Fu Yan stared at his face for two seconds, then felt a slight throbbing in her head and frowned slightly.

He just stared at Jiang Yuqing, and the atmosphere became inexplicably tense.

To ease the tension, the manager pointed to Jiang Yuqing and introduced her to Fu Yan: "Mr. Fu, this is our company's General Manager Jiang..."

Is your surname Jiang?

He suddenly remembered Xiao Xin's words.

Fu Yan's brows furrowed, then suddenly relaxed.

Holding the documents in his hand, he said to the manager, "I'm sorry, but I regret that I can no longer cooperate with your company."

After he finished speaking, he didn't pay attention to the two people's reactions and walked out the door with the documents.

Only when she heard the door close behind her did Jiang Yuqing stiffly withdraw her hand, which had been hovering in mid-air.

Seeing his bad expression, the manager bowed his head and apologized, "I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang, the contract wasn't agreed upon."

Jiang Yuqing stared in the direction Fu Yan had left and waved her hand at him, "It's none of your business."

Seeing his uncertain expression and the slight bead of sweat on his forehead, the manager said tremblingly, "Then, I'll go down first..."

Jiang Yuqing sat down in the chair behind her, lowered her eyes and casually fiddled with the jade ring on her finger, and said in a light voice: "Okay, you can go now. You don't need to come anymore."

manager:"……"

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Fu Yan left the company, her head throbbing with pain.

He covered his forehead and was just about to hail a taxi when he saw a familiar car driving in his direction.

Xiao Xin had just parked the car when she looked up and noticed that Fu Yan's expression was off.

As soon as Fu Yan sat in the passenger seat, Xiao Xin asked, "Is it a headache or chest pain?"

“Head…” Fu Yan replied.

Xiao Xin quickly took out the spare medicine next to her, opened it, and handed it to Fu Yan.

Fu Yan swallowed the medicine with warm water and leaned back in his chair to catch his breath.

Seeing him frown in discomfort, Xiao Xin's heart also tightened, and she swallowed the question she was about to ask.

He withdrew his gaze from Fu Yan's face and started the car.

About five minutes later, while Xiao Xin was waiting at a traffic light, Fu Yan finally spoke up: "Brother, I just ran into someone..."

Xiao Xin's heart skipped a beat. Regardless of whether it was the answer he had guessed, he didn't want to hear it, so he simply changed the subject: "Shouldn't you take your head to the hospital to get it checked out?"

“That person’s name is Jiang Yuqing…” Fu Yan answered irrelevantly.

Xiao Xin's expression hardened. He stared at the traffic light, pursed his lips, and remained silent: "..."

Fu Yan had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on, "Brother, was the person I used to like...?"

“I don’t know…” Xiao Xin interrupted him.

He appeared calm on the surface, but inside he was experiencing a turmoil of emotions, yet he tried his best to appear composed.

Because he was still holding the steering wheel for both of them.

Fu Yan noticed the evasive look in his eyes, looked away, and leaned back in his chair to rest.

...

The following week, Xiao Xin threw herself back into her busy work schedule, and didn't go home for almost three days in a row.

Fu Yan came to wait for him downstairs at his company several times, but Xiao Xin always refused, citing being busy and having to work overtime at the company.

Fu Yan felt somewhat depressed, thinking that Xiao Xin had really overworked herself.

Fu Yan looked at himself and realized that he had been doing nothing and just getting by.

He suddenly became very curious about what his past self had been doing, but it definitely couldn't have been an ordinary college student...

He had a vague recollection of those course materials; it seemed like he had studied them before.

None of those things are the most important. The most important thing is that he hasn't hugged Xiao Xin for three days in a row.

He misses him so much.

If I don't hold Xiao Xin while I sleep for a day, I feel so uncomfortable that I can't fall asleep.

But Xiao Xin ignored him, and would only reply to one out of ten WeChat messages.

Today is the fourth day that Xiao Xin has not gone home. Fu Yan hesitated for a while downstairs at the company, and finally left dejectedly.

Xiao Xin's new job is not easy; she has to do the work of three people.

Fortunately, the overall direction of the song's creation was already in place, and he only needed to write the lyrics.

Then it took him two more days to write the lyrics.

Towards the end, he was finally able to catch his breath. Only after he finished his work did he realize that Fu Yan had sent him nearly a hundred messages.

Most of them said they cared about him and missed him.

When Xiao Xin thought of Fu Yan's aggrieved expression, all the weariness and bitterness in her heart seemed insignificant, and she was filled with happiness instead.

All of this came from just one person, Fu Yan.

Xiao Xin leaned back in her chair, thinking how wonderful it felt to love someone.

When the song is released, he can go home and hug his puppy.

However, before that day came, Xiao Xin was told that the song he had painstakingly created would be canceled again.

Xiao Xin, clutching her disheveled hair in despair, stormed into the executive office and pounded on the executive team's door. "I want to ask what the meaning of that song is. You just cancel it like that? Did you even consider how much effort our production team put into it?"

The team leader put down his work, walked up to Xiao Xin, crossed his arms, and gave him a disdainful once-over before saying, "This is also the order from above. We are just following orders. If you're angry, go talk to your superiors."

Xiao Xin slammed her fist on the door, gritting her teeth as she looked at him: "Who's up there?"

"The company's CEO, as well as various shareholders and investors."

Xiao Xin almost broke his teeth by biting them.

The team leader patted him on the shoulder again, seeing right through Xiao Xin's thoughts: "Young man, don't just pursue ideals blindly. What's the value of ideals? Just listen to the orders from above and be down-to-earth..."

Undeterred, Xiao Xin turned and left the execution department.

He really wanted to have a discussion with those "leaders" above him.

As Xiao Xin stepped out of the elevator on the 20th floor, someone walked towards him.

Xiao Xin had good eyesight and could see the smile on Jiang Yuqing's face from ten meters away.

He had checked this company before, and it had no connection with Jiang Yuqing. It was obvious why Jiang Yuqing was here.

Xiao Xin clenched his fist, ready to strike Jiang Yuqing's face, but before his fist could land, his wrist was intercepted by a large hand.

Jiang Yuqing patted the bodyguard's hand that was holding Xiao Xin and laughed, "Don't be violent. There are surveillance cameras here. Fighting would damage my reputation..."

Xiao Xin sensed the sarcasm in his words and looked at Jiang Yuqing, saying, "Is this all you know how to do?"

Jiang Yuqing crossed her arms, a smug smile on her face. "What can I do, Xin Xin? I can't beat you in a fight, so I have to find a way to squeeze you out of you elsewhere, right?"

Xiao Xin withdrew his hand and took two deep breaths to calm down.

He stood in front of Jiang Yuqing, looking directly into her cold eyes: "Jiang Yuqing, what exactly do you want?"

Jiang Yuqing reached out and patted his collarbone, then poked it and laughed, "Don't you know best what I want?"

Xiao Xin slapped his hand away, barely suppressing the urge to punch him, "Stop beating around the bush with me!"

Jiang Yuqing chuckled, her eyes fixed on him as if trying to see right through him: "I want you to break up with Fu Yan..."