The younger generation, starting from where the wind blows...

Chapter 126 I have all the styles you like

"What just happened? I see a lot of reporters."

As he entered, Yang Muye asked curiously.

Wang Niulang, who was about to reach out to help Yang Muye push open the glass revolving door, turned his head.

"Mr. Yang probably doesn't follow celebrities, right?"

Yang Muye immediately realized what was happening.

"A celebrity is at the hotel?"

"Yes, pop diva Xin Huimei. Mr. Yang may not like listening to her songs, but he must have heard her voice."

"That 'decadent music'?"

"Yes, it's her."

When Wang Niulang mentioned it, Yang Muye really remembered.

I haven't listened to many of Shin Hye-mi's songs, but her voice is definitely memorable.

In high school, one of my roommates used Shin Hye-mi's voice as his alarm clock.

There's also a poster of Shin Hye-mi on the headboard.

The sexy kind.

Every morning, the boy was awakened by Xin Huimei's seductive voice, and when he opened his eyes, he would see Xin Huimei's charming and alluring figure.

Drinking two bottles of Nutritional Express a day didn't help.

She only scored a little over 400 points on the college entrance exam. After drinking too much at a karaoke bar during her graduation dinner, she shouted Xin Huimei's name and cried her eyes out. After that, she decided to repeat a year of high school.

Although Yang Muye still remembered the boy's name, he could hardly remember what the boy looked like.

For three years of high school, they focused solely on studying and doing practice problems, and some students barely even spoke to each other.

This is also why Yang Muyi rarely posts in the high school class group.

While in the elevator going upstairs, Yang Muyi suddenly received a call from Yang Tao.

You don't follow celebrities, do you?

His tone and manner of speaking were exactly the same as Wang Niulang's.

"Why not chase them?"

"That's good. A celebrity has come to our hotel and is staying in room 8006."

"Next door to me?"

"Yes, but don't worry, the hotel will increase security patrols in the next few days. Visitors to the executive floors will need to make an appointment and register in advance. No fans will sneak in to chase stars and disturb the rest of normal guests."

"Are most of Shin Hye-mi's fans male?"

In Yang Muye's impression, female obsessive fans of male celebrities usually like to follow their cars, hotels, and planes, spending money and time to set up various fan clubs. They look impressive, but in reality, it's all just empty talk.

A truly formidable female obsessive fan has to be like that woman, personally sending a huge word into the sewing machine.

In contrast, male stalker fans of female celebrities are much more low-key.

They either spend money to hire female celebrities as spokespeople or invite them to commercial events, or they invest in films and television dramas starring female celebrities.

That's what the coal bosses did a couple of years ago.

The same applies to the top-ranking fans in various female internet celebrities' live streams in their past lives.

One of them remained completely silent!

"Don't you guys all like Shin Hye-mi's type? She's your dream goddess, and many people use her picture as their computer wallpaper."

"You seem to know a lot, senior."

"That's called knowing yourself and your enemy."

With a ding, the elevator doors opened.

Yang Muyi stepped out of the elevator with his phone in hand and told Yang Tao that he was almost at his room.

Yang Tao knew that Yang Muyi had a habit of going to bed early, so she took the initiative to say goodbye and hung up the phone.

Just as Yang Muyi opened the door and was about to enter the room, a woman wearing a mask came out of room 8006 next door.

She's probably someone like Shin Hye-mi's assistant.

Yang Muye glanced at it casually, then looked away and went into the room.

After closing the door, Yang Muye took off his shirt, revealing his muscular upper body and eight-pack abs.

I was just about to take a shower.

"Ding dong!"

The doorbell rings.

Yang Muye walked to the door shirtless and looked out through the peephole.

The next second, my pupils dilated.

Why is it her?

He went back into the room and put his coat back on.

When I returned and opened the door, I didn't see anyone outside.

Just ring the doorbell and leave?

Yang Muyi turned his head to close the door when a magnetic and pleasant female voice suddenly came from the side.

“My assistant just texted me saying you went back to your room, so I came over and rang the doorbell to try.”

A beautiful woman walked out from the side.

She wore a brown leather jacket and skirt, her hair was tied in a half-ponytail, and she wore a pair of sky-high heels.

As you get closer, you can smell a perfume scent that isn't strong but is quite unique.

It was Xin Huimei, whom I had just seen through the peephole.

"I don't think I need to introduce myself, Yang."

Xin Huimei proactively offered her hand, especially emphasizing the last part of her address.

"Looks like I don't need it."

Yang Muye stared at Xin Huimei's hand, which was suspended in mid-air, but he showed no intention of reaching out to her.

