They surrounded me right after the breakup.

The door slowly opened, letting in a beam of light shining through the corridor.

Jiang Han saw Shen Qingning and Xia Yutong sleeping quietly in bed, their arms draped over each other.

What... is going on?

Are the two so close that they sleep cuddling?

The scene before her seemed familiar; Lin Yaoyao and Qiu Siyao had slept together before.

However, the two individuals have different identities and their situations are completely different.

His two live-in girlfriends could be said to have gone beyond friendship; they were practically family.

Shen Qingning had slept with him, and now Xia Yutong was moving closer.

Could it be developing into something else entirely...?

Jiang Han gently closed the door and left.

……

The next day, he woke up very early, and after a quick wash, he suddenly had the idea to go for a jog.

I changed into a pair of sneakers, put on a sweatshirt, and went downstairs.

Yunqi Mountain Villa is located next to a 5A-level scenic area, with a beautiful environment and exceptionally fresh air in the early morning.

As I jogged along the lakeside path, a thin mist rose from the lake, and several egrets stood motionless by the water's edge.

I ran for a while and broke out in a light sweat.

Jiang Han stopped and did some stretching by the lake.

Before he knew it, it was 8:30. He simply got into his car and drove directly to Xingyue Media instead of returning home.

Inside the park, when Jianghan's Maybach arrived at the entrance, employees who were arriving for work deliberately slowed down.

From the moment he stepped into the office building, the gazes around him never left.

"Good morning, Chairman Jiang!"

Two female administrative staff members quickly took their positions to welcome the company leaders.

They were all dressed in matching gray suits, flesh-colored stockings covering their legs, and 7-centimeter black high heels. Their necklines were slightly open when they bowed.

Jiang Han met with them frequently and gradually became familiar with them.

Good morning!

His casual greeting excited the young woman, and she couldn't hide the longing in her eyes.

Jiang Han took the private elevator and entered the chairman's office.

The room was cleaned in advance, and hot tea was served on the table.

The tea is first brewed with half a cup of boiling water. After the receptionist confirms that the chairman has arrived downstairs, the cup is filled with hot water to ensure that the temperature is not too hot to drink.

Everywhere you look, you see the company operating with the boss at the center.

The day's financial newspapers were neatly stacked on the coffee table.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is the city skyline, lined with towering buildings.

Sunlight streamed in from the east, bathing the entire office in a golden glow.

Jiang Han sat down at his desk, picked up his teacup, and took a sip. The temperature was just right.

He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes for a while.

My mind is racing with the things I need to deal with today.

The investment contract for "Ne Zha" has been signed and the money has been transferred. Now we're just waiting for the sample footage from Jiaozi.

Mao Buyi's new song is being recorded, so I need to keep an eye on it.

And then there's the matter of Shen Qingning and Xia Yutong...

Jiang Han opened his eyes, picked up the internal phone on the table, and dialed the secretary's shortcut key.

"Have Zeng Yi from the music division come to my office."

"Yes, Chairman Jiang."

Ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

Zeng Yi pushed open the door and came in. He was in his early thirties and wearing a dark blue casual suit.

His bald head reflected light, dazzling people's eyes.

I met him once when Jiang Han first took over the company, but I didn't recognize him at the time.

In their past lives, during the peak of Phoenix Legend's career, their song "The Most Dazzling Ethnic Trend" became a hit across the country.

Square dancing, ringtones, variety shows, galas—they're everywhere.

Once Linghua's voice rang out, no one could suppress it.

Zeng Yi doesn't need to sing much; just a few "yo-yo" songs and he'll get half the profits.

People laughed at him, saying he was lucky and that he benefited from Linghua's fame.

But those in the know understand that without Zeng Yi, Phoenix Legend wouldn't have reached that level.

He is the creator, the one who controls the rhythm of the show.

When two people come together, their magnetic fields match, and they can't be separated.

Jianghan wants that trump card!

The current difficulty is that Linghua has not yet been found.

"Chairman Jiang!"

"sit."

Zeng Yi walked to the desk, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

He placed the notebook on the table, opened it to the first page, which was covered with dense writing.

"Chairman Jiang, I took the liberty of coming to see you yesterday because I wanted to recommend myself to you."

Zeng Yi got straight to the point, without beating around the bush.

Jiang Han raised an eyebrow and leaned back in his chair: "Tell me about it."

"I've been with the company for almost a year, and I've always worked behind the scenes, managing production, arrangement, and artist coordination."

"I've done a lot of work, but I know in my heart that this isn't what I really want to do."

"What do you most want to do?"

"Sing."

Zeng Yi looked at him with a serious expression: "I want to stand on stage and sing."

Jiang Han didn't speak, but picked up his teacup.

Zeng Yi continued, "I know that the company's current focus is on Mao Buyi, and his popularity is a good thing for everyone."

"I'm not competing for resources, nor am I fighting for scheduling; I just want an opportunity!"

"Listen to what I've written. If you don't like it, I'll never mention it again."

He pulled a folded A4 sheet of paper from his notebook, unfolded it, and placed it on the table.

It's the lyrics to a song, handwritten, with a few corrections.

"I wrote it myself, and I've also composed the music. If you have time, I'll sing it for you a cappella."

Jiang Han didn't look closely, pushed the paper to the middle of the table, and gestured with his chin toward Zeng Yi.

"Sing!"

Zeng Yi stood up, took two steps back, and stood in front of the desk.

He cleared his throat, his hands hanging at his sides, and sang without accompaniment.

If you don't love me, give my heart back.

You traded your love for my youth, what am I left with?

If you still love me, then don't say anything.

Just run with me and don't think too much.

Being infatuated is not a sin, and being detached from love is not a sign of being carefree.

What's the point of heartbreakingly thinking about you...?

Zeng Yi's zero-frame rap made Jiang Han's eyes widen.

His voice wasn't loud, but it was very steady.

There are no fancy techniques, the pronunciation is clear, and the breath control is excellent.

The way he spoke, with a slightly husky tone, was very pleasant to listen to.

It tastes just right! This is exactly the feeling!

Jiang Han couldn't help but shake his head, keeping up with Zeng Yi's rhythm.

He thought the song sounded familiar, but couldn't quite place the name.

Zeng Yi's performance continued.

"Tell me why, it's all my fault. I thought love was too beautiful and reality was too tempting."

After singing a section, Zeng Yi stopped and looked at the Yangtze River.

He did not continue singing the second verse, nor did he repeat the chorus.

For the big boss, the good and the bad are both there, no need to say more.

He was already pleasantly surprised to see the company chairman again and didn't dare to take up too much of the other party's precious time.

Jiang Han did not comment on his singing skills, nor did he comment on the song.

"You want to be an entertainer?"

"I want to!" Zeng Yi nodded.

What kind of artist do you want to be?

Zeng Yi paused for a moment: "Not the idol type. I'm not handsome. I want to develop into a singer-songwriter, writing and singing my own songs, like Mao Buyi."

"Mao Buyi's style doesn't suit you," Jiang Han said bluntly.

"His songs tend to be quiet, he sings them quietly by himself. Your voice is deeper than his, so you're more suitable for a group."

Are there any female singers of Mongolian ethnicity that you know?