Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

"Hi everyone! Sister Tong, have you missed me?"

Tongtong was very accommodating; seeing him extend his arm, she calmly extended her own two little arms in return.

Yang Che smiled and picked her up, but she shyly buried her face in his shoulder.

La Ying stared at the scene with her mouth slightly agape, looking quite surprised.

Aunt Zhao looked at La Ying and nudged her.

Chen Jiaying still smiled.

Wang Fei tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and patted her boyfriend's shoulder: "You smell like smoke, go change your clothes."

Yang Che smiled and put Tongtong down. Looking at the three middle-aged and elderly women, he apologized, saying, "I spent the whole day in the editing room today."

Then Yang Che said he would help me find some clothes, and pulled Wang Fei upstairs.

Wang Fei was so angry that she gritted her teeth, but she couldn't very well pull him away, so she could only follow him upstairs.

Sure enough, she was pinned against the wall as soon as she entered the room, but she responded by wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Does it smell of smoke?"

Wang Fei glared at him: "Go change your clothes yourself. I'm going downstairs. That's rude."

Yang Che laughed and said, "They can only be envious."

Wang Fei also laughed, her expression becoming incredibly tender.

"Hurry up."

Wang Fei went down by himself.

Yang Che was right; they were indeed envious. Aunt Zhao said, "Let's not be third wheels. Look, Yang Che doesn't even want to talk to us."

Wang Fei nodded with a slight smile: "Let's go."

I will leave eventually, but not now. I need to talk to Yang Che for a while first.

A short while later, Yang Che came downstairs wearing the shirt and casual shorts that Wang Fei had bought for him. He had even washed his face and looked incredibly handsome.

Just as I sat down next to Tongtong, I heard Laying say, "Yang Che, I heard you wrote a song for Jin Haixin?"

Yang Che smiled and said, "You're well-informed."

"It's just that it's so unusual; everyone thought you only wrote songs for Wang Fei."

Yang Che, still smiling, asked, "Old Na, do you have a problem with me?"

Aunt Zhao clicked her tongue: "What are you talking about?"

Wang Fei saw that La Ying's face was long and she looked unhappy.

Chen Jiaying called out helplessly, "A-Che."

Yang Che smiled nonchalantly: "Sister, Jin Haixin's song was written beforehand. I heard her voice at Xiao Ke's place that day and thought it suited her very well, so I gave it to her."

Wang Fei shook her head, not caring about it. She said, "Old Na, I know you genuinely care about me. But only the wearer knows if the shoe fits, and I know how he treats me. He's worked a whole day, and we haven't seen each other in a long time. I don't want him to be upset about something like this... You guys go."

............

Outside the villa.

Yang Che grabbed La Ying's arm: "Old Na, I'm actually pretty awesome."

Spicy Ying was completely baffled.

"What do you mean? You want to hit me?"

Aunt Zhao raised an eyebrow.

Yang Che laughed: "You're not even good-looking, why would I hit you? What I'm trying to say is, I'm perfectly capable of protecting Wang Fei, and I'm confident I can make her happy. For the rest of her life, aside from the occasional jealousy, she won't have to worry about anything. Do you understand?"

Spicy Ying felt that Yang Che was like a mafia boss; he was smiling, but he made her feel a little suffocated.

Yang Che said: I don't want to suppress you, your sister is more like it.

Yang Che released La Ying and waved to Aunt Zhao: "Sister Zhao, take care."

At this moment, Chen Jiaying also came out.

And so another farewell ensued.

On the way back, Aunt Zhao said to her best friend La Ying in the passenger seat, "I'm now 100% sure that Yang Che was behind the purge of the top management of the Beijing News. He's amazing, he plays both the black and white sides."

"I get the feeling that you're being sarcastic."

"That's not true at all. A media organization at the bureau level in Beijing can't compare to a regular department. It's because a high-ranking leader is on his side. Look, after all that trouble, he still went to Switzerland."

Seeing that her best friend was still completely confused, Aunt Zhao had no choice but to explain frankly. As she spoke, she concluded with a sigh, "This person is knowledgeable, quick-witted, and has no moral bottom line. It's only a matter of time before he gets into trouble. You really need to be more careful next time."

La Ying opened her mouth, but in the end, she said nothing.

...........

Back inside, Yang Che looked at Wang Fei, but Wang Fei didn't want to look at him and seemed a little embarrassed; she was shy.

"Sister Tong, shall I sing you a song?"

"it is good."

Tongtong's eyes lit up, and she even clapped her hands.

"I'm thinking of you inside the Second Ring Road, you're on a distant mountain in the spring breeze... I'm singing 'The Fragrance of Flowers Comes Naturally' for you in the night near the Drum Tower..."

After the gentle song ended, the mother and daughter clapped their hands.

Wang Fei tilted her head: "You're quite suited to singing folk songs."

Yang Che shook his head: "I'm not interested in singing, I'm just doing this to make you happy."

Wang Fei said in a serious tone, "Yes, I'm quite happy."

"Is Sister Tong happy?"

"I'm so happy."

"Ha ha!"

"..."

A short while later, Wang Xiufang and driver Lao Li returned from outside carrying plastic bags. Yang Che glanced at them and saw, wow, sliced ​​beef: brisket, flank steak, three-flower shank, five-flower shank, beef tongue, chuck, beef balls, beef penis... satay sauce, garlic...

Yang Che grinned at Wang Fei: "Not raw marinated?"

While her daughter's attention was entirely focused on the kitchen, Wang Fei pulled her boyfriend over and kissed him, something she had wanted to do for a long time.

.........

Night, bedroom

Yang Che lay on the bed, looking at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, and let out a long sigh.

"Maybe we should just forget about it."

"Ugh...ugh...phew, if you keep babbling, I'm really letting it go."

"I'm just worried about you."

"Ugh...hurry up...ugh...brother."

"I think I'll stand up."

Wang Fei spat and knelt up... but still said, "I'm telling you, don't go too far, we have to record a song tomorrow."

"Actually, this song is best performed with a slightly smoky voice."

"I'll bite you to death."

"....."

It was all quite tough, but thankfully it's all over.

"elder sister."

"Um?"

"My period is over, how about I get an IUD inserted?"

"Alright."

The next day arrived in the blink of an eye, and the flowers were still in full bloom.

For Wang Fei, the song "You Exist in My Song" is arguably the easiest to sing.

Her vocal range is an octave plus a second, which is average. The only difficulty lies in breath control, the transition between head voice and chest voice, and the subtlety of emotion, but these are precisely where Wang Fei's talent lies.

When Wang Fei sang the second verse amidst the progressively layered piano and strings, she precisely found the strength and weakness of the tone and the emphasis of each word in the lyrics...

Yang Che absolutely adored her.

After finishing work, Xiao Ke said very seriously, "Boss, I want to start a music studio."