This woman is clearly after me.

Before figuring out Xin Huimei's intentions, Yang Muye felt it was best to keep a distance for the time being.

Xin Huimei smiled and lowered her hand: "What, are you afraid I'm a bad person?"

Yang Muye stood in front of the door, blocking the way: "What's the matter?"

Seeing Yang Muyi's "guarded" appearance, Xin Huimei suddenly found it very amusing.

"What, Hu Ling didn't call you?"

Seeing that Yang Muye didn't say anything, Xin Huimei could only shrug.

"Okay, it seems she really didn't call you. In that case, I'll have to call her myself. Can I borrow your phone?"

Before Yang Muyi could agree, Xin Huimei prepared to force her way in.

As he entered, he deliberately pushed against Yang Muye, forcing Yang Muye to open the door completely.

Xin Huimei walked into the room with a smug look on her face, leaving a trail of fragrance in her wake.

The dull thud of the room door closing came from behind me.

Xin Huimei walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down with her legs together.

Although her legs were leaning to one side, the leather skirt was too short, barely covering half of her thighs.

If someone sits down opposite you, it's still easy for someone to accidentally expose themselves from a certain angle.

I have to say, this woman is quite shrewd.

After sitting down, Yang Muyi stopped pretending to be an innocent young man and looked over openly.

"Is it pretty?" Xin Huimei suddenly asked.

His eyes held a mischievous and teasing glint in them.

"Safety shorts, boring."

Yang Muye's eyes remained calm as he replied indifferently.

Xin Huimei was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"You're quite the actress; you just fooled me." As she spoke, she crossed her legs and pulled down her skirt.

Now, apart from those long legs, there's nothing else to see.

Yang Muye turned his gaze away with a hint of regret.

Xin Huimei immediately teased, "Didn't you say it was boring? Why are you still watching!"

Yang Muyi countered, "Weren't you going to call Hu Ling?"

"I lied to you."

Xin Huimei sat there with her arms crossed and a calm expression: "I plan to meet Hu Ling again tomorrow, but I can't wait to see what kind of amazing boy he is, who can write a song like 'The Rest of My Life' at the age of eighteen."

Yang Muyi frowned: "Did Hu Ling tell you about that song?"

Xin Huimei shook her head: "It was someone in the wedding industry who strongly recommended this song to me."

"Wang Jingming?"

"Yes, he was my first manager when I debuted."

Yang Muye squinted his eyes.

"So you came here for that song?"

Xin Huimei joked, "What, you actually hope I came here for you?"

"This song is not suitable for you."

Yang Muye politely declined.

Xin Huimei curled her lip dismissively: "You refuse without even hearing my conditions? How heartless of you?"

Yang Muye directly told her to leave: "I have a habit of going to bed early, Miss Xin, please make yourself at home."

"No wonder I always felt something was off when I heard you sing 'The Rest of My Life' a cappella. Now I finally understand."

Xin Huimei stared intently at Yang Muyi's handsome face: "If I'm not mistaken, when you were writing this song, each 'you' in the lyrics represented a different woman, right?"

Yang Muyi warned in a deep voice, "Miss Xin, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want."

Xin Huimei showed no fear on her face: "It seems I was right. Of course, I didn't mean to ruin your reputation. I just wanted to say that you think I'm not suitable to sing this song because you think my voice is too seductive and I can't express the deep affection in the song, right?"

You're quite self-aware now.

Yang Muye thought to himself.

Seeing that Yang Muye did not refute, Xin Huimei took it as an admission and continued, "You can use the worst mentality to write the most affectionate songs, so why can't I use the most seductive voice to sing the most affectionate confessions?"

Xin Huimei placed her hands on the edge of the sofa and winked seductively at Yang Muye: "When it comes to acting skills, I'm no worse than you."

This means that we're all old foxes, so let's not talk about anything like Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio.

In any case, Xin Huimei was convinced that Yang Muyi wrote the song "The Rest of My Life" with a double meaning.

They appear affectionate on the surface, but in reality, it's quite another matter.

Otherwise, there's no way to explain how an 18-year-old college student could write such a deeply affectionate and profound love story.

I was young and infatuated, so I fell in love with every girl I met.

This is the true nature of a man Yang Muyi's age.

Yang Muye looked at Xin Huimei:
"You really want to sing this song?"

"Otherwise what? I have my own house in Yanjing, why would I come here to stay in a hotel? Am I crazy?"

Xin Huimei sneered.

After a moment of silence, Yang Muye spoke again.

"Tell me your conditions."

