Everyone's heart harbored the same thought.
Except for Wu Xue and Katarina, standing at the very back, these two women were the only ones who had witnessed Cao Baiming's true power.
He was improvising, and judging by his engrossed gaze, he was already immersed in it!
Cao Baiming himself performed based on the mood and atmosphere of the moment, so how could it not resonate with everyone? Where else could one find more fitting music?
Lost in the music, the crowd didn't even notice Beckham approaching slowly from the basement towards them.
Beckham looked ahead and had to admit that even he felt a sense of astonishment.
This scene was unprecedented: a party in the middle of the road!
Then, he suddenly noticed the person playing the piano in the crowd. Since only his back was visible from this angle, he couldn't recognize him.
Seeing the reactions of those around him, he realized that the person was none other than Cao Baiming himself!
The music continued, and Cao Baiming was so lost in it that he couldn't stop, even if he wanted to. Even the crowd began to marvel at how long a single song could last, with several shifts in rhythm and style.
Finally, Cao Baiming stopped, holding the final note before slowly opening his eyes. His friends' faces were beaming with happiness, and they erupted in applause.
Beckham, standing behind, also couldn't help but clap. His driver, carrying a birthday gift, had accompanied him.
It was at this moment that someone noticed who was standing beside them.
The lucky one was Odegaard. Upon seeing Beckham, he let out an involuntary scream, completely unaware of his arrival.
Everyone present was greatly surprised, including Cao Baiming himself.
Although Beckham had been invited, Cao Baiming had long since given up hope of him attending, believing it was highly unlikely he would make it, especially after six o'clock.
Seeing him standing there filled Cao Baiming with both surprise and joy.
"Happy birthday. I had some urgent matters to attend to, so I'm late. My apologies!"
"No worries, no worries. We've already served a few dishes. These are some of the world's finest chefs. And please, have some drinks and enjoy yourselves!"
At this, Beckham gestured to the gift in his driver's hand.
"This is a birthday present. I'll leave it here."
"No problem, thank you, thank you, thank you! And you, and you!"
As the next dish was served, Cao Baiming returned to the piano, providing background music for the occasion.
This night was filled with passion, romance, and tranquility.
Many chose to relax on the villa's terrace, admiring the sea view, while others, hand in hand with friends or lovers, strolled along the beach, gazing at the ocean under the moonlight.
The beach appeared incredibly peaceful in the darkness, with only the rhythmic lapping of waves against the shore.
As the party entered its latter half, everyone had eaten their fill, and more importantly, had had their fill of drinks.
More and more people found it difficult to remain seated, moving to the central area to sing and dance, for which a microphone had been provided.
Seeing this scene, Cao Baiming had a new idea.
It was evident that many eyes were repeatedly drawn to the nearby football field. These were people who loved football, and how could one pursue happiness without it?
Wu Xue lay in Cao Baiming's arms, slightly tipsy but not yet drunk. She leaned against him, her eyes closed, resting.
Not far away, a group of people appeared utterly inebriated, their singing more akin to drunken ramblings.
Ronaldo, as always, was graceful and free-spirited, his singing rarely ceasing, though he could barely stand.
However, Cao Baiming couldn't understand a single word he was singing. While Portuguese wasn't his native tongue, his proficiency was likely only slightly less than that of a native speaker.
Gradually, everyone lost interest in the food and drinks on the table, regardless of how precious they were.
The crowd began to push Cao Baiming to the center to celebrate his birthday.
Unbeknownst to them, it was already nearing midnight, and the night had flown by.
At this moment, Cao Baiming felt he might be the most sober person present. Everyone else seemed to have had quite a bit to drink, excluding those who abstained and only consumed ice cream, tea, or coffee.
As midnight struck, the music suddenly shifted, and simultaneously, fireworks lit up the entire neighborhood!
Everyone raised their heads to the sky, their eyes reflecting the kaleidoscope of colors.
It was breathtaking. How to make a night unforgettable? All it took was music and visuals!
For a moment, they were enveloped by the fireworks. The pyrotechnics above were varied, each possessing its unique beauty, and their colors blended like a painting.
Everyone stopped what they were doing, fully appreciating the spectacle and savoring the present moment.
Wu Xue opened her eyes, a flicker of surprise in them. Even she had no idea when this had been arranged.
In truth, Cao Baiming had wanted to surprise her, and it seemed his objective had been achieved.
The sound of the fireworks, coupled with the music, acted like rhythmic drumbeats, surprisingly in sync.
After a few minutes, they gradually faded, not abruptly ceasing but slowly diminishing, weakening, and finally disappearing.
It was past midnight, and according to the plan, the party should now be winding down. Cao Baiming gestured towards the adjacent football field, and a group of people immediately flocked towards it.
These men, having had a few drinks, instantly reverted to childlike exuberance. Surprisingly, almost no one wanted to leave.
No one was surprised anymore; they had anticipated this. If Cao Baiming could afford to buy the entire neighborhood, couldn't he reserve a football field?
Even though many could barely walk and found it difficult to stand without the support of friends, they insisted on going.
Cao Baiming led the way. Although the football field was enclosed by an iron gate, it was unlocked, having been opened in advance.
Many were so drunk they couldn't walk and thus couldn't participate in the upcoming activities.
The good news was that the four villas combined offered enough rooms, comparable to a hotel, with ample space to accommodate over fifty people sleeping in different rooms simultaneously.