Don't get married if you're reborn.

Chapter 388 My Love Overflows Like Rain (4K)

Seemingly sensing Zeng Wenjie's overwhelming aggression, Mu Qingyang panicked a little.

But after he kissed me, my mind went blank again...

Even Feng Xiao found it hard to stand Zeng Wenjie's atmosphere, let alone Xiao Mu, who was just beginning to experience romantic feelings.

After being kissed and dazed by Mu Qingyang, Zeng Wenjie said, "How about I move my sofa over and we sleep together?"

Mu Qingyang nodded blankly and said, "Okay..."

Then, Zeng Wenjie pushed aside the small table in the middle and pulled over his own sofa, putting the two together, which made the space much more spacious.

Seeing his hunched back, Mu Qingyang couldn't help but wonder why he had to move the sofa in this posture.
After the sofa was put together, Zeng Wenjie quickly jumped on it, crawled into Mu Qingyang's blanket, and said with a grin, "Now it's spacious enough for us to sleep together."

Mu Qingyang smiled sweetly.

"Damn it, can you not be so cute... the more I look at you, the more I want to bully you!"

Looking at Mu Qingyang's smiling face, Zeng Wenjie couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Mu Qingyang slipped her hands inside her clothes and pulled out the bra that Zeng Wenjie had unbuttoned. Her face flushed, she stuffed it under her pillow, afraid that he would snatch it away and give her another top-notch blowjob.

Seeing Mu Qingyang's thieving appearance, Zeng Wenjie couldn't resist. He reached out and hugged her while slowly crawling under the covers.

He had no other thoughts than to see the true face of Mount Lu.

Mu Qingyang felt so embarrassed...

"Are you done yet..." Mu Qingyang couldn't help but whisper, her voice a little scared and shy.

"Not yet... sucking sucking..."

Who isn't a baby at heart?

After Zeng Wenjie was no longer a baby, Mu Qingyang curled up, turned her back to him, and buried her head in the pillow.

Zeng Wenjie felt that was enough; if things went any further, she probably wouldn't be able to handle it.

"Go to sleep!"

Zeng Wenjie, no longer a baby, gently patted Mu Qingyang's head, put his arm around her, and said.

After turning off the lights, he realized he had overestimated himself and couldn't fall asleep either way.

Mu Qingyang's body was close to his, and when he moved inadvertently, he felt something special. He was so frightened that his whole body stiffened and he dared not move at all.

Zeng Wenjie turned to look at Mu Qingyang, only to find that she also had her eyes open. Their eyes met in the darkness, and the latter was the first to give in, nervously and hastily closing her eyes.

Zeng Wenjie sighed and said, "I can't sleep, let's move the sofa back."

Mu Qingyang replied, "No!"

Zeng Wenjie was both amused and exasperated, saying, "I really can't sleep like this..."

Mu Qingyang repeated, "No!"

Zeng Wenjie had no choice but to maintain the status quo, never expecting that he would ultimately be ensnared by his own actions.

I don't know how long I waited, all I could hear was the quartz clock on the wall ticking away.

"Still can't sleep?" Mu Qingyang asked softly.

"Ah."

"It's so late! How can I fall asleep?"

"The only way to fall asleep is by flying."

"?"

"Squeeze!"

The darkness gave Mu Qingyang a little courage, but her pretty face was still faintly red in the darkness.

Sure enough, after taking a flight that Mu Qingyang had bought a ticket for, Zeng Wenjie quickly fell asleep peacefully.

Mu Qingyang could finally fall asleep peacefully in his arms.

She felt a little shy, but not ashamed.

Because Xiao Mu loves Xiao Zeng.

The next day, when Zeng Wenjie woke up, he felt refreshed. He turned around and saw Mu Qingyang nestled in his arms, sleeping soundly.

"Hmm~ Call me 'older sister'!"

Her lips moved, uttering indistinct words.

"Hmph, brat Mu, she still dreams of me calling her 'sister'! By soul count, I'm almost twenty years older than you," Zeng Wenjie thought to himself.

Then, a warm smile appeared on his face, because Mu Qingyang dreamed about him.

"Don't suck...my...foot..."

Zeng Wenjie was stunned, his face showing a puzzled expression. What kind of dream was this?!
He shamelessly eavesdropped on Mu Qingyang's sleep-talking.

After Mu Qingyang stopped talking in her sleep, he carefully got up, trying not to disturb her, and finished washing up.

After lying down next to her, Zeng Wenjie felt quite satisfied as he recalled everything that had happened the night before.

Jay Chou's lyrics are quite fitting: "My love overflows like rainwater."

"Hmm~"

Mu Qingyang gave a soft hum and slowly opened her eyes, then saw Zeng Wenjie staring at her in a daze.

