Chapter Thirty-Seven: Kissing Her Lips

Su Muci's gentle voice flowed softly through the electric current:

"Thank you for your support, listeners. Today's 'Sound of Heartbeats' is coming to an end. SuSu will be live at 8 PM tonight. I look forward to continuing to communicate with you in the live broadcast room."

The moment he finished speaking, Fu Hengzhi, lying on the hospital bed, abruptly pulled out the IV needle from the back of his hand and strode off the bed.

He bent down, picked up his phone from the ground, and went straight out of the ward.

"Young Master, you cannot be discharged from the hospital yet!"

"Get out of my way!"

Fu Hengzhi rudely pushed aside the bodyguard outside the door and rushed into the elevator without looking back.

The elevator went straight to the first floor, where the car was already waiting.

The car door opened, and he sat in the back seat without hesitation. At the same time, he picked up his phone and dialed a number: "Find out where Ying'er is right now!"

...

KTV private room.

"A warm welcome to Loulan joining the Zhou Group's headquarters!"

"Let's all work hard now, and our goal is to sweep the top five spots in this year's annual live streamer competition!"

Zhou Mengying and the female anchors under Zhou's company raised their glasses in celebration.

Qinglan suddenly joked, "That new anchor Su Su will probably be forced to leave the show soon due to the fans' criticism, and GX Radio will never have a decent anchor again."

No sooner had she finished speaking than Zhou Mengying received a phone call.

The marketing department's feedback came through: "Mr. Zhou, the latest listenership for GX Radio's 'Heartbeat Voice' program has reached a new high! At its peak, it surpassed the number of listeners for Zhou's Radio during the same time slot!"

Zhou Mengying's face instantly turned ugly: "How is this possible? Are you sure GX Radio didn't report false data?"

No one in the radio industry expected that the radio data, which had been sluggish since Loulan left, would rebound dramatically after Su Muci's heartfelt rendition of "Looking Back"!

Even seasoned music critics have given her a shout-out on Weibo:

This new streamer's singing voice carries the musical soul and charm of the previous generation, like a reincarnation of Bai Nuannuan.

The phrase "Bai Nuannuan" instantly unlocked a generation's long-forgotten memories.

Bai Nuannuan, the legendary first diva of Zhou's Radio 25 years ago, was known for her multiple styles of classical, folk and love songs, but she quietly retired at the peak of her career, becoming an immortal white moonlight in the hearts of countless listeners.

Few people know that "Bai Nuannuan" is just a stage name.

Her real name is: Su Nuan.

Upon learning of this industry news, Zhou Mengying angrily hung up the phone.

Qinglan noticed that Zhou Mengying's expression was off and asked in confusion, "President Zhou, is something wrong?"

Zhou Mengying didn't reply, but looked at Sister Loulan, "Loulan, who exactly is Su Su, the apprentice GX Radio found for you? Why is GX Radio protecting her information? What special background does she have?"

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at Sister Loulan with mixed feelings.

The background of the mysterious new anchor Su Su has long been a secret that the radio industry wants to find out.

Under everyone's gaze, Sister Loulan sighed and said, "President Zhou, I've signed a confidentiality agreement..."

Zhou Mengying pressed further, "Everyone here is trustworthy; no one will leak this information."

Loulan relented: "But... alright then, actually Susu is..."

Sudden--

"Bang!"

The door to the private room was kicked open suddenly.

Fu Hengzhi rushed in and pulled Zhou Mengying into a tight embrace.

"Ying'er... I've finally found you!"

He still smelled strongly of disinfectant.

Zhou Mengying was waiting to find out more about Su Su, but he interrupted her, and she couldn't hide her disgust.

She turned her head and winked at Qinglan beside her.

Qinglan immediately left with the other streamers, including Loulan.

Once the private room was quiet again, Zhou Mengying gently pushed Fu Hengzhi away, her face filled with worry. "Hengzhi, how are you hurt? I want to go to the hospital to see you, but my dad won't let me..."

Fu Hengzhi's eyes instantly turned bloodshot: "Ying'er, I knew you wouldn't abandon me! There must be something you can't say about breaking up. Now that we're all alone, tell me the truth!"

