Chapter 365: Chapter 365: 234 At the moment when ambiguity went to my head, I thought it was love, Yu Ai_3

By now, she should have been asleep.

Suddenly, she heard Liu Wenjun saying, “There was this amateur who looked pretty good, seemed like he came from a love reality show, named Xu Qingyan.”

Li Yang’s heart couldn’t help but skip a beat, getting nervous behind the curtain.@@novelbin@@

“Oh, he’s serious about writing songs, not an idol,” Mei Mengqi said, suddenly remembering something, “Speaking of which, Li Li is quite fond of the songs he writes.”

“Mm-hmm… Yes.”

“Li Li, wasn’t there someone from our class who chased after you before?” Liu Wenjun suddenly got interested, lifted the curtain and asked, “Why has there been no movement from him these last few days?”

“Wasn’t it the guy who sang ‘Qing Tian’?” Min Huili, who rarely joined in the discussions, chimed in, “I remember he was quite persistent.”

“That ended a while ago, Li Li isn’t into that type,” Mei Mengqi quickly replied.

“Then what kind of guys does Li Li like?” Liu Wenjun was curious.

“I… I don’t know; I haven’t thought about it for now,” Li Yang was somewhat dazed; she really hadn’t considered this question, “Maybe… someone more assertive.”

“Oh, a little wolf dog, huh,” Liu Wenjun said knowingly, “But it makes sense; Li Li isn’t a very dominant person, certainly wouldn’t like someone too weak.”

In her heart, Li Yang was silent. She lay in bed, gazing dully at the dark curtain above her. The person she liked, if she had someone she liked, what would they be like?

“What little wolf dog, I prefer princes from the capital circle, forced and domineering love,” Mei Mengqi started dreaming again, her voice rising, cloying sweet.

“Why not princes from the Jiang-Zhe-Hu region?” Liu Wenjun asked.

“Think too much, princes from the Zhe circle don’t go for outsiders, and you must be home by midnight,” Mei Mengqi said humorlessly, “They talk business as soon as they open their mouths; I’m afraid of being dragged into 996.”

“Don’t even mention princes from the Canton circle; I’m really afraid the first word he’ll say is, ‘bb I want to fuck you’. Damn, I’d rather be killed than climbing mountains and ridges every day.”

The atmosphere of joy permeated the girls’ dormitory, in contrast to the boys’ dormitory on the other side.

“Fuck, I almost died laughing; Du Yuhang that idiot was chasing after our class’s Li Yang, you guys know, right?” The fatty said while waving a cleaver, laughing, “Do you know how Li Yang rejected him?”

“How?”

“Doesn’t like guys who play the guitar, hahaha.” The fatty laughed till he was numb, and the entire dormitory burst into laughter and ridicule, accompanied by comments about pretentious fools getting their just deserts.

As they chatted, the topic shifted from “Li Yang must be the prettiest girl in our class” to “I think the turning point of the country’s fortune will occur within the next ten years.”

“Unification is right now.”

…

Waking up, Xu Qingyan felt extremely sleepy, the second day of the holiday.

There was a commercial performance in Nanchen City on Lin Wanzhou’s side, supporting a big new energy car enterprise. There were many celebrities, and the pay was good, so he could only make time the day after tomorrow.

He could understand that.

After all, theirs was a new studio, and many of the equipment was second-hand. Unlike the Chan Ming Studio that had been operational for more than three years, Lin Wanzhou’s studio was truly starting from scratch.

She wasn’t poor, but the studio’s books were indeed poor. Any money made would disappear after being accounted for, like a hole that could never be filled.

Even now, the studio hadn’t hired anyone. Wherever they went, it was always Wen Yun, Qi Ting, and Lin Wanzhou who could handle everything. For the things they couldn’t, Wen Yun’s social connections would solve the problem.

Even though they had established a studio, it was still a trio at its core.

He went to the studio as usual, and Pei Muchan had already arrived early. Probably because of last night’s incident, she was a bit evasive at first, but after working normally for a morning, she returned to normal.

The doll was placed to the side, with various equipment spread out on the table.

“Are you writing a song?” she asked, looking up.

“Yes, I promised Jiang Ling earlier that I’d write her a song,” Xu Qingyan didn’t have anything to hide, nor could he, as releasing a song would inevitably reveal the truth.

“Jiang Ling?” Pei Muchan’s lips curled downward slightly, “Since when have you… I remember she’s a singer with Cloud Wing Entertainment, does Lin Wanzhou know?”

Xu Qingyan’s eyelids twitched, feeling pressed by Lin Wanzhou.

“She knows, Jiang Ling has already dissolved her contract with Cloud Wing Entertainment. My condition at the time was not to collaborate with anyone from Cloud Wing.”

“Dissolved her contract?” Pei Muchan’s hand tightened on the mouse, “It seems like Cloud Wing Entertainment’s music division only has… Lin Wanzhou and Jiang Ling.”

“If Lin Wanzhou dissolved her contract and Jiang Ling left as well, wouldn’t that completely empty out Cloud Wing Entertainment’s music division? Strange, how could their executives have agreed to that?”

“I don’t know, maybe they reached a friendly agreement. Jiang Ling is, after all, an old-timer at Cloud Wing Entertainment; maybe they gave her preferential treatment.”

“Perhaps,” Pei Muchan murmured.

After a while, she couldn’t help but ask again.

“You and her…”

“Lin Chuan introduced us; we’ve had the intention to collaborate for a long time,” Xu Qingyan dismissed her concerns with a few words, “I plan to start a company in the future, and Jiang Ling is now a free agent.”

“You want to sign her?”

“Yeah.”

Pei Muchan was stunned for a few seconds, setting aside her jealousy, and regained her composure.

“Jiang Ling is quite a well-known singer, and she was a former artist under Cloud Wing’s banner. You write her a song and plan to sign her right after she dissolves her contract.”

“Won’t that be… problematic? Cloud Wing Entertainment has many tricks up its sleeve.”

“I won’t sign her so quickly; I haven’t even started the company yet,” Xu Qingyan said, his eyes fixed on the screen, “it’s just about making initial contact and trying out the collaboration.”

“Alright, as long as you know what you’re doing,” she nodded.

Afternoon.

Xu Qingyan sent the score to Jiang Ling before the sunset, almost tied to Lin Chuan, not worried about her reneging, and knowing that Jiang Ling was smart.

She didn’t seem too concerned about money and was rather genuine.

On the other side.

Jiang Ling was squatting at home, mulling over songwriting. After leaving the company, almost half a month had passed without any firm news from Xu Qingyan, and she couldn’t just sit and wait.

Suddenly, the lower right corner of her computer screen blinked, signaling the reception of a file in her inbox.

She clicked on it casually and found that the sender was Xu Qingyan, which stunned her for a few seconds. Glancing at the email’s title, which wasn’t detailed but simply marked “Yu Ai.”

Click, she opened it with her mouse.

The score unfolded before her, and Jiang Ling became serious, feeling that the delay was still acceptable. She quickly scanned the intro, got the key, and then she saw the first line of lyrics.

“The weather outside the window…”

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