Wanzhou: "..."

Qi Jiu pursed her lips, thinking of Chen Sisi's joyful expression, and stopped.

Sisi is not a superficial person; she couldn't possibly like him just because of his looks.

If you're unsure, take another look?

"Okay, this is the last chance." She sat down again, looked at the executive who had been following Feng Nai in the practice room, nodded at him, and her eyes held an inscrutable expression.

"Get them all out."

Wanzhou was about to be sidelined by her previous company, so it's understandable that she was nervous when suddenly facing the camera.

Qi Silin looked at Qi Jiu and leaned forward. "When did you become so patient? This Wan Zhou... is your long-lost younger brother?"

If she had encountered someone like that before, she probably wouldn't have even given him a second glance. Why would she have the patience to come back?

Qi Jiu: "..."

The girl didn't look up. "Sisi likes him."

The man understood, sat back down, and didn't say anything more, but his eyes were still on Qi Jiu.

A sister-obsessed guy has suddenly appeared next to me!

Feng Nai grunted in acknowledgment and shooed away the people behind him. Qi Jiu watched the departing people, then turned her gaze back to Wan Zhou.

"This is your last chance. Whether you want to show your true strength is up to you. And my patience will only last this once."

Wanzhou paused, looked at her without speaking, and her eyes began to change silently.

The next second, he pulled a hair tie from his pocket and skillfully tied the stray golden hairs on his forehead into a bun, revealing his fair forehead.

The moment the music started, everyone present could feel his transformation.

Unlike before when she seemed restrained, Wan Zhou now appears truly immersed in the music, becoming one with it.

As the music played, the boy's body began to move, each movement perfectly timed, powerful yet not exaggerated.

While there might be some shortcomings for an idol who has been in the industry for many years, it's already quite good for an artist who has suddenly transitioned to a different field.

Liu Yun somehow found his way to Qi Jiu's side. "Miss Qi, aren't you in charge of composing? Shouldn't you be listening to him sing?"

When did composers start taking charge of dance?

The girl seemed used to this kind of topic. After all, it wasn't like no one had asked her before.

"My songs are only for those who can shine on stage. Since he wants to change his image, he can't give up singing and dancing." She smiled as she spoke.

"I don't want my songs to end up like some idol in the entertainment industry—not only are they uncoordinated, but the songs also get criticized. What did the songs do to deserve this? What did they do to deserve this?"

A certain idol: "..."

That's the situation in the entertainment industry now; many people will dislike a song because of a particular person.

In the recording studio, the boy was dressed the same as before. The wisps of hair on his forehead were like a seal, and tying them up with a rubber band was like breaking the seal, ready to unleash his full potential.

He's a completely different person now than he was at the dinner table; when it comes to art, he seems like a different person. It's as if the world of art is where he truly belongs.

Qi Jiu was outside, listening to the song with her eyes closed, her fingers lightly tapping the table, her face revealing neither joy nor anger.

After a long while, in Qingmai's lounge, everyone was looking in one direction, and in that direction... Qi Jiu and Qi Silin chatted back and forth as if no one else was around, seemingly unaware of the tense atmosphere in the room.

“Qiqi, my darling? Look at our Wanzhou…”

Bai Mang asked the question subconsciously, and the girl opposite him was taken aback, then smiled.

“Our Wanzhou? You must have forgotten, you are my assistant.”

Bai Mang: "..." Sorry, I forgot.

She seemed to understand what it meant for her own cabbage to be eaten by a pig. She had witnessed the two of them together with her own eyes, and now Bai Mang's heart was mostly on her boyfriend.

"Oh yes, yes, I'm yours, I've always been yours." As he spoke, Bai Mang revealed a set of big white teeth, his face full of flattery.

Qi Silin: "..."

I'm inexplicably feeling a bit annoyed...

The girl nodded. "I'll let you know when I have the results."

With that, she grabbed the man's wrist and left, leaving the three of them staring at each other in bewilderment.

Bai Mang was the first to react. She slapped Wan Zhou on the back and said excitedly, "You did it! You're really something! You actually managed to bring her back! You're amazing!"

Chen Sisi: "..."

So, I mean, didn't I also contribute something?

In the villa area, the young woman pursed her lips as she looked at the man standing at her door, smiling at her.

"Qiqi, come on over. My house has everything you need: a quiet study, candy and fruit, whatever you want. Come to my house."

The man smiled broadly, his words constantly enticing the young girl not far away.

Qi Jiu: "..."

The way he's talking sounds like a child trafficker.

Liu Yun: "..." Okay, although he really didn't want to admit it, he thought so too.

Qi Jiu, whose original destination was her own villa, turned around and changed her destination to Qi Silin's villa.

They've extended such a warm invitation; wouldn't it be impolite to refuse? She's not going there just for the fruit and candy...

The man watched the girl shift her feet, and his smile widened. He stepped aside, giving her most of the doorway space.

Finally, Liu Yun saw his master happily close the door.

Liu Yun: "..."

Inside the study, Qi Silin sat at his desk processing documents, while Qi Jiu lay lazily on the sofa not far away, holding a pen and occasionally scribbling on the paper.

He was completely absorbed in his own world.

The study was very quiet. Although the two of them didn't communicate much, the atmosphere was exceptionally warm.

The girl looked at the symbols on the paper, and her originally calm face suddenly furrowed slightly. She looked at the things on the table, becoming increasingly dissatisfied.

Immediately afterwards, I saw her impatiently grab the paper she had been sketching on, crumple it into a ball, and throw it accurately into the trash can next to her without even looking up.

Throw it in!

Qi Silin, who had just signed his name, looked up and saw a girl not far away nimbly twirling a black pen, her small face showing a complex expression.

The look in his eyes as he stared at the paper on the table was as if he wanted to fight it.

Qi Jiu: "..."

Paper:"……"

He stood up and walked over to sit beside the girl. "Have you hit a roadblock?"

Qi Jiu twisted her neck, seemingly to relax, looked at the papers that had been on the table, crumpled them up again, and threw them into the trash can.

"Yeah, it's been a while since I've played, so it's a bit difficult."