Zhou Mengying's eyes darted around.

She turned on her phone, tapped on a video, and saw a bodyguard grabbing ashes and throwing them into the toilet…

Fu Hengzhi's pupils contracted: "This is!"

Zhou Mengying's voice choked with emotion: "It's Xiaoqi's ashes."

Xiao Qi?!

These two words are like a key, instantly unlocking the floodgates of memory.

Fu Hengzhi recalled the scene of his first meeting with Zhou Mengying: she was holding a small, disabled white silver fox in her arms, a picture of tranquility and gentleness.

His tense face twitched uncontrollably: "Who! Dared to throw Xiao Qi's ashes into the toilet!"

Zhou Mengying caught the anger in his eyes with satisfaction. "Hengzhi, who else could it be?"

"She stole my ashes and threatened to break up with me or flush them all away. Xiaoqi was already so pitiful in life, I couldn't bear to see it suffer even in death. Hengzhi, I never thought that woman would dare to go to such lengths. She deserved to die for what happened on the rooftop!"

As soon as the inflammatory words were spoken, the air was filled with the cracking sound of knuckles clenching tightly.

"So that's how it is..."

"Su Muci, that vicious woman..."

Fu Hengzhi felt ashamed that he had previously recalled the beauty of Su Muci.

After a long silence, he gritted his teeth and said, "Ying'er, wait for me for a few days, I will take care of her!"

After Fu Hengzhi left in anger, Zhou Mengying called Qinglan in and asked urgently, "How did it go? Did you get any information from Loulan about who that anchor Su Su is?"

Qinglan shook her head: "She drank too much and is completely drunk."

Zhou Mengying's brows suddenly furrowed.

Suddenly, a decision was made: "You contact the annual selection committee and have Su Su from GX Radio compete against you in the preliminary round, knocking her out of the preliminary round early!"

Qinglan, a champion anchor who has won the title for many consecutive years, has her pride.

The thought of having her target a newcomer in the preliminary rounds made me a little displeased.

But seeing Zhou Mengying's cold expression, she could only accept the arrangement: "I know, I will let her die in her swaddling clothes."

...

Su Muci originally thought the data for her first exclusive broadcast would be very poor.

But her assistant announced a result that she could hardly believe...

She broke the record!

Su Muci received a call from Huo Zhan and was invited to the restaurant. Looking at Huo Zhan across from her, she still didn't react.

Seeing that she was still somewhat dazed, Huo Zhan calmly poured her a glass of low-alcohol red wine and pushed it in front of her.

"Miss Su, congratulations on your first victory!"

Su Muci picked up her wine glass in a daze. After the glasses clinked gently, she touched the cool rim of the glass with her soft lips and took a small sip.

Perhaps because of my restlessness, the red wine I swallowed instantly triggered a light cough.

She stood up hastily: "Excuse me, Mr. Huo, I need to go to the restroom."

After she turned to leave, Huo Zhan's gaze fell on the cup she had just used, where a faint lip print still lingered on the rim.

His eyes darkened, and without making a sound, he exchanged his cup with hers, then secretly kissed her lips...

...

Su Muci washed her face in the bathroom.

After confirming that you are not dreaming, wipe yourself clean with a damp towel.

She returned to her seat, unaware that her cup had been switched, and also oblivious to the fact that Huo Zhan's lips across from her had a touch of red on them.

She asked, "Mr. Huo, are these radio station data... real?"

Huo Zhan regained his composure and handed her a document: "You'll see when you take a look."

Su Muchi clicked to view.

Inside are, in order, the audience analysis and age distribution of radio broadcasts.

Huo Zhan explained calmly: "The current unemployment rate among young and middle-aged people is relatively high, and a large number of them have entered the ranks of ride-hailing drivers. This song carries the memories of a generation, and after word of mouth, its popularity on the in-vehicle channel has surpassed that of Jay Chou."

"Then...then I'm really lucky."

As soon as Su Muci finished speaking, Huo Zhan gazed at her meaningfully and said firmly, "It's not luck, it's that you deserve it."