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Xinghai City, CBD, Qingqiu Studio Headquarters.

Three full days have passed since the harrowing escape from Dali Old Town.

That day at Old Zhang's tavern, Lin Yan displayed superhuman reaction speed when faced with paparazzi bursting into the room.

He scooped up the still-dazed Shen Qingqiu, nimbly vaulted over the half-open, broken wooden window of the tavern's kitchen, and jumped directly into the back alley.

By the time the paparazzi and the old man had finished their argument, the two had already gotten into Old Mai's car and headed straight for the airport.

On his escape, fueled by the aroma of peach blossom wine and the lingering adrenaline, Shen Qingqiu did something that shook the entire entertainment industry.

She took out her phone and logged into her Weibo account, which had 80 million followers.

The post included a picture of the two of them eating braised beef noodles on a high-speed train, showing only half of their backs to the camera. The caption was concise and to the point, consisting of just three words: "Got her."

That afternoon, Weibo's servers experienced their most severe outage since the site's inception.

Five programmers worked for three hours, their heads steaming, to barely restore order, and the incident dominated the top ten trending topics.

Fans across the internet who ship the couple went crazy like it was Chinese New Year.

Mr. Zhao, the CEO of Xingyao Entertainment, who had just been discharged from the hospital, rolled his eyes after seeing the trending topic and was immediately rushed back to the ICU by an ambulance.

At this moment, the air pressure in the public office area on the 20th floor of Qingqiu Studio is so low that it's hard to breathe.

All the employees sat upright, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Because the male and female protagonists who caused a huge uproar online finally ended their outrageous, company-funded romance and returned to the company.

"bite."

The elevator doors slid open slowly to both sides.

Shen Qingqiu walked out with an aura of power, wearing nine-centimeter high heels and a smart black business suit.

She remains the same aloof, unapproachable ice queen.

But Lin Yan, who was half a step behind her, completely changed his style.

Lin Yan changed back into his floral shorts, his flip-flops clattering on the marble floor, and he was carrying a large, very down-to-earth red plastic bag.

Good morning, boss!

Good morning, Director Lin!

The employees stood up to greet him, but their eyes couldn't help but drift towards Lin Yan's red plastic bag.

"Why are you all standing? Sit down."

Shen Qingqiu had a stern face, but if you looked closely, you could see a suspicious blush on her fair earlobes.

She cleared her throat.

"Lin Yan, send out the items."

Lin Yan yawned, reached into the red plastic bag, grabbed a handful of things, and threw them onto the desk of music director Lao Liang.

Old Liang looked down and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

It was a pile of high-end chocolates wrapped in red paper and printed with a large "囍" character.

There were also a few handfuls of wild dried mushrooms, a specialty of Dali, mixed in.

"What... what is this?"

Old Liang stammered; his composure built over fifteen years in the industry shattered on the spot.

"Wedding candy, to share in the joy."

Lin Yan casually grabbed another handful and threw it to Chen Yu, who was standing next to him with his mouth agape.

"I bought this in Dali; it's all handmade, and it even comes with some local specialties from Yuncheng. Cook it before you eat it, and don't look down on people at the office."

The entire office area was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Then, someone gasped sharply.

Has the aloof diva really been won over by this salty-faced director?

Wait, did the boss really manage to take over the salted fish manager?!

They even went so far as to hand out wedding candy at the company?!

"Alright, stop looking like you've never seen anything like this before."

Shen Qingqiu forced himself to remain calm and maintain his CEO's dignity.

"Everyone, go back to what you were doing. Also, this month's bonuses are all doubled, on my... on Director Lin's treat."

Lin Yan was stunned. Damn it, you're the boss, okay?!

But the employees don't think that way. They don't care who the boss is.

"The boss is so generous! Director Lin is awesome! Wishing you both a baby soon and a long and happy marriage!"

Shen Qingqiu couldn't hold back any longer. Her cheeks turned bright red, and she turned around and fled into the CEO's office in her high heels.

Lin Yan leisurely finished handing out the last bag of wedding candy and was just about to go to her salted fish seat to catch up on some sleep.

The young woman at the front desk rushed over.

"Director Lin, Mr. Li Mingchang from the China Music Association has arrived. He's in VIP Room Number One. He... is holding a document with an official seal, and he doesn't look too good."

Lin Yan paused, raising an eyebrow slightly.

This old man, he never comes to the temple without a reason, and today he even brought an official document?

He carried the empty plastic bag and sauntered into VIP room number one.

As soon as he pushed open the door, Li Mingchang jumped up from the sofa.

This pillar of the Chinese Musicians Association had bloodshot eyes and was clutching the document with red background and black text tightly in his hand.

"Brother Lin, you've finally arrived!" Li Mingchang strode forward and grabbed Lin Yan's shoulder. "Something's happened, a big problem."

"Mr. Li, please have some tea first."

Lin Yan slumped into the sofa and yawned lazily.

"What's the big deal? I'm just a lowly, paid-salary manager."

"You really have to step up this time!"

Li Mingchang slammed the official document on the coffee table, his voice trembling.

"The national team's main theme mission has been officially approved."

"Next month, Beijing will host the G20 Cultural Exchange Week. We have received a strict order from above: we need a national anthem that can represent the spirit of China and has an epic scale to serve as the opening song."

"If you want to write songs, you should ask Zhang Hai and his group of senior artists," Lin Yan said dismissively.

"If they could do it, why would I need to come to you?" Li Mingchang slapped his thigh suddenly.

"But that's not the worst part. The worst part is that something unexpected happened abroad this morning."

Li Mingchang took out his phone, opened a screenshot, and handed it to Lin Yan.

The screenshot shows a verified Twitter user named William Davis.

In this tweet, which received over a million likes, a staunch supporter of the Western classical music movement wrote a passage in an extremely arrogant tone.

Lin Yan narrowed his eyes and glanced at the translated content:

I heard that China is about to host a cultural exchange week. I listened to their most popular music right now, and sadly, it's all just soft, sentimental love songs and melodramatic pop tunes. The Chinese music scene lacks real vision; they don't understand what epic music is at all. Using this kind of music as the opening theme would be an insult to international art.

Li Mingchang gritted his teeth, his fingers trembling with anger.

"This guy is clearly deliberately stirring up trouble, trying to smear us internationally. This isn't just about music; it's a slap in the face to China!"

Lin Yan's originally lazy gaze turned cold the moment he finished reading the tweet.

He tossed the phone back to Lao Li, the smell of salted fish on him completely gone, and he looked like a sharpened blade.

In his previous life on Earth, he witnessed five thousand years of rich Chinese history and heard countless magnificent epic compositions.

Now, a foreigner dares to say that China doesn't understand the big picture?

"Old Li."

Lin Yan leaned back on the sofa, his fingers tapping lightly on the table, making a rhythmic "tap, tap" sound.

"Yes!" Li Mingchang was startled by his aura and subconsciously responded.

"I'll take this job."

Lin Yan lowered his eyelids slightly and let out a cold laugh.

"Epic, huh? Grand vision, huh? I hate trouble the most, but I hate it even more when people interfere in my field of expertise."