Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

the other side.

In the basement of the old city of Jiangcheng.

Xu Qing stared at the line of text on her phone screen.

"Rise Hotel 888 Private Room".

He tossed his phone onto the computer desk, picked up his broken enamel mug, and took a sip of water.

He didn't want to get involved in this mess.

There's too much filth in the entertainment industry. He's just a guy living in a basement; he's not qualified to be a savior.

But the message Xiaoyuer had just sent kept replaying in his mind.

"I said on stage today that he has a youthful spirit."

"I think he must be a very clean person."

Xu Qing tapped her fingers twice on the table.

He suddenly realized something.

The singer who performed "Take Me Away" at yesterday's Strawberry Music Festival.

Because she refused to cooperate with the publicity campaign and denied knowing Mingyue Qingfeng on the spot, she was suspended from work by Sister Hong today.

The singer's name is Luo Qianyu.

Xu Qing's lips twitched slightly.

After all that, it turns out this is the stupid reader who argues with him on WeChat every day, orders hundreds of yuan worth of takeout for him, and cries his heart out for the characters in his novels.

It's the Luoqian fish.

Xu Qing felt that the world was ridiculously small.

He picked up his phone and opened his WeChat contacts.

They found Sister Hong, whom he had set to "Do Not Disturb."

Open the dialog box.

The screen was filled with all sorts of flattering messages from Sister Hong.

All of them are 99+ unread red dots.

Xu Qing was too lazy to scroll up, so she typed directly into the input box.

.:exist?

The message was sent less than three seconds ago.

The chat interface displays "The other party is typing" at the top.

Hongjie: Teacher Mingyue! You finally replied to my message!

Sister Hong: I thought you had blocked me.

Sister Hong: Your song "Our Love" is currently topping the charts. The company's senior management would like to invite you to dinner. When would be a convenient time for you?

Xu Qing typed without expression.

: I'll skip the meal.

The singer who sang "Take Me Away" last time, is her name Luo Qianyu?

: I have a new song here, and I think her voice is quite suitable.

: Let her come to the recording studio tonight for a sound check.

In the offices of Star Emperor Entertainment.

Hongjie stared at the information on her phone screen, her eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

Mingyue Qingfeng actually specifically asked for Luo Qianyu?

That aloof and powerful figure who never even shows his face actually took a fancy to that ungrateful brat?

Countless thoughts flashed through Sister Hong's mind in an instant.

Luo Qianyu is going to accompany President Li tonight.

Mr. Li holds several hundred million yuan in investment shares, and Xinghuang Entertainment's major projects in the second half of the year all depend on his approval.

On one hand, there's a money-making machine that can produce hit songs.

On one side is the wealthy patron.

After weighing the pros and cons, Sister Hong quickly made a decision.

A hit song can be sung by someone else.

But Mr. Li's investment absolutely cannot fail.

Hongjie: Oh dear, Teacher Mingyue, this is really unfortunate.

Hongjie: Luo Qianyu is not free tonight.

Sister Hong: She has a very important social engagement; she has to have dinner with Mr. Li.

Hongjie: How about I find you a female singer who is more obedient and has better singing skills?

Hongjie: Our company just signed a few new artists, and their voices are definitely better than Luo Qianyu's.

In the basement.

Xu Qing looked at the reply on the screen, her eyes turning completely cold.

This Sister Hong is really daring.

They can push their artists into a fire pit and still make it sound so noble.

.:No.

I want her.

Where did she eat?

I'm going to find her.

Sister Hong sat in the boss's chair, looking at the message, and broke out in a cold sweat.

Is Mingyue Qingfeng going to the dinner party to find someone himself?

If President Li were to see this, how would the situation be controlled?

Hongjie: Teacher Mingyue, isn't this a bit inconvenient?

Sister Hong: That dinner was very private; Mr. Li doesn't like outsiders to disturb him.

Hongjie: How about tomorrow? Tomorrow I'll have Luo Qianyu wait for you in the recording studio all day!

Xu Qing did not reply.

He simply put his phone in his pocket.

He stood up, walked behind the door, picked up the faded, worn-out jacket, and put it on.

He walked up to the broken mirror covered in water stains and looked at himself in it.

His hair was a mess, and he hadn't shaved.

He looked exactly like a homeless person.

He ran his fingers through his hair a couple of times, then pushed open the iron gate and went outside.

Royal Dynasty Hotel.

The most luxurious five-star hotel in Jiangcheng.

The entrance was filled with various limited-edition supercars and luxury business vehicles.

Luo Qianyu was wearing a black tracksuit, zipped up all the way, and a black baseball cap.

She stood out awkwardly in the magnificent lobby.

The lobby manager walked over and looked her up and down.

