Xiu Gou's Taming Record

Shen Yueling looked up at him, and after a few seconds spoke: "Then... I'll go to your place that night."

"Okay," Yu Heng laughed and nodded, "Then we'll leave after my performance at the welcome party."

Shen Yueling paused, her chopsticks still on the table. "Are you going to perform?"

"Yes," Yu Heng pushed his plate forward, "I'll go up and sing a song to promote Starlight Society."

"What do you want to sing?" Shen Yueling asked.

"An original song," Yu Heng said with a smile.

Shen Yueling looked up at him, a hint of doubt in her eyes: "You can write songs now?"

"Of course," Yu Heng said without changing his expression, though inwardly he thought it must have been plagiarized.

Shen Yueling lowered her head and stirred the soup in the bowl with a spoon: "What type is it?"

"Love songs," Yu Heng said, "slow ones, the kind you can listen to at night."

Shen Yueling paused, looked up at him, and asked, "Who is it for?"

Yu Heng looked at her and smiled, "What do you think?"

Shen Yueling avoided eye contact and continued stirring the soup: "How would I know?"

"You'll see when the time comes," Yu Heng said. "You'll definitely like the lyrics."

Shen Yueling didn't speak for a while before asking, "Do you need me to prepare clothes for you?"

Yu Heng raised an eyebrow: "You're going to design my performance costumes?"

"It's definitely too late to design now," Shen Yueling said. "Let me give you some options. You can't just go up there in a T-shirt."

Yu Heng thought for a moment and said, "Okay, then you can do it however you like, just don't go too far."

"Mm," Shen Yueling responded.

-

Yu Heng had no classes in the afternoon, so he went to Zhou Mengqi's villa.

Pushing open the door, Zhou Mengqi was nestled on the sofa looking at her phone. She looked up when she heard the noise.

"President, you're here." She put down her phone and sat up straighter.

"Hmm." Yu Heng changed his shoes and came in, sitting down next to her. "Where's Wang Luyu?"

"She has a class this afternoon and won't be back until later," Zhou Mengqi said. "Did the club president need to see her?"

"It's nothing, just asking." Yu Heng leaned back on the sofa. "How's the livestream going lately?"

"It's alright," Zhou Mengqi said, crossing her legs. "I broadcast for four hours a day, and the viewership is a bit better than before."

Heating was already on, and the heating in the house was on full blast. Zhou Mengqi was only wearing a T-shirt, and her features were clearly visible.

"What about the fan feedback?"

"That's how it is, some people praised me, some criticized me." Zhou Mengqi smiled. "Just pretend you didn't see the criticism."

Yu Heng nodded, his hand resting on the back of the sofa, his fingertips very close to Zhou Mengqi's shoulder.

"President," Zhou Mengqi glanced at his hand, "has that online recruitment you mentioned last time started?"

"Not yet, we're preparing," Yu Heng said. "What's wrong?"

"I just feel," Zhou Mengqi laughed, "that if we bring in new talent, won't it affect our resources?"

"Resources are based on ability," Yu Heng said, lowering his hand to rest on her shoulder. "If you can get the broadcast going, resources will naturally flow towards you."

The current Douyin guilds are genuinely providing Douyin coupons, so they do have some resources, but given the size of the guilds at present, it's not really a question of resource allocation.

Zhou Mengqi felt the warmth of the hand on her shoulder seeping through her clothes. Instead of flinching, she moved closer to Yu Heng.

"So, what does the president think of my abilities?" She turned to look at him.

Yu Heng looked at her, his hand sliding from her shoulder to her waist, his fingertips pressing on her skin.

"What do you think?" he asked in return.

Zhou Mengqi smiled, reached out and grabbed his wrist, but didn't pull away, just held it: "I think I'm fine."

Yu Heng's hand continued downwards, and Zhou Mengqi's breath hitched.

The room was quiet. Yu Heng lifted her chin with his other hand.

Zhou Mengqi looked up at him, her eyes conveying something very direct.

"Let's go to my room," she said in a lower voice. "Xiaoyu will probably be back soon."

Yu Heng didn't say anything, let go of her hand, and Zhou Mengqi stood up and walked upstairs, with Yu Heng following behind her.

Her room was at the end of the second-floor corridor. Pushing open the door, I found it simply furnished.

Zhou Mengqi closed the door and turned around. Yu Heng pushed her against the door. She tilted her head back and let him do as he pleased.

"President," she took a breath, glanced down, then looked up at him, "President seems to be in good spirits today."

Yu Heng put his hand on her waist: "Aren't you the same?"

"I'm going to wear it this time!"

"I brought it with me."

-

About ten minutes later, the sound of a door opening suddenly came from downstairs.

"Sister Mengqi?" Wang Luyu's voice came from downstairs. "Are you home?"

She looked at Yu Heng, who didn't move, but gestured for her to respond.

Zhou Mengqi cleared her throat: "Yes, I'm in my room."

"Oh," Wang Luyu's voice came closer, she must have come upstairs, "I bought some fruit, come down and eat with me."

Zhou Mengqi could hear footsteps stopping at the top of the stairs.

Yu Heng looked at her and mouthed: Continue, open the door.

Zhou Mengqi's eyes widened slightly. She took a deep breath, turned the doorknob, opened the door a crack, and held onto the door frame.

Wang Luyu stood at the end of the corridor, holding a plastic bag containing oranges and apples.

"Go wash the fruit first, I'll be right there," Zhou Mengqi said in a trembling voice. "Thank you."

"Okay, but is the club president here?" Wang Luyu suddenly asked. "I think I saw some shoes downstairs just now."

Zhou Mengqi's body stiffened for a moment.

Yu Heng looked at her and suddenly felt that she was somewhat familiar.

Last time, the hotel was almost completely dark, but now I can see very clearly.

Her figure, her shape, even the mole on her lower abdomen—it all looks so familiar.

But he couldn't remember where he had seen the little blue bird before.

Zhou Mengqi can't possibly become a "welfare girl" in the future, can she?

"Oh, right," she said, "President, come over... let's talk about the live stream."

"Oh." Wang Luyu nodded. "Is the club president in your room?"

"He..." Zhou Mengqi paused, "Yes, we'll go down together in a bit."

"Okay." Wang Luyu turned and walked downstairs. "Then I'll go wash the fruit first."

Once Wang Luyu's footsteps disappeared at the top of the stairs, Zhou Mengqi closed the door and leaned her back against it.

"President," Zhou Mengqi gasped, "you really are..."

"What is it?" Yu Heng asked in her ear.

"Nothing much, I just thought...it was pretty exciting." After a few seconds, she laughed: "Crazy."

"I see you really like it," Yu Heng said with a smile.

Zhou Mengqi, panting, said, "Xiaoyu must be suspicious."

"If you have doubts, then have doubts," Yu Heng said.

Zhou Mengqi wrapped her arms around his neck and looked at him, saying, "Aren't you afraid she'll tell everyone?"

"Even if I knew, I wouldn't know," Yu Heng said.

How did you know?

"Because it's unnecessary." Yu Heng started getting dressed.

Zhou Mengqi also picked up the T-shirt from the ground.

As the two went downstairs, Wang Luyu glanced at them, her gaze lingering on Zhou Mengqi's face for a few seconds.

Zhou Mengqi sat down naturally, peeled an orange, and handed him half of it.

"President, try it, it should be quite sweet."

He took it, broke off a piece, and put it in his mouth.

It is indeed sweet and juicy.