"You can purchase the exclusive performance rights to this song for 500,000 yuan. After that, whether you release an album or hold a concert, you will receive every penny of the share due to the author."

Seeing the obvious interest in Yang Muye's eyes, Xin Huimei continued to push her luck: "Aren't you going to be a groomsman for someone during the National Day holiday? I can have the premiere of this song at a wedding, with the newlyweds singing the first half, and then I'll sing the second half with them. How about that?"

Given Xin Huimei's status in the music industry, inviting her to sing a song at a wedding would easily cost at least several hundred thousand yuan.

This is still a price based on personal connections.

While ample face was certainly given, it remains to be seen to whom that face was actually given.

"Was this Wang Jingming's idea to you?" Yang Muye asked.
"Didn't he spend 100,000 yuan to buy the rights to use this song at a wedding event? Although he was my first manager, we weren't actually that close. If he didn't have ulterior motives, do you think he would kindly recommend this song to me?" Xin Huimei replied in a tone that seemed unsurprised.

Yang Muye then asked, "So what's going on between you and Hu Ling?"

"Hu Ling was my best friend's agent for a while. I had a good impression of her. After I learned that she had resigned, I even thought about poaching her to be my agent, but you beat me to it."

Xin Huimei had just finished explaining when she saw Yang Muyi pick up his phone.

The call connected, and Hu Ling's somewhat surprised voice came from the other end.

"Aren't you supposed to be in bed by ten o'clock? Why are you calling me now?"

"You know Xin Huimei, right?"

Hu Ling was clearly unaware that Xin Huimei had checked into the Fairfield Hotel.

"We know each other, what's wrong?"

What kind of person is she?

"Well, I have to say, Xin Huimei is really lucky to have gotten to where she is today."

"I thought you would say she is very capable."

"The people who can make it in this industry have no shortage of talent. Don't be fooled by Xin Huimei's sexy image. Among the celebrities I know, she is one of the most self-disciplined. Of course, this has a lot to do with her temperament and personality."

He slapped a sponsor executive who was trying to grope him right there at the dinner table.

During a promotional event for the TV series, she publicly displayed to the media the text message the director had sent her the previous night, hinting at unspoken rules and sexual harassment.

Hu Ling only gave two random examples, but Yang Muye already realized how formidable this woman was.

Despite its appearance, which resembles a delicate rose, it not only has thorns, but even its petals can bite.

The fact that she hasn't been blacklisted or blacklisted despite doing so many "outrageous" things is truly a miracle in today's entertainment industry.

"She's actually offended quite a few people. Her contract with her former company is about to expire. If she doesn't change her temper, it will only become more and more difficult for her to develop in the industry, whether she renews her contract or changes to a new company... By the way, why did you suddenly think of asking about Xin Huimei? You're not a fan of hers, are you?"

Hu Ling's words reminded Yang Muyi of his high school classmate, leaving him speechless.

Do I look that thirsty?

"She's sitting right in front of me right now. Shall I say a few words to her?"

Before Hu Ling on the other end of the phone could recover from the shocking news, Yang Muye had already handed the phone to Xin Huimei on the other end.

"Sister Ling, it's been a long time."

"Huimei, what's wrong with you—"

"You'll have to ask Wang Jingming; he's the one who encouraged me to come."

Well, that’s what happened.

Hu Ling remained silent for a while before speaking again on the other end of the phone:
"You've taken a liking to 'The Rest of My Life'?"

"Yes, you said my days ahead are going to be tough, so I have to prepare some food for the winter in advance."

"You really don't plan to renew your contract with TiMi?"

"I'm not continuing; I want to change my way of life."

Hu Ling wanted to ask Xin Huimei if she had thought about the consequences of doing this, but then she realized there was no need to ask.

Xin Huimei's decision not to renew her contract means she can no longer sing her old songs, and she may not even be able to buy new songs from musicians in the industry.

Otherwise, Xin Huimei wouldn't have listened to the "hype" of a wedding company owner and approached Yang Muye just because of a song.

"Okay, good luck!"

Finally, Hu Ling made a double entendre.

She understood Xin Huimei just as she understood Yang Muye.

After the call ended, Xin Huimei handed the phone back.

Yang Muyi asked curiously, "You call Hu Ling 'sister'?"

Xin Huimei retorted confidently, "She's several years older than me, is there anything wrong with me calling her 'sister'?"

"is it?"

Yang Muye chuckled and said, "I thought you were already thirty."

Instead of getting angry, Xin Huimei laughed and said, "So you're into mature older women. Tell me, what do you like to see me wear, black or white? I have all the styles you like!"

(End of this chapter)