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After seeing off Mr. and Mrs. Shen, who were satisfied, the villa on the hillside finally became quiet.

Before leaving, the elderly couple didn't forget to forcibly take the "Preface to the Poems Composed at the Orchid Pavilion".

Shen Qingqiu leaned back on the sofa, her cheeks still a little hot. Just thinking about her mother's last words, "Hurry up and get the marriage certificate," made her heart pound like it had been electrocuted.

She secretly glanced at Lin Yan beside her.

After winning over his rigid father-in-law, this guy instantly transformed into his true, easygoing self. He's currently lounging around like Ge You, completely unconcerned about his image, smacking his lips while holding the floor plan of the 1.5 billion dollar building.

"The 33rd floor has the best view; we could break it down and turn it into a gaming room..."

"Let's build a top-of-the-line private cinema on the 32nd floor, the kind with a starry sky ceiling..."

"The 31st floor must have a super big kitchen and a barbecue terrace, so we can grill some skewers whenever we want."

Listen to this, all he plans is eating, drinking and having fun, where is the slightest sense of self-awareness as the "chairman of the group"?

Shen Qingqiu was both annoyed and amused, and couldn't help but stretch out her foot and gently kick him with the toe of her fluffy slipper.

"Hey, Chairman Lin, don't you have anything to say to me?"

"Yes." Lin Yan put down the blueprints and looked at her seriously. "Boss, look at the property management fees and utility bills for this building. Shouldn't the company reimburse them? Be more open-minded and don't make me pay out of my own pocket."

"..." Shen Qingqiu almost choked on his words, grabbed a cushion and threw it at him, "Lin Yan! You blockhead! My parents already agreed!"

Lin Yan easily caught the pillow and placed it behind his head. Seeing her embarrassed and annoyed expression, he finally stopped pretending to be stupid, smiled, stretched out his long arm, and pulled her directly into his arms.

"Okay, long live my parents-in-law."

He lowered his head and kissed Shen Qingqiu's smooth forehead.

"But... Boss, this dowry is a bit too much. Giving away a 1.5 billion building like that, am I being too arrogant by living off you?"

Although he jokingly said "living off a woman is really nice," Lin Yan knew exactly what was going on.

He can live comfortably in a villa and drive luxury cars because his works from his previous life have generated far more profit for his studio.

But this building is different.

This is the source of Shen Qingqiu's confidence to spend real money and spare no expense to avenge him and fulfill his dream. This sincerity has long exceeded the scope of "employee benefits".

This was her betrothal gift.

It was she who, setting aside all pride and reserve, made the most direct and passionate advance towards him.

Lin Yan felt that he should at least reciprocate with a generous gift that matched, or even surpassed, this sentiment.

Throwing money around? That's too tacky. A car and a house? He has it all.

What else can we give?

Lin Yan's gaze fell on the television screen. The Golden Melody Awards ceremony was being rebroadcast, and he was wearing a military overcoat, the center of attention.

A crazy idea struck my mind like lightning.

He wants to hold a concert.

No, it's not just a concert. He's going to give her an unprecedented, sensational confession that will shake the entire nation.

He wanted to ask her personally, under the brightest spotlight and in front of tens of thousands of people, if she would be willing to be a real "boss lady".

Once the thought crossed my mind, my heart started pounding wildly in my chest.

He needs the best venue, the most spectacular stage, and... an incredibly sweet love song.

A love song that surpasses "Lime" and "Love You," the sweetest love song in the world.

Lin Yan closed his eyes and began searching through the treasure trove of entertainment in his mind.

Classic love songs flashed by, but none of them were sweet enough to match the woman in my arms, the woman I wouldn't trade the whole world for.

Then, a cloyingly sweet melody accompanied by images of pink balloons popped up.

That's it, it'll absolutely go on a killing spree.

Lin Yan's lips curled into a confident smile.

He gently patted Shen Qingqiu, who was almost asleep, and softened his voice: "Boss, I suddenly had a burst of inspiration. Go to the recording studio for a while."

"Hmm..." Shen Qingqiu responded drowsily, shifting to a more comfortable position to continue sleeping.

Lin Yan tiptoed up, covered her with a blanket, grabbed his phone and headed straight for the top-of-the-line private recording studio on the first floor, locking the door behind him.

He didn't look for Lao Liang, nor did he look for Chen Yu.

Instead, he found a number and dialed it directly.

The call was answered quickly, and a strong, Beijing-accented voice came through.

"Hey? Lin Yan? You've got some nerve calling me today! Did some idiot mess with you? Tell me, this old man's gotta stand up for you!"

On the other end of the phone was Li Mingchang, president of the Huaxia Music Association.

Lin Yan leaned against the control panel and cut straight to the point: "Mr. Li, I need your help. It's a... very personal matter."