They surrounded me right after the breakup.

Jiang Han went back into the recording studio to wait for Linghua to finish recording.

Fang Chongwen's hand remained on the mixing console, and even the recording engineer stopped what he was doing.

The monitor speakers were still playing the outro, the drumbeats were pounding out, and Linghua's voice slowly spread throughout the room.

Fang Chongwen spoke first: "Alright, this version is fine."

Linghua took off her headphones in the recording studio.

Her voice was a little hoarse, but her eyes were bright, and she was radiant.

She walked to the mixing console, picked up her thermos, took a sip, wiped her mouth, and looked at Fang Chongwen.

"Teacher Fang, is this okay?"

"It's not up to me to decide," Fang Chongwen said with a smile, turning to look at Jiang Han.

Jiang Han stood next to the mixing console, arms crossed, his face expressionless.

He walked over and put on his headphones. Fang Chongwen dragged the progress bar back to the beginning and started playing it again.

When the intro starts, it's an electronic keyboard and folk music sound with a strong rhythm, and then Linghua's voice comes in.

"I am looking up at the moon."

This sentence is different from the previous versions; it's not about technique, it's about emotion.

In the previous versions, she sang too carefully, pronouncing each word precisely, which made her lack that wild energy.

The second paragraph is Zeng Yi's part.

His voice was different from Linghua's. Linghua's voice was outward, while Zeng Yi's was inward. The two of them were exchanging blows, one after the other.

The chorus is sung by the two singers, their voices intertwined, becoming tighter and stronger with each twist.

Jiang Han placed the headphones on the table: "This is the taste!"

Linghua's voice trembled slightly upon hearing the confirmation.

"President Jiang, I've been singing for so many years, and I've never felt so happy singing before."

"That's because you haven't sung the right songs before."

Zeng Yi, standing to the side, touched his bald head and suddenly asked, "Chairman Jiang, what's a good name for my duo with Linghua?"

Jiang Han smiled. The name was already established and had stood the test of time, so of course he would use it.

"Phoenix Legend".

Linghua repeated, "Phoenix Trumpchi?"

"The 'qi' in 'auspicious' is not the 'qi' in 'legend'."

"You two both come from Shenzhen, singing high and low notes, pushing outwards and pulling inwards, a balance of yin and yang, like a phoenix. Chuanqi, it conveys good fortune, and it's easy to remember."

"Phoenix Legend," Zeng Yi repeated, "It sounds nice!"

Fang Chongwen backed up the song files next to him, and named the folder with four characters: Phoenix Legend.

"President Fang, you can arrange the song's promotion and distribution, using Mao Buyi's team."

"We'll leverage all available resources, media channels, and variety show invitations."

Fang Chongwen nodded: "Okay, I'll arrange it tomorrow."

Jiang Han then turned to Zeng Yi: "How many original works do you have left?"

Zeng Yi thought for a moment: "There are seven or eight complete poems, and more than a dozen unfinished ones."

"Pick a few of the best songs, don't delay the album release, strike while the iron is hot, just like Mao Buyi did back then."

Zeng Yi clasped his hands together and bowed to Jiang Han, saying, "Thank you for your guidance, Chairman Jiang!"

"No need to thank me, singing the song well is enough to thank me."

Linghua stood to the side. Before coming to Xingyue Media, she had met many bosses.

Some bosses treated her as a drinking companion, while others treated her as a background figure.

Jiang Han was the first person to study singing techniques with her in the recording studio.

It felt strange, as if he already had this song in his mind all along.

Someone knocked on the door of the recording studio. It was Xiao Wang from the administration department, holding several documents in his hand.

"Chairman Jiang, General Manager Fang, these require your signatures."

Fang Chongwen took it, flipped through it, signed it, and handed it to Jiang Han.

"Chairman Jiang, it's getting late. You should head home early. I'll keep an eye on the rest."

"Okay, thanks for your hard work!"

By the time Jiang Han reached the parking lot, it was almost dark.

He opened the car door, got in, started the car, and turned on the air conditioning.

The melody of that song kept replaying in my mind.

"Have you... checked Weibo?" Her voice was tense.

"I didn't see it, why?"

"Ji Bochang sent out the chat logs."

"Our chat history before we broke up."

"He even wrote a long article, saying that you... that you interfered in his relationship with me, and that you used women to climb the social ladder."

Jiang Han pulled over to the side of the road and opened Weibo.

The top trending topic was Ji Bochang's long article, which was over two thousand words long and included nine screenshots of chat logs.

He scrolled down and saw that the comments had exceeded ten thousand, with the top comments all criticizing him.

"A gigolo who climbed the social ladder by relying on women"

"He sleeps with other people's girlfriends and still has the nerve to be the chairman of the board."

I will no longer listen to songs by Star Moon Media.

Some people even dug up Shen Qingning's photos and captioned them with comments like, "This woman isn't a good person either."

Jiang Han put down his phone and closed his eyes for a while.

"Did you see that?" Shen Qingning's voice trembled.

"I've seen it."

"What should we do? I can explain the timeline clearly. We broke up first, and then you..."

"You issue a statement now," Jiang Han interrupted her.

"Netizens will say that I've lobbied you. Ji Bochang is just waiting for you to jump out. The more you explain, the more material he has to write about."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, and Shen Qingning's breathing was heavy.

"Then...do nothing?"

"Do nothing!"

"But they're insulting you!" Shen Qingning's voice trembled with tears. "They're saying really nasty things."

Jiang Han remained silent for a moment.

"Were the ones you saw worse than the ones I saw?"

Shen Qingning remained silent.

"The fact that they are cursing me shows that they believe Ji Bochang's words. If I jump out to curse back now, it will only encourage more people to read his original text."

"Wait a couple of days, let the dust settle."

"Will your company and business be affected?"

"Don't worry, the audience watches the drama, but they listen to the quality of the songs!"

"This minor incident will not have a long-term impact on Star Moon Media."

After a few seconds, Shen Qingning spoke, "I'm sorry! It's all my fault!"

"If I hadn't said those things to him back then, he wouldn't have these screenshots."

"Master, scold me!" Shen Qingning's voice was very soft. "If you scold me, I'll feel better."

"You can hit me if you want!"

"What's the point of scolding you?" Jiang Han retorted.

"Alright, stop overthinking it! Just keep filming or get some sleep. I'll handle this."

"You...don't blame me?"

Jiang Han gripped the steering wheel, looking at the road ahead.

"What's the use of blaming you?"

Shen Qingning burst into tears on the other end of the phone, her voice low, but he could hear her.

She convulsed for a while before stopping on her own.

"I understand! I won't answer the phone, I won't check Weibo, I'll do whatever you say!"

"Um."

"Then...you should get some rest."

Jiang Han put his phone on the passenger seat, started the car, and continued driving home.

Several things were going through his mind.

How many screenshots does Ji Bochang have? Will he continue to release them? What role did Li Mingbo play behind the scenes?

But there's no use thinking about these things now; what's meant to happen will happen.

What he needs to do now is wait for the other party to reveal their hand before delivering a fatal blow.