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

Chapter 127 How do you manage to be both a jerk and a deeply affectionate person?

"Ms. Xin, you're a singer, not an actress. Stop making a scene, okay?"

Yang Muye succinctly saw through Xin Huimei's "beauty trap".

Is this a test for a 59-year-old veteran?
Did you really think you were an innocent young man because you saw and played around in your past life?
Seeing this, Xin Huimei stopped pretending.

"I'll leave immediately if you agree to sell me the song."

Yang Muye glanced at Xin Huimei.

What if I don't agree?
Are you planning to stay in my room overnight?

"Five hundred thousand is not enough."

Yang Muye was talking about a song, not spending the night.

Xin Huimei had considered many possibilities of being rejected by Yang Muyi, but she never expected this one.

Xin Huimei opened her eyes wide and emphasized loudly, "You can go and inquire; 500,000 is already the highest price in the industry!"

Yang Muye shrugged, unmoved: "Sorry, I work in the internet technology industry, and the entertainment industry's trends are of no reference value to me."

Xin Huimei stood up angrily from the sofa.

"Six hundred thousand, take it or leave it."

Yang Muye raised his head toward the room door and gestured for him to proceed.

Xin Huimei suddenly sat down again.

"How much do you want?"

“I wasn’t planning to sell my songs originally, because, as you just said, I couldn’t get a price that satisfied me. But since you were introduced by an acquaintance and are so sincere in wanting them, I have a few other songs similar to ‘The Rest of My Life,’ so I’ll just sell them to you as well.”

Seeing that Yang Muyi had given in, Xin Huimei hesitated instead.

The main problem was Yang Muye's tone; it sounded like he was talking about a clearance sale of leftover export goods in a shopping mall.

One item costs fifty, two items cost eighty, and three items cost one hundred.

Is this a song sale or a clearance sale?
Yang Muye ignored Xin Huimei's worried gaze, took out a folder full of sheet music from his desk drawer, and started searching through it.

Finally, holding the seven sheet music, he walked back to Xin Huimei.

"How about 'The Rest of My Life' and these six songs, just like you said, 600,000 for each song, 4.2 million, rounded down to 4.5 million?"

Xin Huimei's eyes were wide open.

Going to get it done means adding another 300,000?

You could have just robbed it, but you insisted on selling it to me.

"Six hundred thousand, I only want 'The Rest of My Life'," Xin Huimei said firmly.

Actually, it wasn't that firm; it was more like bargaining.

Yang Muyi, however, gave no room for negotiation: "Fine then, these seven songs form a complete series, and I don't want to break them up."

"Are the other five songs all the same as 'The Rest of My Life'?"

"That's right, they're all related to love and weddings."

Xin Huimei asked hesitantly, "Then what is the connection between them?"

Yang Muyi picked up the first sheet music:
"A friend of mine broke up with his lover without warning."

"He was then invited to be a guest at his ex-girlfriend's wedding."

"Arriving at the wedding venue, but unable to find my own seat."

"Compromise is the only option."

"Standing and watching a newlywed couple sweetly sing 'The Rest of My Life' on stage."

"In the end, I chose to leave with 'Decent'."

"Only now do I finally understand 'There is a kind of regret called us'."

Yang Muyi placed the seven musical scores in front of Xin Huimei one by one.

"I have a demo on my computer, a quick recording I made myself. Would you like to listen to it?"

Xin Huimei hesitantly picked up the first sheet music for "Say Goodbye When You Want".

Yang Muyi turned on his laptop, which was in standby mode, and started playing the a cappella version of the song.

The beginning of the song sounds pretty ordinary.

It wasn't until she heard the lines, "If you can't say you love me, don't lie, just like me a little; if you can't say you hate me, don't pester me, don't pretend to sigh. Just think of me as someone who's too troublesome and keeps hurting myself. I tell myself that's how feelings are, how did I accidentally go too crazy?" that Xin Huimei's face showed some emotion.

She closed her eyes and began to mentally simulate how she would feel when she sang the song.

But the more I listened to Yang Muye's a cappella version, the more something seemed off.

Soon, Xin Huimei couldn't listen to it anymore. She opened her eyes, looked at the lyrics on the sheet music, and then looked at Yang Muye, who was sitting in front of the computer playing the song.

Normally, the emotional focus of this song should be on highlighting the feigned nonchalance and recklessness after a breakup, while the underlying conflict and turmoil remain.

Yang Muyi's a cappella version is certainly unrestrained and carefree, but you can't hear any contradictions or struggles in it at all.

A perfectly good love song about heartbreak was sung with a strong sense of a scumbag.

Xin Huimei initially thought it was just one song, but when Yang Muyi started playing the second song, "Guest," her feelings became even stronger.

"Thank you for your special invitation to witness your love."

"I constantly remind myself not to run away."