She, who wasn't usually so prone to blushing, instantly transformed into a steamy goddess, her entire body visibly flushed.

"Why are you shy as soon as you wake up?" Zeng Wenjie asked with a smile.

"It's nothing!" Mu Qingyang immediately shook his head.

Then, Zeng Wenjie pressed her forehead to stop her from moving and directly assaulted her. This time, Mu Qingyang almost suffocated!

Zeng Wenjie then understood why he had almost suffocated the previous times. It turned out that when you like someone to the extreme, you can't help yourself!

Looking at the panting Mu Qingyang, he couldn't help but laugh and said, "I confessed my feelings to you in Russian, but how would you say it in your native language?"

"I like you." Mu Qingyang said subconsciously, then realized he had fallen into a trap again.

Just as she was about to act coquettishly and throw a little tantrum, Zeng Wenjie gently kissed her forehead and said tenderly, "I like you!"

Mu Qingyang let out a soft "Mmm," her whole body melting away as she slumped limply into the blankets.

"What's wrong?" Zeng Wenjie patted her head through the blanket and asked with a grin.

"Let me calm down!" Mu Qingyang said in a trembling voice.

Zeng Wenjie was truly wicked; he lifted a corner of the blanket, leaned in, and said, "I like you so much, Mu Qingyang~"

"Hmm!" Mu Qingyang let out another soft groan, shrinking even lower, her delicate pink feet dangling off the sofa.

"I really, really like you!" Zeng Wenjie continued.

"Don't say any more, or I'll die..." Mu Qingyang's voice became soft and weak.

"What are you saying? You're babbling on and on, I don't understand!" Zeng Wenjie laughed.

He smiled with satisfaction, then reached out to tickle Mu Qingyang's soles.

Little Mu, feigning innocence, pulled her feet back under the covers, curling herself up into a ball and melting into the blankets. "Hahaha, silly girl, calm down, I'm going to the bathroom," Zeng Wenjie said.

Hearing Zeng Wenjie enter the bathroom, Mu Qingyang slowly poked his head out from under the covers, then hugged the blanket tightly to his chest and rolled around on the two sofas pushed together.

When Zeng Wenjie came out of the bathroom, Mu Qingyang had already changed his clothes.

"Have you calmed down?" Zeng Wenjie asked.

"Mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm!" Mu Qingyang pecked at the rice like a chick.

“Go wash up quickly, then have breakfast. We’ll go to ‘The Voice of China’ and then take official photos of your idol,” Zeng Wenjie said.

Mu Qingyang smiled and said, "Monkey, monkey!"

She skipped happily into the bathroom and closed the door.

Zeng Wenjie lay back on the sofa, recalling what had just happened, and couldn't help but hug the blanket with both hands, then roll around in and out of bed...

When Mu Qingyang opened the door and came out, he was already sitting upright.

"Let's go~" Mu Qingyang said with a cheerful smile, and took the initiative to reach out her fair little hand to help him up.

Zeng Wenjie grabbed her hand and pulled her down, then couldn't help but hug her and cuddle for a while.

Mu Qingyang now realized that Zeng Wenjie had been lying to him all along...

He didn't have any stones in his pocket at all!

It's clearly an airplane!

Zeng Wenjie treated Mu Qingyang to a bowl of delicious mutton rice noodles before heading to the "The Voice of China" filming location at the convention center.

Mu Qingyang curiously followed the photography team to watch the recording. She found it very fun and interesting. Moreover, her idol was right in front of her, teaching singing techniques to Zeng Wenjie and other students.

After the recording was finished, Zeng Wenjie said to Lao Xie, "Could you please take the official photos? It's simple, just change into a black suit."

Old Xie was quite straightforward. He nodded and said, "Then please wait a moment."

Zeng Wenjie slipped two packs of cigarettes and a red envelope to the photographer he knew, saying, "Thank you for your help, brother!"

The photographer was quite familiar with this process, giving an "OK" sign and asking, "After you're done, will you still send it to your Malenia email address?"

"Ok!"

A short while later, Lao Xie came out wearing a black suit with a white shirt and black tie underneath, instantly giving him a stylish look.

Zeng Wenjie chose this outfit because it matches the cartoon character who is panicking about snacks.

The little man was also wearing a black suit, white shirt, and a black top hat.

After striking a few cool poses, the task was completed.

Old Xie was even a little embarrassed and said, "Isn't it too easy? Should we shoot a few more sets?"

Zeng Wenjie said, "No need, that's enough. Thank you for your help, teacher!"

Old Xie laughed and said, "That's only right, after all, I took two of your songs! I didn't change the lyrics or music, and I'm planning to release them as they are."

Lao Xie is actually quite a character, a bit rebellious; otherwise, he wouldn't have done something as outrageous as smashing a million-dollar guitar in public.

