He wants to adopt a younger sister, but his aloof wife disagrees.

Thursday morning.

The top-tier "Huanyin Recording Studio" in Jianghai City.

This is the go-to location for superstars to record albums. It's charged by the hour, at 50,000 per hour, and it's not just about money, but also about connections.

But today, the entire recording studio was booked out.

With Shen Qingge's financial power, "Qingche Entertainment's" reputation has been boosted to its maximum.

Are you nervous?

In the control room, Jiang Che, wearing professional monitoring headphones, looked at Su Xiaoruan standing in front of the microphone through a huge soundproof glass.

Su Xiaoruan wasn't wearing her "A Diao" battle outfit today. Instead, she changed into a refreshing hoodie and jeans, with headphones on her head and her hands gripping the hem of her clothes somewhat helplessly.

"A little..."

Su Xiaoruan took a deep breath and looked at Jiang Che through the glass.

Whenever she saw her brother sitting there, half of her anxiety would lessen.

"take it easy."

Jiang Che pressed the call button, and a gentle voice came into her earpiece:

"This song doesn't require you to sing with all your might like you did in 'A Diao.' It requires delicacy and gentleness, like... you're whispering your innermost thoughts to someone you like."

The person I like...

Su Xiaoruan's cheeks flushed slightly. She glanced at Jiang Che subconsciously, then quickly lowered her head.

"I...I understand."

Shen Qingge, who was sitting next to Jiang Che, was looking at documents when she heard this. She looked up sharply and gave Jiang Che a half-smile.

"The person you like? Mr. Jiang, your approach to directing this film is quite insightful."

Jiang Che remained unfazed: "Art imitates life. Let her get into the mood, and the recording will be faster."

"Yeah?"

Shen Qingge snorted, put down the file, and picked up the lyrics sheet:

"Then I'd like to see what song you've chosen for her."

Song title: "The Light Chaser".

Shen Qingge raised an eyebrow slightly. This song title sounds quite artistic, and also... quite ambiguous.

"Let's begin."

Jiang Che made a hand gesture.

The accompaniment began.

This time, it's not a mournful piano piece, but a soothing, healing melody, like flowing water.

Su Xiaoruan closed her eyes and swayed her body gently to the music.

She thought of Jiang Che.

He remembered Jiang Che carrying him home on that rainy night.

She remembered Jiang Che, who cooked for her, dried her hair, and fought for her.

I remembered Jiang Che, who was on stage, playing the piano, and telling her that he was "the bird of freedom".

She could have endured the darkness if she had never seen the sun.

But having seen the light, she only wanted to follow it.

Su Xiaoruan spoke up.

"If you were fireworks on the sea..."

"I am a bubble in the waves"

"At one moment, your light illuminated me."

That unique smoky voice, when singing these ballads, produced a wonderful chemical reaction. It was no longer that weathered, grainy quality, but rather a texture like frosted glass—hazy, affectionate, yet carrying a hint of cautious humility.

In the control room, the sound engineer's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

As Shen Qingge looked at the lyrics and listened to the song coming from her headphones, her expression became somewhat complicated.

"I can follow behind you, like a shadow chasing the light in a dream."

"I can wait at this intersection, regardless of whether you'll pass by or not."

"Every time I look up for you, even my tears feel free."

"Some love is like a torrential downpour, yet we still believe in rainbows..."

Su Xiaoruan sang with great passion.

She opened her eyes and stared intently at Jiang Che through the glass.

At that moment, she wasn't singing lyrics.

It's a confession.

It was that forbidden love, called "brother," that could only be buried deep in my heart after signing that unequal treaty that forbade dating after age 25.

The song ended.

The lingering sound echoed around the beam.

Jiang Che took off his headphones and nodded in satisfaction.

The song "Chasing the Light" that the system gave her is practically tailor-made for Su Xiaoruan right now. She perfectly embodies that "raising" kind of dependence and girlish sentiment.

"Perfect."

Jiang Che pressed the call button: "Xiao Ruan, come out. Let's get it right the first time."

Su Xiaoruan excitedly took off her headphones and skipped out of the recording studio.

"Brother! How was it? Did I sing well?"

She approached Jiang Che like a puppy seeking praise.

"It sounds nice."

Jiang Che was about to reach out and touch her head.

"Cough cough."

A clear, cold cough sounded from the side.

Shen Qingge closed the lyric sheet, leaned back in her chair, crossed her long legs, and gazed at the two people, one big and one small, with a deep look in her eyes.