"Miss, do you have an appointment?"

Luo Qianyu remained expressionless.

"Room 888"

The lobby manager's attitude immediately became respectful.

Room 888 is the hotel's most exclusive VIP room, and the guests who book it tonight are all extremely wealthy and influential.

Please follow me.

Luo Qianyu followed the manager into the elevator and went up to the eighth floor.

Stepping on the thick carpet, Luo Qianyu kept her hands inside her bag.

His fingers gripped the Nokia phone tightly.

She would immediately press the dial button if anything seemed amiss.

The manager pushed open the heavy door to the private room.

"Miss, please come in."

Luo Qianyu went inside, and the door to the private room closed behind her.

The private room was very spacious, with a crystal chandelier emitting a soft light.

There was only one person sitting at the huge round table.

A woman wearing a white business suit with long, flowing hair.

Li Qinghuan was holding a glass of red wine, watching Luo Qianyu walk in.

Luo Qianyu stood there, stunned.

She looked around.

There are no pot-bellied old men.

There was no lecherous look in his eyes.

Only this stunningly beautiful woman with an exceptional aura stands before me.

"You're President Li?" Luo Qianyu asked with some suspicion.

Li Qinghuan put down her wine glass and smiled.

"Yes, I am General Manager Li."

"Sit down, what are you standing for?"

Luo Qianyu cautiously pulled out a chair and sat down.

She hasn't let her guard down yet.

In this circle, unspoken rules among female bosses are not uncommon.

"Sister Hong asked me to have dinner with you," Luo Qianyu said, getting straight to the point.

Li Qinghuan couldn't help but laugh when she saw Luo Qianyu's perfectly fitted tracksuit.

"Are you dressed like that, planning to go straight to a marathon after dinner?"

Luo Qianyu kept a straight face.

"I'm only responsible for meals, nothing else."

Li Qinghuan shook her head.

Chairman Luo's daughter is quite straightforward.

Don't worry, I'm not interested in you.

Li Qinghuan picked up her chopsticks and placed a piece of fish on the plate in front of Luo Qianyu.

"I was just asked to come and see how you've been doing lately."

Luo Qianyu was stunned.

"Entrusted by someone?"

"Who?"

Li Qinghuan did not answer directly.

"Someone who cares about you a lot, but is too embarrassed to come to you."

The image of her father's furious face instantly flashed into Luo Qianyu's mind.

She immediately understood.

It turns out that this Mr. Li was a spy sent by her father.

Luo Qianyu let out a long breath and slumped into her chair.

She took off her baseball cap and threw it on the table.

"That scared me to death."

"I thought there was going to be bloodshed tonight."

Li Qinghuan raised an eyebrow.

"Blood?"

Luo Qianyu took the Nokia phone out of her bag and slammed it on the table.

"I've even set up a dedicated phone line for my dad's bodyguard."

"If you dare lay a hand on me, I'll have my dad's men tear this hotel down."

Li Qinghuan looked at the old-fashioned cell phone and laughed heartily.

"You really are Chairman Luo's own daughter."

"They have the exact same temper."

Luo Qianyu picked up her chopsticks and began to eat the food heartily.

She hadn't eaten much all day and was starving.

"Go back and tell my dad that I'm doing fine."

Tell him to stop worrying unnecessarily.

Li Qinghuan picked up her wine glass and took a sip.

"fine?"

"I heard you were suspended from work by your company's agent today?"

"And they even threatened to pay a five million yuan penalty for breach of contract?"

Luo Qianyu paused for a moment while eating.

She looked up and curled her lip indifferently.

"A small matter."

"I can handle it."

Li Qinghuan sighed.

Why would you do this?

"Wouldn't it be better to go home and inherit the family fortune?"

"They insist on struggling and getting stuck in this quagmire."

Luo Qianyu put down her chopsticks, her expression becoming very serious.

I want to sing.

"I want to stand on the stage based on my own strength."

"If I go home, everyone will say that I got where I am by spending my dad's money."

Li Qinghuan looked at the stubborn girl in front of her.

"But the reality is, you don't even have a chance to get ahead right now."

"That agent named Sister Hong is clearly trying to suppress you."

Luo Qianyu bit her lip.

"I will prove them wrong."

Just then, the door to the private room was suddenly kicked open.

...........

Let's take a new route.

Line A is the main plot of the novel, presented in reverse chronological order.

Route B jumps from chapters 1-16 to chapters 66-75, which is the bad ending route.

The current C route is the encounter after the Jiang Yue incident, and the story content is different from the main storyline.

Line A's characters meet on the 21st and take the stage on the 24th.

However, if I go down the C route, there might be far fewer shows, meaning that 18-year-old Xu Qing and Xiao Yu will meet earlier.