"You look exceptionally beautiful today, a beauty I once held in my arms."

"It's a pity this is just your wedding to him, and I'm just a guest."

It should be the lingering feelings between lovers after breaking up, but in Li Yang Muye's case, it's become the joy of seeing you get married, like finally getting a new pair of wings.

Xin Huimei gripped the sheet music tightly, wanting to shout something at Yang Muye.

You can ruin feelings, but please don't ruin this song, okay?

While others find a song lingering and enjoyable, Xin Huimei only felt a sense of relief after listening to "Guest".

She was afraid that if she continued listening, she would lose control and hit someone.

When the third song, "Seating," began, Xin Huimei realized that she had underestimated the bottom line of the scumbag.

"The person next to you has taken my seat."

"He held roses in his hands and promised to spend the rest of his life with me."

"But I can never learn how to retrieve the tears that have been blown away by the wind, or how to win back the happiness that has been lost."

Screw you!

Xin Huimei suddenly shouted.

"That's enough! Stop playing it!"

Yang Muye pressed the spacebar to pause, then looked up at Xin Huimei with a puzzled expression.

What's going on here?
That innocent expression made Xin Huimei both angry and amused.

At the same time, she calmed down.

Let's move on to the next song.

Yang Muye raised an eyebrow.

"Aren't you going to listen to this one anymore?"

Still want to listen?

If I keep listening, I'll want to kill someone!

Xin Huimei took a deep breath, trying to suppress the nameless anger in her heart.

Seeing that Xin Huimei didn't want to listen anymore, Yang Muye didn't force her, turned off "The Seat" and started playing the next song, "Compromise".

Xin Huimei patiently listened to half of this song.

After listening to "Love leads to compromise, but in the end there is still no solution. I'm tied up and can't let you fly. History keeps repeating itself. I'm so tired."

I couldn't listen to any more of that.

The original song was supposed to be about how humble and tolerant the girl was in the relationship, but in Yang Muye's a cappella version, it became that the girl was immature and clung to the relationship even though she knew it had become a burden, which prevented her from pursuing the next girl.

Please be a human being!
Xin Huimei roared silently in her heart.

Yang Muyi finally realized that Xin Huimei's mood was not right, and asked her if she wanted to listen to the next two songs.

Xin Huimei put down the sheet music, looked up, and gritted her teeth, saying, "Listen!"

I don't want to hear how good the other two songs are, but rather I want to hear just how bad Yang Muye really is.

As soon as "Decent" started playing, Xin Huimei felt that she no longer wanted to be decent.

"Don't let nostalgia make the storyline melodramatic."

"We're both adults now, so there's no debt or obligation between us. It's my choice to waste my feelings."

"Breakups should be dignified; neither of us should apologize."

"What is there to owe? I dared to give and I dared to be heartbroken." "Leaving is also dignified, so as not to betray the passionate love and earnest efforts of these years."

What should have been a feeling of regret and heartache, yet forced to defend oneself with nonchalance, turned into a righteous indignation in Yang Muye's words, as if he were a scumbag.

What's even more outrageous is that in "There's a Regret Called Us," this infuriating feeling actually intensifies!
"I can't bear to part with you, but I can't marry you."

"I really want to spend more time with you."

"The thought that you'll spend the rest of your life with other people is unbearable."

"You know how much my heart hurts."

"There is a kind of regret that is called us."

Xin Huimei suddenly stood up from the sofa, startling Yang Muye.

"Do you have any alcohol in your room? I'd like to have a drink to calm down."

Yang Muye was stunned.

Drinking to calm down—what an unfamiliar combination of words.

However, out of politeness, Yang Muye still told Xin Huimei.

I don't drink alcohol, and there's no alcohol in the room.

If you'd like a drink, you can go to the executive lounge.

Xin Huimei immediately turned and walked towards the door.

Yang Muye saw her to the door and was about to tell Xin Huimei that he was going to sleep and that they could talk about it tomorrow.

Shin Hye-mi suddenly turned around:

"I'll go get two bottles of wine and be right back."

Just as Yang Muyi was about to refuse, Xin Huimei immediately added, "I want all seven songs. I want to listen to them several times tonight."

Leaving the door ajar, Yang Muye turned and went back inside.

Xin Huimei's voice rang out from behind.

"I really can't come up with 4.5 million in cash, but I can sell the house to raise the money!"

Yang Muye paused in his steps.

What are you selling!
If the location is good, you can just use the house as collateral.

A house worth 4.5 million now can easily sell for 20 million in a few years.

Rounding up, that's equivalent to seven songs selling for 20 million.

That's fine.

Not long after Xin Huimei left, she returned with two bottles of whiskey and two glasses filled with ice.

Upon entering the room, I found Yang Muye fiddling with a single-lens camera, the lens pointed directly at the sofa where I had just been sitting.