"You sang quite well."

Shen Qingge's tone was indifferent, yet carried a distinct hint of sourness:

"But these lyrics... are quite interesting."

"Following behind you? Like a shadow chasing the light?"

Shen Qingge looked at Su Xiaoruan and asked with a half-smile:

"Xiao Ruan, who were you thinking about when you were singing just now? Who is this light that makes you so devoted?"

Su Xiaoruan's smile froze, and she lowered her head guiltily, twisting the hem of her clothes with her fingers.

"No... I wasn't thinking about anyone. It's just... I was just thinking about braised pork..."

"Braised pork?"

Shen Qingge laughed in exasperation, "So you think braised pork is some kind of magic potion? Braised pork makes you feel 'free even when you cry'?"

Su Xiaoruan: "..."

She looked at Jiang Che pleadingly.

Jiang Che knew that his own jealousy had been stirred up again.

He calmly took the lyrics sheet from Shen Qingge's hand, casually put it aside, and then very naturally took Shen Qingge's hand and squeezed it in his palm:

"Honey, it's just a song."

"Fans love this kind of love that's unrequited and about silently protecting someone. That's market demand."

"Yeah?"

Shen Qingge glanced at him sideways, leaned close to his ear, and said in a voice only the two of them could hear:

I don't care about market demand.

"But why do I feel like this girl's eyes were glued to you the whole time she was singing?"

"President Jiang, you wouldn't happen to be... 'Guang', would you?"

This is a question that could cost you your life.

If I don't answer well, I'll probably have to sleep on the sofa when I get home tonight.

Jiang Che remained expressionless, grabbed her waist with his other hand, pulled her closer, and whispered in response:

"If I were light, I would be a spotlight that shines only on you."

"As for her..."

Jiang Che glanced at Su Xiaoruan, who was pretending to be dead beside him, and smiled:

"She was at most one of the people waving glow sticks in the audience."

"Only you are the leading lady standing in the center of the stage, bathed in light."

Hearing these perfect words of love, Shen Qingge's jealousy instantly vanished.

"Glib-tongued."

She gave Jiang Che a coquettish glare, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up in a smile.

"Alright, now that we've finished recording, let's get it going online as soon as possible."

Shen Qingge regained her CEO composure:

"I will utilize the media resources under the Shen Group for publicity. Since they are our artists, it's a must that they reach their peak right from the start."

……

That evening.

The single "Chasing the Light" has been released online.

With the popularity of the previous song "A Diao" as a foundation, coupled with the promotional power of the Shen Group's financial strength, this song broke into the top ten of various music charts in just one hour.

The comments section exploded.

"Wow, it's so beautiful! That husky voice singing love songs is simply unfair!"

"Who is Su Xiaoruan? I need all her information within three minutes!"

"These lyrics are so poignant! Isn't this exactly how I feel when I have a crush on my crush?"

"One person wrote a petition in blood begging for Su Xiaoruan to debut!"

Looking at the constantly changing background data on my phone, and Su Xiaoruan's fan count soaring to several million.

Sitting in his study, Jiang Che smiled with satisfaction.

【Ding! 】

[Congratulations, host, on successfully launching your first hit single.]

[Su Xiaoruan's popularity has risen to "somewhat famous".]

[Qingche Entertainment's valuation has increased.]

[Reward: God-tier script library unlocked (Singer is just the beginning, Best Actress is the ultimate goal).]

Jiang Che closed his phone and glanced at the time.

10 PM.

Su Xiaoruan was in her room, hugging her phone and grinning like an idiot, thoroughly enjoying reading the comments.

And in the master bedroom...

Jiang Che pushed open the door.

Shen Qingge had already finished showering and was wearing a black lace nightgown, leaning against the headboard reading a book.

Hearing the door open, she put down her book and looked at Jiang Che.

"Mr. Jiang, are you done with your work?"

Shen Qingge's voice carried a hint of languid charm.

"I'm done with work."

Jiang Che walked over and took the book from her hand.

"So...shouldn't you now fulfill your promise?"

Shen Qingge stretched out her arms and hooked them around his neck, her eyes burning with intensity:

You said you were the spotlight that only shone on me.

"Then tonight..."

"Could you turn the lights on... a little brighter?"

"I want... to be completely seen through by you."

Jiang Che's eyes darkened.

This woman is really getting better and better.

"Yes, my dear wife."