Ye Xingguang said, âWhoâs messing around with other men? Donât slander me! All I did was tell him that the song I just sang was written for a friend of mine, nothing more. Leave me alone, I donât want to deal with you!ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Fu Zhuo instantly blew up, âYou wrote a song for another guy, and youâre expecting Yeâs temper to remain cool?â
âI wrote it a while back, before I even knew who Ye was. How was I supposed to predict the future and know that writing a song for a friend would upset your precious Ye?â
I seeâ¦
Well, thatâs quite innocent!
Fu Zhuo cleared his throat, âMiss Ye, itâs not personal. I just⦠I hope things between you and Ye go well too. If you ever want to know Yeâs schedule, you can ask me directly.â
Ye Xingguang was fuming, âWhy would I want to know his schedule?â
âDonât all women want to know their menâs schedules? To find the best time to call him, I could be your inside man.â
âThanks, but no thanks!â
After she said that, Ye Xingguang strutted off. She wanted to go to the restroom, to pull herself together after the mood shift.
Fu Zhuo didnât succeed in getting into her good books, which left him rather frustrated. So many girls had tried to win him over in the past, hoping to get Yeâs schedule, but he had always ignored them. Now, for the first time, he was the one trying to win someone over⦠only for her to refuse!
Fu Zhuo went to Xiao Yun to complain about this.
Xiao Yun couldnât help but sympathize, âDid Mr. Ye and Miss Ye have a disagreement again?â
Fu Zhuo said, âThe song Miss Ye sang today was for a friend of hers from the past. I suspect Mr. Ye is jealous.â
Xiao Yun, âWhich friend?â
Fu Zhuo, âIâm not sure. Nameâs Qin Jun Ye. Iâm not familiar with who it refers to.â
Xiao Yun caught on instantly, ââQinâ as in the Qin Dynasty, âJunâ as in the military, and âYeâ as in leaf. A friend of Miss Ye who died saving her ten years ago. So, the song Miss Ye sang was actually for Qin Jun Ye. No wonder Mr. Ye is uncomfortable.â
âQin Jun Ye?â
Fu Zhuo pondered, âWhy does that name sound familiar?â
Something flickered in Xiao Yunâs eyes, âYouâve heard this name before? Where?â
Since Mr. Ye had been so fond of the song, even making the driver play it in the car, Fu Zhuo got the nagging feeling it held a deeper meaning for him. But to learn the song was written for Qin Jun Ye, what was Mr. Ye thinking before?
Fu Zhuo thought for a while, âCanât recall at the moment. Such a common name, there must be dozens or even hundreds of them around the country?â
Xiao Yun said, âAbout eighty Qin Jun Yeâs passed away ten years ago. Think carefully. If you remember anything, let me know.â
Fu Zhuo said, âAlright, Iâll get back to work for now.â
After Ye Junqing finished his speech, he came backstage to find Ye Xingguang. She was in the dressing room changing out of her performance costume, a dress her mother had custom-made for her recently. She carefully tried to undo the zipper at the back, but to no avail.
Someone knocked at the door of the dressing room while she was struggling with the zipper. She yelled out while continuing her struggle, âWho is it?â
âItâs me,â the voice of Ye Junqing.
âHold on, Iâm changing.â
After fruitless efforts with the zipper, Ye Xingguang gave up. She briskly walked towards the door, opening it just a crack, âCome in. I need help with the zipper. I canât seem to undo it.â
Once Ye Junqing stepped inside on the carpeted floor, she immediately locked the door, then turned her back towards him.
Ye Junqing stared at her beautiful back, feeling a pang of melancholy. This woman was asking him to help her undress. Did she not realize what it meant for a man to help a woman undress?