Thinking of the sensational news that happened in Hong Kong Island at the beginning of the year, Xin Huimei immediately became vigilant.

"what are you doing?"

"Are you ready to record a video?"

Yang Muye raised his head and asked.

I'm going to get my ass!

"You have two choices now: either take the wine back to your room and drink as much as you want."

"If you want to drink in my room, then I'll have no choice but to record it as evidence to prove my innocence. Otherwise, if you get sick from drinking or do something outrageous while intoxicated, how can I explain it clearly?"

Seeing Yang Muyi's serious expression, Xin Huimei finally gave in.

But I’m so angry!
After sitting down, Xin Huimei unscrewed a bottle of wine, filled a wine glass, and handed it directly to Yang Muye.

Yang Muyi didn't answer, but instead signaled to Xin Huimei that the camera had already started recording.

"Fine, if you don't want to drink it, I'll drink it myself!"

After saying that, he picked up the cup, tilted his head back, and gulped down half of it.

His forthright manner left Yang Muyi stunned.

Xin Huimei put down her wine glass and wiped her mouth with her hand.

He kicked off his high heels, crossed his legs and sat on the sofa, then picked up his wine glass to drink some more.

Cough!

Yang Muye spoke up, indicating that Xin Huimei's current sitting posture was too unrestrained and that she had already exposed herself.

Xin Huimei glared at Yang Muyi with annoyance: "What are you afraid of? You're wearing safety shorts, you can see that!"

After saying that, he took a wine glass in one hand, grabbed the wine bottle with the other, and stood directly on the sofa.

"Let's hug and pretend we were never together!"

"It's too late to explain now!"

"Forget it, it doesn't matter what I've sacrificed!"

I neglected myself because of you!

Perhaps because she had just drunk alcohol and was still angry with Yang Muye, Xin Huimei's singing lacked some of the helplessness and self-deprecation, and instead had more of a resolute and determined air.

His deep, magnetic voice unfolds with exquisite detail.

As expected of someone with a professional background, he was incredibly composed on set!
After downing a glass of wine, Xin Huimei used the bottle as a microphone and seamlessly transitioned to the show "Guests".

"Looking back on our youthful days, it was a long and winding road, how could we ever tire of it!"

"I, who hoped you and him would make a lifelong promise, have been reduced to a satirical role as a guest!"

As she sang, her eyes welled up with tears.

Finally, she slumped down, hugged her knees, and began to sob.

Yang Muyi was hesitating whether to go over and persuade her when Xin Huimei suddenly raised her head, wiped away her tears, grabbed the wine bottle, and poured herself another glass full.

"I heard you finally found the one you love most, which made you hard-heartedly leave my world unscathed."

"Please forgive my insincere blessings; they are hypocritical, and there is still too much resentment lingering within me. I feel ashamed to say goodbye at the end!"

Love should not be a burden to us!

Xin Huimei sang this part almost with a sob in her voice, which was slightly hoarse but had a very penetrating quality, carrying a heart-wrenching and painful feeling.

Yang Muye looked stunned.

This woman is singing, but she's getting so into character.

Is it possible to sing with such energy after drinking?
After downing another glass of strong liquor, Xin Huimei completely let loose, skipping "Compromise" and directly singing a medley of "Decent" and "There's a Regret Called Us".

"The most familiar street character has been replaced by a different actor."

"I cried until I choked up, and even though my heart ached, I treated it as a break from my cocoon."

"There wasn't enough time for a grand spectacle."

"Let's preserve the dignity of saying goodbye."

……

"There is a kind of regret that is called us."

"You came briefly, but you have troubled me for a lifetime."

"Perhaps at another time, we really might have a chance."

Xin Huimei became more and more engrossed in her singing, and she also drank more and more heavily.

At the end of the song, he picked up a bottle and chugged it straight from the bottle.

The strong liquor choked me, making my eyes water.

Just as I was about to take a second sip, the bottle was grabbed by someone.

Looking up, I saw Yang Muye.

"That's enough, stop drinking."

Yang Muyi snatched the bottle away and covered Xin Huimei's mouth with one hand, making a shushing gesture.

If Xin Huimei continues to sing like this, it will definitely attract complaints from residents upstairs and downstairs.

Yang Muyi didn't want the whole hotel to know that Xin Huimei had drunk too much in her room, singing and acting crazy.

Oh oh oh!
Xin Huimei forcefully pried Yang Muye's hand away and instinctively slapped him across the face.

Snapped!
Yang Muye raised his hand and firmly grasped her wrist.

He tried to slap with his other hand, but it was stopped.

Xin Huimei's chest heaved, and madness flickered in her eyes.

Just as Yang Muyi realized something was wrong, Xin Huimei had already kissed him hard on the lips.

(End of this chapter)