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Beijing.

Yu Le leaned lazily against the large leather sofa, enjoying the "love-hate relationship" between the lively brother and sister in front of him.

Yu Muchen stood against the wall for ten minutes, her short legs began to tremble, and she sniffled pitifully.

Liu Qianqian sat cross-legged on the carpet, holding a plate of bright red, juicy strawberries, and deliberately waved it in front of Yu Muchen.

"Want some?"

Yu Muchen swallowed hard and nodded vigorously like a chick pecking at rice.

"Call me 'good sister,' and I'll give you some."

Yu Muchen spoke without hesitation.

"Good sister!"

Liu Qianqian smiled contentedly, picked up a strawberry, and popped it into his mouth.

Yu Le watched this scene with a smile on her lips.

Just then, the cell phone on the coffee table buzzed.

He picked it up and glanced at it; it was a file receiving notification popped up by the Penguin software.

A file receiving prompt pops up on the Penguin software.

The sender was Xue Zhiqian.

The filename is very simple, just four characters: "Serious Snow" Demo.

Yu Le raised an eyebrow.

This kid actually managed to squeeze out this song?

Did he break up with his girlfriend? I've never heard of him having one.

And he's a popular celebrity now, how could he be dumped?

He received the document and plugged in his headphones.

Click to play.

The rough sound of guitar strumming immediately filled my ears.

It is accompanied by extremely rudimentary background noise.

It was obviously recorded temporarily in a place with extremely poor sound insulation.

Immediately afterwards, Xue Zhiqian's singing voice, with its heavy nasal tone and unique vibrato, came out.

"The snow fell so deep, so earnestly—"

"It reflects the scars I bore while lying in the snow—"

Yu Le closed her eyes.

This kind of extremely melancholic and utterly humble "backup plan" vibe is just perfect.

That's the feeling.

This is the essence of Xue Zhiqian's immense popularity.

After listening to the song.

Yu Le took off his headphones and casually tossed his phone onto the coffee table.

Liu Qianqian came closer.

"Dad, what are you listening to? Why are you laughing like that... so sneaky."

Yu Le reached out and flicked her forehead.

"No respect for elders."

"A demo of Xue Zhiqian's new song."

Liu Qianqian rubbed her forehead, her curiosity piqued.

"He wrote a new song?"

"Play it for me right now!"

Yu Le unplugged his headphones and played the music directly from the speakers.

The mournful and sorrowful singing instantly filled the entire living room.

Liu Qianqian shuddered after hearing half of it.

"This is too tragic."

What exactly did he experience in Shanghai?

"This resentment is even stronger than that of the concubines in the cold palace."

Yu Le picked up his phone and dialed Xue Zhiqian's number directly.

.......

Shanghai.

Xue Zhiqian was wrapped in a down jacket, holding a freshly brewed Master Kong braised beef noodle cup in both hands.

The steam warmed his face, which was frozen stiff.

He stared intently at the penguin chat box on the computer screen; half an hour had passed, and the panda avatar hadn't reacted at all.

Could the boss have really forgotten about him?

Just as he was about to give up struggling and lower his head to eat his noodles.

The phone lying on the bed suddenly vibrated.

Caller ID: You evil capitalist boss.

He quickly put the instant noodle bucket on the table and scrambled to the bed.

Press the answer button.

"Boss...boss!"

Xue Zhiqian's voice was trembling, it was hard to tell whether it was from the cold or from excitement.

Yu Le's slow and deliberate voice came from the other end of the phone.

"What are you doing?"

Xue Zhiqian sniffed.

"Eating instant noodles."

"Boss, it's snowing heavily outside."

Yu Le chuckled softly.

"I listened to the song."

Xue Zhiqian held his breath instantly, his heart leaping into his throat.

"How is it? Isn't it a bit too rough? My equipment isn't good enough, and I even borrowed the guitar..."

Yu Le did not comment on his equipment.

"Well written."

"This song, 'Serious Snow,' is quite interesting."

Upon hearing this praise, Xue Zhiqian's eyes instantly welled up with tears.

Months of being sidelined and ignored, all of that was worth it at this moment.

"Boss, you finally remembered me."

"I thought you had sidelined me."

Xue Zhiqian complained, his voice trembling with tears.

Yu Le leaned back on the sofa, tapping her fingers on her knees.

"If I wanted to sideline you, why did I sign you in the first place?"

"Have you been secretly cursing me for being biased these past few months?"

Xue Zhiqian nodded vigorously, almost instinctively.

After clicking, I realized the other person couldn't see it, so I quickly denied it.

"No, no!"

I pray for you in my heart every day!

Yu Le was too lazy to expose him.

"Alright, stop flattering me."

"I held back from sending you songs before because I was afraid you'd get arrogant."

"If I throw resources at you right away after you just signed with the company, you'll get the illusion that this industry is easy to get by in."

"That would stifle your own creativity."

"In retrospect, my decision was right."

"The fact that you could write this song proves you still have something in your head."

Xue Zhiqian stood there, stunned.

Only then did he understand the boss's good intentions.

It turns out I've been part of the boss's plan all along.

The feeling of being quietly watched over and nurtured by someone behind the scenes moved him deeply.

"Boss..."

"I'll be your slave from now on!"

Yu Le disdainfully moved her phone a little further away.

"I don't need cattle or horses."

"Go back to Beijing after the New Year."

"Go directly to the recording studio to report."

"In addition, I'll prepare two more singles for you."

"Just put together an EP and release it directly."

Xue Zhiqian's mind went blank.

"Boss! You're like my own father!"

Xue Zhiqian shouted into the phone.

Yu Le hung up the phone immediately.

He threw his phone on the table and shook his head.

"This kid is still so easily startled."

Liu Qianqian, munching on a strawberry, mumbled her comments.

"Dad, you're really good at using PUA techniques."

Yu Le stood up and patted his trouser legs.

"That's called the art of management."

"Alright, stop eating strawberries."

"Go wash your hands, get ready to make dumplings."

The Chinese New Year is just around the corner.