Song Ci did not hide her plan from Han Zhan. She told him: "I'm trying to make money. I know a singer and I plan to work with him. I will compose music for him and he will give me 30% of the commission."

Song Ci thought Han Zhan would ask her if the other person was a man or a woman, but Han Zhan asked, "Are you short of money?"

"Well... I'm short of money." Song Ci, who was short of money, was a little shy.

Han Zhan wanted to say that he could help her. But before he could open his mouth, Han Zhan remembered that night on the street when Song Ci cried and confessed her feelings to him. In the end, Han Zhan decided not to interfere with Song Ci's decision.

Song Ci has her pride, and he decided to respect her decision.

"Okay, I'm going to sleep first."

"good."

In the morning, Song Ci went to the hospital again. Seeing that Li's mother had recovered well, she felt relieved. When she returned home at noon, she checked QQ again and received a reply from Liang Bo.

Liang Bo: [Goddess, you're amazing! I'm going to fight you big!]

Liang Bo: [But I'm curious, why did you choose me?]

Liang Bo had already heard Song Ci's arrangement, which was very good. He had played the song on repeat for the entire morning, and just now he improvised and wrote a lyric for Song Ci's arrangement in just fifteen minutes.

"You once made me very happy, but now I feel lonely when I think about you. Love has turned me into the type of person I hate the most..." Liang Bo hummed the lyrics to the melody arranged by Song Ci, and felt that this song was going to be a big hit.

Song Ci stared at the second reply, smiled, and then replied to Liang Bo: [The reason I chose you is naturally because of your talent. Otherwise, what do you think it is?]

Liang Bo made a shy expression. [Damn it, I thought you were into me.]

Song Ci pursed her lips and thought to herself that this guy has always been a chatterbox.

Song Ci: [18XXX, this is my phone number, please call me if you need anything.]

Song Ci: [Solemnly declare: I only love my brother Han.] After sending the message, Song Ci logged off. She logged back into WeChat and saw Mu Qiu's update on her Moments.

She said, "Today I attended the funeral of an elderly stranger. It was very quiet. There were no mournful cries, no heartbreaking remembrances. Everyone said their goodbyes quietly, as if they were just chatting about the weather. I hope that after I die, no one will cry for me. I want to go in peace and quiet."

Song Ci and Mu Qiu have several mutual friends, and she saw many people leaving messages to comfort Mu Qiu.

Song Ci didn't know what to comment, so he just pretended not to see it.

The next day, Mu Qiu transferred all his savings to an education charity, and selected five orphaned but smart and studious children, expressing his willingness to use the money to fund their studies.

Long Yu monitored Mu Qiu's every move. He told Song Ci all the intelligence he had gathered over the past few days over the phone, detailing everything.

After hearing Long Yu's report, Song Ci learned that Mu Qiu had really used all his savings to help strange children go to school, and her doubts deepened. What exactly had caused Mu Qiu to become what he was today?

The mystery of Song Dynasty porcelain is puzzling.

Less than half an hour after she finished her call with Long Yu, the doorbell rang again. Through the surveillance camera, Song Ci saw the girl in a pink dress outside the door and her expression became wary.

What is Mu Qiu doing here? Song Ci hesitated behind the door for a long time before opening it.

Mu Qiu was carrying a few bottles of beer. She walked in, raised her beer, and said to Song Ci with a smile, "I heard that my brother-in-law is not at home. Sister, I'll come and drink with you."

The two sisters both like to drink. In the past, when they were at the Mu family's house, under the starry sky in midsummer, the two sisters would sit on the rooftop, drinking beer bottles and chatting about all kinds of gossip.

Song Ci let Mu Qiu in.

The two of them sat on the floor in front of the French window. Song Ci looked at the wine bottles and said, "Shall I make two side dishes?"

Mu Qiu tucked her long hair behind her ears and said, "Okay."

In twenty minutes, Song Ci prepared a dish of smashed cucumber and fried peanuts. She placed the dishes on a small table and sat down with Mu Qiu. Seeing Mu Qiu swiftly open the bottle of wine, Song Ci warned her, "Your current health is not suitable for drinking."

Mu Qiu smiled in relief, "One day at a time, sister, let me live happily."

What else can we say about Song Dynasty porcelain?

Mu Qiu took a sip of her wine and said, "School has started, and my roommate asked me why I didn't go to school." Mu Qiu lived on campus during her studies and only went home during holidays. Seeing her bed empty, her roommate thought she had moved out that semester.

Mu Qiu shrugged and said self-deprecatingly, "How can I respond? Tell them I'm going to die, so I don't need to study anymore?"

Song Ci frowned at her and did not respond to her mockery.

Mu Qiu kept drinking, quickly finishing three bottles, while Song Ci only drank one. Mu Qiu's alcohol tolerance was not as good as Song Ci's. After three bottles of beer, Mu Qiu's head was actually a little dizzy, but his consciousness was still clear.

She held the wine bottle and tilted her head to look at Song Ci.

The setting sun shone through the French windows onto Song Ci's figure. Her short, wine-red hair was bathed in a golden glow, her porcelain-white cheeks appearing even more delicate and beautiful. Her brown eyes, like a pair of slits in water, were truly beautiful. Even Mu Qiu, a girl, felt moved upon seeing them.

"You're always like this." Mu Qiu said suddenly.

Song Ci looked at her sideways.

Mu Qiu narrowed his eyes, frowned, and said, "Song Ci has a face as delicate and charming as a rose, but a proud and reserved character like a winter plum. She is charming but not vulgar, a true flower of wealth and honor."

Song Ci sneered, "Who said that? That's an exaggeration."

Mu Qiu chuckled and said, "This is what the senior I had a crush on left a comment on Weibo."

Song Ci was stunned.

Mu Qiu reached out and caressed Song Ci's cheeks, eyes, nose, and mouth. Finally, he pinched Song Ci's cheeks hard. "Do you know how much I hate your face?"

Song Ci knocked Mu Qiu's hand away, curled the corners of her lips, and smiled coldly, "Now I know."

Mu Qiu shook his head.

She put down the wine bottle, leaned over, and hugged Song Ci. From a distance, the two of them looked like sisters with deep affection.

Mu Qiu said to Song Ci, "I hate you, Song Ci. I've hated you since the first day you walked into my house at the age of thirteen. Before you came, everyone praised me. They said I was smart and sensible, and that I would make my parents proud in the future. But when you came, I became just a foil."

"I'm pretty, but I'm not as pretty as you."

"Song Ci, what are you doing in my house?"

What are you doing at her house?

To be her heart supply! Song Ci felt disgusted. She answered Mu Qiu expressionlessly: "You have to ask your father about this. He brought me back to the Mu family."

Mu Qiu was so angry that she cried, and her tears fell on Song Ci's shoulders, wetting her skirt.

After a while, Mu Qiu finally let go of Song Ci. She looked at Song Ci's pretty face with tears in her eyes, and said with resentment, "Why didn't you die in that earthquake?"

This is a complete break-up.