Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Zhang Ruonan's hand trembled as she held her phone, then placed it on the coffee table.

Jiang Yang ran his hand across the delicate skin, touching a warm, damp area.

The morning sun shone through the gauze curtains, landing on Zhang Ruonan's taut waistline, as if it were plated with a thin layer of gold.

"This time, I don't need to. I'll use my mouth."

"Need not."

Jiang Yang's fingertips slid down Zhang Ruonan's neck, stirring up a tiny tremor wherever they touched, like the wind blowing through wheat fields.

When Zhang Ruonan tilted her head back, a soft hum escaped her throat, only to be silenced by his lips.

Suddenly I remembered something.

Jiang Yang took out a lyric sheet from his pocket.

It's a song I wrote for Ruonan last time. This time, I finally remembered the complete lyrics.

The attributes gleaned from the young actresses are enough to compose a good piece of music.

Zhang Ruonan glanced at the lyrics sheet, her gaze settling on the three words of the song title:
"careerist".

This time it's the complete lyrics.

The first three sentences were ones that Zhang Ruonan had never seen before.

respectively.

—Who's afraid of a woman becoming an ambitious woman?

Go dream, go chase, go ask a question.

—What is the difference between you and me, sir?

Zhang Ruonan's fingertips sank into the soft leather of the sofa, her knuckles turning slightly white, as if she were trying to grab onto something to steady herself.

Her back was taut, and her shoulder blades rose and fell with her breath, creating a beautiful arc.

The next four lines on the lyric sheet were the ones Zhang Ruonan had seen before.

I'm so familiar with it that I can recite it from memory.

It was exactly the same as she remembered.

Jiang Yang did not make any changes.

—They confine me, holding up a plaque that begs me to bow down into the dust.

—They bind my soul, forcing me to endure and swallow my every rule.

— Laugh at my future, I can't even step out of my house.

—If I have to accept it, I'll just live out my life docilely.

Jiang Yang's hand slid across her waist and finally landed on her breasts, his fingertips gently caressing them as if tracing some precious work of art.

Her skin glowed faintly in the morning light, and with each touch, her breath trembled slightly.

Only the sound of breathing remained in the room.

The subtle sound of fabric rubbing against each other.

A hidden melody.

Zhang Ruonan looked at the lyrics sheet and a thought popped into her head.

Is this how Jiang Yang sees her?
Her throat tightened, and she silently repeated this sentence in her heart: Who's afraid of a woman becoming an ambitious man?

but.

From small to large.

Everyone in my environment was afraid.

Zhang Ruonan's hair fell loosely over her shoulders, swaying gently with her movements, and the tips of her reddened ears could be vaguely seen through the strands.

His fingers gripped the edge of the sofa tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

It was as if I had grasped some indescribable emotion.

The warm light in the room fell on the back of her neck, revealing a fine layer of sweat.

Like morning dew.

It sparkles in the sunlight.

Her vision blurred as she focused on the question, "What is the difference between you and me, sir?"

My dad always says, "What's the use of a girl reading so many books?"

My mother always says that my brother is the root of the family.

Memories of being disciplined to be docile surged in like a tide, shattering in the lyrics.

Go dream, go chase, go ask a question... I never even had the courage to ask that question before.

Until I met Jiang Yang.

This is the person who holds her tightly, kisses her, and would say in the company group chat that anyone who calls Ruonan "Ruonan" will have their salary deducted.

The person who pulled her out of the mire of "holding up a plaque and telling me to humble myself to the dust".

Those ambitions extinguished by their families of origin are now reignited between the lines.

I couldn't concentrate, so I looked at the lyrics.

The curve of her neck arched back like a fully drawn bow, and the sob that escaped her throat was crushed between his lips and teeth by his kiss.

He could only mumble, "Jiang Yang, I, I, love you, I love you so much."

Not a moment later.

The phone on the coffee table shows that the call has been connected.

A sleepy, languid voice rang out: "Hey, Ruonan?"

"Hey?"

Bai Lu's voice came through the phone again: "Perfect timing, Ruo Nan, I was just about to talk to you. I just asked Chao Yue to add me to the company's internal group, but as soon as we started talking about this, Chao Yue changed the subject, like he'd lost his mind. I suspect Chao Yue is being controlled by our boss."

Bai Lu got more and more excited as she spoke: "Are you the administrator of the company's internal group? Add me in, I'm going to spill the beans, I've discovered our boss's little secret." Hearing this...

Jiang Yang, unable to bear it any longer, raised his hand and hung up Bai Lu's call.

The electric curtains are closed.

Only a dim wall lamp by the bedside cast two overlapping shadows on the wall.

Zhang Ruonan's fingertips sank deep into the sofa cushions, leaving shallow scratches on the leather surface.

Zhang Ruonan's phone screen lit up.

It was a message from Bailu: ["Ruonan, it breaks my heart to see our boss having problems in that area. To be honest, he's so young. I wonder if he even took the traditional Chinese medicine prescription I left on his bedside table yesterday to heart."]
Immediately following, another message appeared: ["That's good, a boss like this wouldn't engage in any unethical practices with female artists."]
Jiang Yang stared in disbelief.

