Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity

Chapter 470: Chapter 267: Damaging your mother’s head, the six departments of the company are carried on my shoulders! (10k)_2

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“Ah?” She was slightly surprised, “This… no rush, don’t work too hard, you’ve been writing the screenplay recently, and increasing the workload…”

“That’s not a problem, on the contrary, I haven’t written songs for two or three months.” He paused, then laughed, “They think I’m monk’s meat, all kinds of demons and ghosts are coming out.”

Pei Muchan was silent; when you’re famous, troubles abound, but even without fame, troubles are plenty.

“Then you should rest early.”

“Mhm.” Xu Qingyan nodded and watched as the elevator doors closed.

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 couldn’t 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 hadn’t left immediately in the underground parking lot.

He first returned Lin Wanzhou’s call in the car. She had called just as he was entering the underground garage. Pei Muchan was there too, so it wasn’t convenient for him to answer.

“Hello?”

“I saw your post, are you okay?” Lin Wanzhou’s voice on the phone was anxious, “What’s going on, do you know that artist?”

“I’m fine, don’t worry,” Xu Qingyan said, his voice calm, “I don’t know them. Just bad luck being targeted, but the issue is almost resolved.”

“That’s good; you scared me,” Lin Wanzhou sighed with relief, “I asked Sister Yun about it, and she said that person is a small artist who has only recently emerged.”

“It’s not worth the trouble dealing with such people; don’t let it affect you.”

“Mhm, I know.” Xu Qingyan responded, “Don’t worry, I can handle it. How’s the endorsement negotiation on your end?”

“Not smooth, there’s a competitor, but Sister Yun is still working on it,” Lin Wanzhou tried to laugh it off, “We might get a result by next week.”

“Okay, just stay calm; good music won’t lack endorsements,” Xu Qingyan reassured her, “I’ll compile the songs I’ve written these days and send them to you.”

“Compile?” Lin Wanzhou intended to laugh, but on hearing such a niche word, she suddenly couldn’t, “You mean compiling scores? All at once… ?”

“What are you thinking, I’ve been pondering over it for the past two months, they’re all accumulated,” Xu Qingyan said offhand, “Release your album as soon as you can, I’ll then give you three more songs…”

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.

“…You release a platinum album, and I’ll rely on you to cover for me.”

“Hehe, sure!” Lin Wanzhou sounded very happy, and after a while, she asked, “Why don’t you make a platinum album, given you’re so good at writing songs?”

“Me, I’m not good at singing,” Xu Qingyan chuckled on the phone, candidly admitting, “I spent many days tuning ‘Stubborn’ when I recorded it.”

“There was a part I couldn’t sing, and later I managed to get it right through loads of tech and hard work. Talent, it seems, really does exist.”

“I’m average in talent, and even if I spend my lifetime breaking through my limits, I might only reach your threshold.”

On the other end of the phone, Lin Wanzhou’s voice sank.

“It’s okay, I can teach you.”

“No need, my level is sufficient,” Xu Qingyan decisively refused, “Leave the singing to you, I’m more suited to filming something.”

“As long as you are there, no one will think my level isn’t good enough. Wait until I produce a hit TV series, I’ll earn money and be able to protect you as well, how good is that.”

The young girl, coaxed into joy, suddenly burst into carefree laughter.

“Exactly!”

“Alright, it’s settled then, I’m preparing to go back,” he said with a light laugh, “Don’t overwork yourself, health comes first, you should rest early.”

“Got it~” Lin Wanzhou’s 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 couldn’t 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.@@novelbin@@

Zhou Mian also enquired with a message, but he didn’t reveal his recent situation. He had talked about getting a divorce over New Year’s, 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 that’s marriage, even if it’s 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 wasn’t much interested in music. He just found “Stubborn” quite nice to listen to, and that was about it.

But his opinion matched Xu Qingyan’s, 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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