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âAh?â She was slightly surprised, âThis⦠no rush, donât work too hard, youâve been writing the screenplay recently, and increasing the workloadâ¦â
âThatâs not a problem, on the contrary, I havenât written songs for two or three months.â He paused, then laughed, âThey think Iâm monkâs meat, all kinds of demons and ghosts are coming out.â
Pei Muchan was silent; when youâre famous, troubles abound, but even without fame, troubles are plenty.
âThen you should rest early.â
âMhm.â Xu Qingyan nodded and watched as the elevator doors closed.@@novelbin@@
In the elevator, Pei Muchan watched the floors ascend continuously, always feeling an emptiness inside. It seemed like something was missing, making the day feel incomplete.
What was missing? She thought and thought, then her pupils suddenly shrank. Her heartbeat sped up rapidly, and she quickly shook her head, casting out the thought that had appeared in her mind.
Such thoughts were too dangerous, and abnormal.
Ding! The elevator doors opened, one household per floor.
Pei Muchan couldnât help but take a deep breath, stepped out of the elevator, and thought to herself what she was really thinking; it was almost spoiling her with this odd way of interaction.
Meanwhile, Xu Qingyan hadnât left immediately in the underground parking lot.
He first returned Lin Wanzhouâs call in the car. She had called just as he was entering the underground garage. Pei Muchan was there too, so it wasnât convenient for him to answer.
âHello?â
âI saw your post, are you okay?â Lin Wanzhouâs voice on the phone was anxious, âWhatâs going on, do you know that artist?â
âIâm fine, donât worry,â Xu Qingyan said, his voice calm, âI donât know them. Just bad luck being targeted, but the issue is almost resolved.â
âThatâs good; you scared me,â Lin Wanzhou sighed with relief, âI asked Sister Yun about it, and she said that person is a small artist who has only recently emerged.â
âItâs not worth the trouble dealing with such people; donât let it affect you.â
âMhm, I know.â Xu Qingyan responded, âDonât worry, I can handle it. Howâs the endorsement negotiation on your end?â
âNot smooth, thereâs a competitor, but Sister Yun is still working on it,â Lin Wanzhou tried to laugh it off, âWe might get a result by next week.â
âOkay, just stay calm; good music wonât lack endorsements,â Xu Qingyan reassured her, âIâll compile the songs Iâve written these days and send them to you.â
âCompile?â Lin Wanzhou intended to laugh, but on hearing such a niche word, she suddenly couldnât, âYou mean compiling scores? All at once⦠?â
âWhat are you thinking, Iâve been pondering over it for the past two months, theyâre all accumulated,â Xu Qingyan said offhand, âRelease your album as soon as you can, Iâll then give you three more songsâ¦â
He paused halfway through, realizing he had said the same thing to Pei Muchan just a few minutes ago.
After a brief moment of distraction, Xu Qingyan regained his focus.
ââ¦You release a platinum album, and Iâll rely on you to cover for me.â
âHehe, sure!â Lin Wanzhou sounded very happy, and after a while, she asked, âWhy donât you make a platinum album, given youâre so good at writing songs?â
âMe, Iâm not good at singing,â Xu Qingyan chuckled on the phone, candidly admitting, âI spent many days tuning âStubbornâ when I recorded it.â
âThere was a part I couldnât sing, and later I managed to get it right through loads of tech and hard work. Talent, it seems, really does exist.â
âIâm average in talent, and even if I spend my lifetime breaking through my limits, I might only reach your threshold.â
On the other end of the phone, Lin Wanzhouâs voice sank.
âItâs okay, I can teach you.â
âNo need, my level is sufficient,â Xu Qingyan decisively refused, âLeave the singing to you, Iâm more suited to filming something.â
âAs long as you are there, no one will think my level isnât good enough. Wait until I produce a hit TV series, Iâll earn money and be able to protect you as well, how good is that.â
The young girl, coaxed into joy, suddenly burst into carefree laughter.
âExactly!â
âAlright, itâs settled then, Iâm preparing to go back,â he said with a light laugh, âDonât overwork yourself, health comes first, you should rest early.â
âGot it~â Lin Wanzhouâs voice was sweet.
After hanging up, Xu Qingyan took a deep breath. His wish had always been quite simple: to have a bit of money and be with the people he liked, able to protect them.
Yet, that wish was also luxurious; the entertainment industry is a jungle.
Xu Qingyan felt that whoever hindered his simple way of living deserved to be dealt with harshly, to smash those from Sword Tomb to pieces; it was that simple.
On his way home, he responded one by one to the greeting WeChat messages from his friends. Among them was one from Lin Chuan, who was always flying around and attending all kinds of grand events.
Shen Jinyue couldnât reach him by phone and sent a long string of voice messages. Xu Qingyan felt overwhelmed and had no choice but to open each voice message for translation.
Li Yang also sent him a message, rather brief, like a neat and standard answer on a test paper.
Zhou Mian also enquired with a message, but he didnât reveal his recent situation. He had talked about getting a divorce over New Yearâs, but now that the year had passed, there was no movement, likely reconciled.
Every family has its own problems, and Xu Qingyan could understand this.
Sometimes thatâs marriage, even if itâs somewhat aggrieving. As long as one can swallow pride, maintaining the marriage is often the choice. After all, divorce causes great continuous harm to a person, not just affecting one person but involving two families.
Gan Wenchang also asked around, but he wasnât much interested in music. He just found âStubbornâ quite nice to listen to, and that was about it.
But his opinion matched Xu Qingyanâs, spoiling those from Sword Tomb. Since he was in the right, he should fight back fiercely; if he was fearful, there was no point in living.
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