My wife is in my arms

Chapter 495 You came... Six
The darkness of the night gradually faded.

The sky first appears overcast, a unique sign before dawn. As time slowly passes, the pale white of the horizon gradually appears.

after that.

Around six o'clock in the morning, the first rays of sunlight arrived as expected.

From that moment on, the city truly began to awaken. In the bedroom, Zhang You pulled his arm, which had been used as a pillow all night, away from under Jiang Yiren's head. Jiang Yiren seemed to sense this; her eyelashes trembled slightly, then she turned over and continued to sleep.

Zhang You leaned down and kissed the singer on the back of the head before lifting the covers and getting out of bed.

Even though the diva slipped away last night, after Xiao Zishan fell asleep, Zhang You still... Although the diva locked the bedroom door from the inside, Zhang You still forced her to open it with his unwavering spirit... Mainly because Zhang You found a screwdriver and looked like he was going to pry the door open.

The diva had no choice.

She had no choice but to open the door herself. The singer was still very resistant, but she couldn't resist her husband's insistence.

The main point is that after she proposed that her husband must unconditionally grant her three requests,
When Zhang You arrived downstairs, Sister Ma had already prepared breakfast. After a quick bite, he drove to the set of "Ta Ya". Zhang You didn't know what the filming would be like today. The only thing he knew was that if he was late again today, Han Wei might go crazy again.

Not long after the car drove out of his house, Zhang You's phone rang.

"Hello, who is this?!"

Zhang You pressed the answer button.

"Is this Xiao Zhang? I'm your Aunt Zhong."

Upon hearing the name "Aunt Zhong," Zhang You's lips twitched a few times, but he still replied, "It's me, Aunt Zhong. Is there something you need?"

"You silly child... Can't your Aunt Zhong chat with you for a bit? I heard from my Zimo that you're filming right now, Xiao Zhang. Work is important, but your health is even more important. You need to eat breakfast, don't skip it just to sleep a few more minutes. You won't see it when you're young, but when you get older, your stomach and intestines will have all sorts of problems..."

I ate it.

Zhang You had a headache.

"That's best. Breakfast is not only important, but it has to be a good one. This breakfast is crucial to your work performance throughout the day. You can't just eat a few bites; you must eat well and chew slowly..."

"..."

Zhang Youzhen couldn't stand being nagged so much so early in the morning. She didn't know how Chen Ziming could put up with it, but... maybe it was only because he was an outsider that she found it annoying.

If it were Chen Ziming, and she didn't want to listen, she could probably shut her mother down with just one sentence. After thinking for a moment, Zhang You interrupted Aunt Zhong, who had already started asking what he had for breakfast, and said, "Aunt Zhong, I've arrived and I have to get to work right away. If you need anything, just let me know. If not... I'll visit you after I'm done with this. I'm so glad I got into the Shanghai Conservatory of Music this summer, it's all thanks to you."

"Look at what you're saying, 'thanks to me,' it was just a small favor. But since you're busy, Xiao Zhang... you young people should be busy. If you don't work hard while you're young, you won't be able to find work when you're older. I've heard that it's hard to find a job at 35 these days, it's really killing you. At 35, you're just a half-grown kid..." "Aunt Zhong, if you don't say something, I really have to hang up and go to work."

Zhang You said helplessly.

"That's it!"

Aunt Zhong on the phone said with some regret, "You young people are all like this at work nowadays. You can't answer the phone, and you can't make calls either. It's like you're going to jail. The bosses have no humanity at all. Unlike back then, when every boss was easy to talk to. Oh well, times have changed. Humanity has been diluted by money. I won't say more. Xiao Zhang, didn't you give Zimo two songs last night and let her choose? You don't know that this child has always had a strong sense of choice... Zimo says it's called decision paralysis."

"..."

Zhang You was stunned for a moment.

"Zi Mo" said, "This is very interesting. How could any parent not know what problems their child has? Obviously, Chen Zi Mo wants to keep both 'Yu Xiang' and 'Time, Slow Down' for himself."

"So, she didn't know what to choose either. When I heard that, I thought, 'It's just two songs! Let's keep them both. Anyway, Xiao Zhang, you're not an outsider. Your Aunt Zhong has always treated you like her own nephew. And... my Zi Mo said your songs are too expensive. Xiao Zhang, tell me yourself, how has your Aunt Zhong treated you? You do business with other people, that's your skill, and if you make a lot of money, Aunt Zhong will be happy for you. But we can't do business with your Aunt Zhong. Give us a cost price."

This time.

Zhang Yousuan finally understood.

But... his songs aren't wholesale from small commodity markets, so there's no cost price. So it's simple: people want him to charge a symbolic fee.

How could Zhang You possibly agree?

He's already sacrificed one song to get Zhongxia into the Shanghai Conservatory of Music. If he were to sacrifice another, the effort would be completely disproportionate to the return. Zhang You obviously wouldn't do a losing proposition like that.

The key point is that he didn't have any personal relationship with Aunt Zhong's family. They simply helped him out, and he repaid the favor with a song. That was all.

But refusing outright wouldn't be good either. After thinking for a moment, Zhang You smiled and said, "Since Aunt Zhong has asked, I'll definitely give her face. How about this: one song is for Zi Mo, and for the other, talking about money directly would hurt our relationship. Zi Mo can sing the song for free. Once we make money, I'll take thirty percent of all the proceeds from that song. If we don't make money, consider it an extra song I'm giving Zi Mo as a brother, a token of my care for him."

"This is good, this is good."

Hearing Zhang You say that, Aunt Zhong instantly became exceptionally happy, and even the warmth in her tone of voice intensified. She said, "Little Zhang, your child is truly wonderful. When you have time, come and sit at my house. Aunt Zhong will personally cook some of my signature dishes for you. It's settled then. You go ahead and do your work. I'll call Zi Mo right now and tell her that girl... I've already said there's nothing to be embarrassed about, but she just can't bring herself to say it and insists that I tell you."

"It would be great if you could teach him more when you have time. Could you please talk to Zimo about it?"

hang up the phone.

Zhang Youchang breathed a long sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)