"Little Mu is here too? Want to take another picture together?" Old Xie waved and asked when he saw Mu Qingyang waiting on the side.

"Hey! Hey! Thank you so much!" Mu Qingyang immediately ran up happily and stood next to Zeng Wenjie.

Old Xie was stunned for a moment, then smiled. It was rare that she always stood close to Zeng Wenjie in group photos, instead of next to her idol.

After taking a few photos together, Lao Xie asked Zeng Wenjie, "How's your singing practice going?"

Zeng Wenjie nodded and said, "I've been practicing 'Yellow Race' recently. Please give me some pointers when we rehearse."

Old Xie was still worried and said, "Sing it for me."

Zeng Wenjie sang a cappella, which Mu Qingyang thought sounded good, but Lao Xie frowned and tsk... compared to his English rap, it's really hard to describe, huh?
It sounds alright to the average person, but to a professional singer, it has quite a few problems.

"How about I choose a Jay Chou rap song for you? We can give the chorus to another contestant," Lao Xie clicked his tongue and asked.

“I’m not suited to his style, and it would probably be even worse,” Zeng Wenjie said helplessly.

Old Xie said, "You might as well write one yourself, otherwise your chances of winning the semi-finals will be pretty bad."

Zeng Wenjie asked, "Is it really that catastrophic?"

Old Xie nodded and said, "You have a great sense of power and rhythm in your rap, but when you sing pop songs, you're really amateurish."

Well, Zeng Wenjie, who felt invincible after his rebirth, was severely shocked.

Then, his lips twitched. Perhaps he shouldn't have used "The Voice of China" to build a persona? But if he didn't participate, he might not be able to help Mu Qingyang get her mother's QQ number back! Was he really going to shamefully feign illness and poor performance as an excuse for the semi-finals?

"Then why don't I try writing one myself?" Zeng Wenjie asked.

"Hmm... get it sorted out as soon as possible, then I'll oversee the process and eliminate you in the semi-finals," Old Xie said with a helpless smile.

When Mu Qingyang heard that Zeng Wenjie was going to be eliminated, she couldn't help but pout unhappily. Of course, she hoped that Zeng Wenjie would have a chance to win the championship.

Zeng Wenjie pretended to have a flash of inspiration and said, "I have an idea... Teacher, can you help me compose the music and write the lyrics!"

Old Xie was stunned and asked, "Really?"

Then, Zeng Wenjie gave Lao Xie a live demonstration of what a fucking genius he was.

"Hiss..." Old Xie recorded it with a tape recorder, and after listening to it once, he was a little shocked.

But considering that he was the composer of both "Fireworks Fade Easily" and "The Lone Warrior," it doesn't seem so strange anymore. I just think he might be a musical genius no less than Jay Chou! It's just that his basic skills are a bit too weak, and it's probably a little late to start developing them now.

"So, the song is called 'Drifting to the North,' right? You're so young, and you've had the experience of being a migrant worker in Beijing?" Old Xie asked with a puzzled look.

Some of the lyrics have been slightly modified, of course.

“No, but I’ve watched some TV dramas before and have always felt something about it,” Zeng Wenjie replied expressionlessly.

Old Xie reluctantly accepted this explanation. Art is a complicated thing; after all, Zeng Wenjie, who wrote "The Lone Warrior," had never been a firefighter, policeman, or soldier...

“This song is good. I’ll pair you with a contestant who has a more ethereal voice, and then we’ll eliminate you in the semi-finals.” Lao Xie laughed. “That way, we won’t have to worry about people online saying we’re rigging the competition.”

Zeng Wenjie breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and inwardly complained that he had made a mistake in hosting the program.

However, in this day and age, producing rap-themed variety shows... well, let's just say it's...

Will it win?
You're dead, jailer!

Then, Lao Xie happily took the tape recorder and left, intending to show off to the other three mentors when he got back.

Zeng Wenjie asked, "Teacher, I'm planning to launch a series of 'Chef Nic' snacks' in the snack shop. Would you mind?"

"No problem!" Old Xie replied without turning his head.

Zeng Wenjie felt increasingly shameless, even going so far as to plagiarize openly.

Mu Qingyang gently tugged at Zeng Wenjie's sleeve and asked, "Are you really going to be eliminated in the semi-finals?"

Zeng Wenjie laughed and said, "I have no objections, so you're not happy about it?"

Mu Qingyang said, "I want you to win the championship!"

"I just hope I'll always be the champion in your heart," Zeng Wenjie said.

"Hmm? Hmm!" Mu Qingyang was taken aback, then nodded, and his mood improved.

Yes, in her heart, Zeng Wenjie is the best, and that's all that matters!
(End of this chapter)