"It seems this person and this song are a story you've been keeping from revealing!"

Mao Yingying sighed, "You wait here, I'll go take a look."

This time, Wu Yanping finally stopped refusing.

She had vowed that she would never see that unfaithful man again in her entire life, and that she would never think of him again.

But the singing just now completely broke her down.

All she wants now is to see that person as soon as possible.

As for vows, promises, and bottom lines, she didn't care about any of them at this moment.

...

The third floor of the love hotel.

"Like a pipa player half-concealing her face, surely that will get her attention?"

Wang Qian drew the curtains, put down his guitar, and sat inside to wait patiently.

He did indeed come to see Wu Yanping this time.

but,

Since we can't find it through the normal procedures, we have to take an unconventional approach.

This kind of half-concealed approach has always been most likely to arouse other people's curiosity.

The less you can see clearly, the more you want to see it clearly.

As it turned out, he was right.

"Knock knock knock!"

After a short while, he waited patiently and then heard a knock on the door of his room.

Immediately afterwards, a woman's gentle voice came from outside the door, "Is anyone home?"

"who?"

Wang Qian pretended not to know.

"Hello, my name is Mao Yingying, and I'm Wu Yanping's agent. May I come in and talk to you?"

"Wu Yanping's agent?"

Wang Qian raised an eyebrow and hurriedly got up to open the door.

The woman who appeared outside the door was around thirty years old, with a round face, fair skin, and a mature charm.

"Hello, are you the person who was playing the guitar just now?"

As she asked this question, a barely perceptible look of surprise flashed in Mao Yingying's eyes.

So handsome!

No wonder Wu Yanping couldn't forget this man.

"What's wrong?"

Wang Qian frowned slightly. "I just played a little on a whim. Did I disturb you?"

"No, not at all!"

Mao Yingying waved her hand, then tentatively asked, "Can we go inside and talk?"

Wang Qian pretended to hesitate for a moment before stepping aside and gesturing for him to come in.

"Thanks!"

Mao Yingying nodded gratefully and carefully entered the house.

Wang Qian casually closed the door and pointed to the only bed in the room, saying, "If you don't mind the dirt, feel free to sit anywhere."

"I can stand up!"

Mao Yingying gave an awkward smile, then got to the point, "May I ask what your name is?"

"Wang Qian, Wang as in king, Qian as in humble!"

"It's Mr. Wang!"

Mao Yingying went along with it and said, "The song you just sang had a very catchy melody. Even if it was the first time I heard it, it sounded very familiar. May I ask who wrote this song? Why have I never heard of it before?"

"I write!"

Wang Qian did not deny it, saying, "I wrote this song for an acquaintance from the past. I just remembered some old memories and couldn't help but play it. I hope you won't laugh at me."

"You wrote this?"

Mao Yingying's eyes lit up, "You really wrote this song?"

"What? You don't believe me?" Wang Qian retorted.

"N-No, that's not true!"

Mao Yingying waved her hands repeatedly, her gaze towards Wang Qian filled with admiration, "I'm just a little surprised. It seems you really do have a lot of musical talent."

"Thank you for the compliment, but I'm just an amateur music enthusiast, I can't say I have any talent." Wang Qian humbly shook his head.

After considering for a moment, Mao Yingying tentatively asked, "Mr. Wang, there's a rather private question I might ask?"

"Ask away, as long as I'm willing to answer," Wang Qian replied with a smile.

Mao Yingying's expression froze.

But after glancing intentionally or unintentionally at the Pearl Hotel across the street, she still braced herself and said, "You probably already know why I'm here, right?"

Wang Qian pondered for a moment and said, "Why don't you just tell me? I've never liked guessing."

The intention behind playing this song at the hotel where Wu Yanping was staying couldn't be clearer.

Since Mao Yingying claimed to be Wu Yanping's agent and came specifically to find him, her intentions were almost obvious.

but,

Just like he said, he doesn't like guessing.

Because if you guess first, it's easier to expose your true intentions, thus putting you in a very passive position.

"Alright, then I'll get straight to the point!"

Mao Yingying straightened her expression and asked, "You know Wu Yanping, right?"

“We knew each other before!” Wang Qian corrected.

"I see!"

Mao Yingying instantly understood and said with a wry smile, "If I'm not mistaken, the song you just played and sang was probably specially played for Wu Yanping, right?"

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

Wang Qian cut to the chase: "Now that you already know, there seems to be no need to keep asking, right?"

"Too!"

Mao Yingying nodded in deep agreement, "Alright, since we've come this far, I'll just say what I have to say."

“There must have been some untold stories between you and Wu Yanping.”

"But I asked her many times, and she just wouldn't tell me."

"But after listening to your singing and playing the guitar, she, who is usually very strong, couldn't help but burst into tears."

"And you, in this specific place, played and sang this song that could break Wu Yanping's mentality, so I guess this song must have some special meaning for you, right?"

Wang Qian neither confirmed nor denied this.

He didn't know what this song meant to Wu Yanping, but deep down, it did hold great significance for him.

Although it has passed, it is an indispensable part of life.

"Why don't you just tell me directly, what do you want with Wu Yanping?"

Mao Yingying stared intently at Wang Qian. "I know you went to great lengths to get Wu Yanping's attention. Now that you've succeeded, so what?"

"Since we've already laid it all out, I'll just say it directly!"

Wang Qian stopped beating around the bush and said, "I went to the hotel earlier, intending to see Wu Yanping, but the receptionist wouldn't let me. So, I had no choice but to use this method to get her attention."

"What do you want with Wu Yanping?"

A hint of wariness flickered in Mao Yingying's eyes.

In her view, Wang Qian was trying every means to see Wu Yanping for only two reasons.

First, in order to win back Wu Yanping's heart;

Second, for money.

After all, Wu Yanping is now famous, with both fame and money. It's quite normal for people she used to know to come and curry favor with her.

Wang Qian's choice to stay in this run-down hotel instead of the Mingzhu Hotel indicates that he is very poor.

Further deduction reveals their true intentions.

They're here for the money!

Therefore, no matter how well Wang Qian plays the guitar or how well he sings, once you see through this essence, he's not worth taking seriously.

However, she was somewhat surprised when she heard what Wang Qian said next.