That's too much, that white paparazzi.

Taking photos secretly is one thing, but spreading rumors about it is another.

He pulled a piece of paper from his pocket; the handwriting on it was crooked and messy—a prescription for traditional Chinese medicine written by Bai Lu.

It says:

[Kidney-strengthening and Qi-boosting formula]

One gram of wolfberry, six grams of astragalus, one gram of yam, four grams of eucommia bark, and three grams of morinda root.

Morinda officinalis is also known as the "non-atrophic herb," ​​so bosses should pay attention to it.

Soak in hot water for 30 minutes.

One bowl each in the morning and evening
The sentence that followed was: "If it works well, the boss will give me a raise."

Jiang Yang casually crumpled the dough into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

What a piece of junk.

Regardless of whether it's useful or not, even if it is effective, does he need it? Ruonan certainly knows.

The phone vibrates.

Jiang Yang received a message from Bai Lu: "[Jiang Yang, I practiced 'The Lone Warrior' for a long time last night, the song you wrote for me. Thank you so much for singing such a great song for me, but to be honest, I don't think I can capture the feeling of the song.]"
Jiang Yang frowned slightly.

I thought Bai Lu was bold enough to bring up the matter of exposing his secrets.

Unexpectedly, it turned into a conversation about the song from last night.

[“Why do you think that?”] Jiang Yang edited the text and sent it over.

The action didn't stop.

I could clearly hear Zhang Ruonan's breathing, sometimes light, sometimes heavy.

Composing a blush-inducing rhythm in a quiet room.

"Jiang Yang, what are you doing?" Zhang Ruonan asked, her voice trembling.

"Sending messages."

"No, focus, put down your phone."

As Zhang Ruonan was speaking, she suddenly hissed and tilted her head back: "Hey, you pulled my hair."

"I did it on purpose."

Jiang Yang continued, "Yesterday I also wrote a song for Bai Lu called 'The Lone Warrior'."

"A pupa?"

"He is a lone hero."

"Hired person?"

Jiang Yang raised his hand and slapped Zhang Ruonan hard on the buttocks with a loud crack.

Shaken.

Zhang Ruonan gasped in pain, "I know, I'm a lone warrior! Bailu will definitely not let you down, Mother."

Unexpectedly, Jiang Yang composed a song for Bai Lu so quickly.

Even faster than her.

There was envy, a little jealousy, but mostly, a sense of peace.

This shows that even though Jiang Yang signed Bai Lu into the company out of consideration for her, he didn't leave Bai Lu out in the cold.

"But Bai Lu doesn't seem to want to sing this song."

"what?"

Zhang Ruonan exclaimed in surprise.

Look back.

I was just about to ask why.

Without a second thought, Jiang Yang pulled her hair even harder, causing Zhang Ruonan to tilt her head back and cry out in pain.

As Jiang Yang accelerated, her vision became slightly blurred.

Turned over.

The beads of sweat hanging on his eyelashes trembled and finally landed on the back of Jiang Yang's hand, where the veins were slightly visible.

Seeing Jiang Yang raise his phone, Zhang Ruonan turned her head and covered her face, saying, "Don't take pictures of me."

“I’m texting Bai Lu. Do you think I’m like her, enjoying being a paparazzi and collecting juicy gossip?” Jiang Yang laughed.

I received a message from Bailu: [“I think this is a good song, but I’m not qualified to sing it. It should be given to someone more suitable for the song.”]
Jiang Yang was somewhat surprised that Bai Lu would have such thoughts.

He messaged him: [“If you were Transcendent, what do you think Transcendent would do?”]
Bai Lu replied: [“Chao Yue would say, why worry about so much? Let's make the money first.”]
Jiang Yang typed: ["Yes."]
Bai Lu sent a message: ["But I'm not Chaoyue after all. Although she and I are from Jiangsu, have you heard of the Thirteen Protectors of Jiangsu? We speak very different dialects even within a short distance, and our thoughts are very different. I want to be famous, I want to be popular, but even if this song brings me fame, I will still have regrets."]
Bai Lu sent another message: ["My dad always says, 'He who takes a bribe is bound to do his bidding,' and he's afraid of wasting such a good song on me."]
A paparazzo, actually quite self-aware?
It feels weird.

I didn't spend much time with Bailu, but I could clearly tell that she had a rather thick skin.

It's at least thicker than Ruonan's.

After all, I've been through the harsh realities of society for several years.

Bai Lu sent another message: ["Jiang Yang, you sing this song. I haven't helped you earn any money yet. The only thing I've done for you is write you a Chinese medicine prescription. I'm not worthy of such a good song; you are."]
Jiang Yang edited the text: [“With so many reasons, just tell me the truth!”]
Bai Lu replied: ["This song is too high-pitched. I sang it all night, and my voice is hoarse. I can't hit the high notes. It sounds terrible. I'm in so much pain..."]
Yes, that's more like it. (End of Chapter)