zhuxuanxi hasn’t graced the stage in ages, she might get jittery.”

FOX’s captain Park Taeyang advanced, offering a playful remark to ease the mood, while sidestepping the touchy subject of Jin Zhuxuan’s overseas stint, thereby reasserting the homegrown group's visibility to the crowd.

Those fit to lead possess distinct talents.

“I’m deeply grateful to FOX for this chance to reunite with you here, just as you’ve never left my thoughts, I’ve held onto memories of you all. So, let’s unite and deliver today’s show together!”

Jin Zhuxuan seamlessly continued, capping it with a heartfelt hand sign, elevating the arena's energy to unprecedented heights.

Spotlights shifted.

The culminating collaborative act of the night commenced,

Differing from prior appearances, Jin Zhuxuan’s attire hinted that the track with FOX leaned away from fiery or flirtatious vibes, thus minimizing dance pairings, emphasizing vocal synergy instead.

Such had been the pattern during recent practice sessions.

“너는갑자기방자한웃음소리로산허리를맴돌았다…”

Despite her extended time outside Korea, her honed abilities remained intact, bolstered by rigorous last-minute drills, enabling Jin Zhuxuan to exhibit dance prowess rivaling her pre-hiatus form, even if the outfit toned down the allure, the motions flowed with grace and precision.

Captivating attention doesn't always demand overt sensuality; restraint without exaggeration can prove even more captivating.

At the platform's brink.

Observing Jin Zhuxuan perform so near yet distant, Boss Jiang found himself unable to suppress a subtle upturn of his lips, forming an expression of profound satisfaction.

To his chagrin, it bears admitting.

As her employer, this marked his inaugural live viewing of her in a formal concert setting.

That prior roadside act doesn't qualify.

The opening number wrapped up flawlessly, with seamless interplay between parties mirroring practice outcomes. Returning to the homeland stage after such an interval demanded more than a single tune; thus, Jin Zhuxuan and FOX delivered a duo of performances.

The initial piece excelled, yet as they transitioned to the follow-up… an issue surfaced.

Though labeling it a true mishap might overstate, midway through, Liu Junxiang unexpectedly neared Jin Zhuxuan, attempting to clasp her hand.

Hand-holding qualifies as standard choreography, unlikely to raise eyebrows among viewers, yet per the scripted run-through, no such element existed.

Indicating Liu Junxiang was opting for on-the-spot creativity.

Infusing personal flair during a live show carries no harm; numerous performers deviate from cues, ad-libbing dialogue or gestures, which often birth memorable highlights shared far and wide.

However, the catch lies in.

Solo improvisation poses no issue, provided the counterpart plays along.

This principle applies equally to theater and concert settings.

Caught off-guard without prior notice, Jin Zhuxuan reacted on reflex, instinctively sidestepping to evade Liu Junxiang’s grasp.

It qualified as a genuine onstage blunder.

Luckily, both were seasoned pros; beyond this fleeting "hiccup," no further irregularities emerged, as they smoothly separated, preserving poise, unwavering in steps or vocals, such that even vigilant watchers might doubt if it occurred at all.