"Zhang Jingying...why does that name sound familiar?"

"They must have debuted a long time ago..."

The elderly Zheng Chao racked his brains trying to recall what a singer with that name looked like.

"Like you, I'm a has-been."

His wife, Zhao Li, said without looking up.

"Hey, where am I washed up? I'm still super popular!"

"It's just that I haven't found a suitable script yet, so I haven't been filming anything..."

Wearing shorts, Zheng Chao sat on the bed, looking like a wronged young man, with an indignant expression.

"Fine, fine, you can be washed up like me, okay!"

Zhao Li smiled and glanced at her husband as if she were coaxing a child, then changed her words.

"That's more like it. It's okay, honey. I won't dislike you even if you don't become famous!"

"I'll earn money to support you and the kids then!"

Zheng Chao, who had regained his composure, instantly changed his expression and said smugly.

"How do I connect this Bluetooth device to our bedroom speaker? I'd like to listen to this song."

Zhao Li didn't respond, but instead held up her husband's phone and asked.

"Oh dear, I forgot, I think you can turn on Bluetooth in the phone settings..."

"The kids used to do it for me..."

"show me!"

Zheng Chao, who was also not very good with electronic products, paused for a moment, jumped off the bed, walked over, and said.

Bluetooth connected!

The two of them tapped on their phone screens for a long time.

Ten minutes later, the Bluetooth connection to the smart speaker in the bedroom was finally established.

"Quick, click play and listen to a sample!"

After turning on the stereo, his wife, Zhao Li, excitedly pointed to the email Wang Yueheng had just sent in her inbox.

"Hiss~"

"He wouldn't just find anyone to record a song for me, would he?"

"I forgot to tell him at the time that it would be best if he sang a song himself..."

Looking at the name of washed-up singer Zhang Jingying in the email, Zheng Chao said with a conflicted expression.

She wondered if it was because she and Wang Yueheng weren't familiar enough.

The other party finds it difficult to refuse their request for help.

But then she felt their relationship wasn't close enough for him to personally help her record the song...

So you just found a washed-up singer to record the song to get by?

If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have rushed to contact this singer.

Not only did they not get the song they wanted, they also owed the other party a huge favor.

Zheng Chao regretted it more and more as he thought about it.

I was careless!

I never expected Wang Yueheng to be such a slick entertainer...

"What are you thinking about? Didn't you see that the lyricist and composer are both Wang Yueheng?"

"Besides, our play tells the story of a female ghost's love and hatred, so it would definitely feel very out of place for a grown man to sing the theme song!"

"Stop overthinking, let's listen to the music first!"

His wife, Zhao Li, saw right through her husband's thoughts and immediately defended Wang Yueheng.

"Okay, let's play some music first!"

Upon hearing his wife's explanation, Zheng Chao remained noncommittal, reaching out to put his arm around her shoulder and gesturing for her to press play.

At the same time, he was quickly thinking about it in his mind.

What if neither I nor the production team are satisfied with this song?

How should I explain this to Wang Yueheng?

It wouldn't be right to ask them to write another song, would it?

In that case, who will pay for the song?

...

"La la la~ la la la~ la la la~"

"La la la~ la la la~ la la la~"

"La la la la la la~"

"La la la la la la la..."

Zheng Chao was lost in his own thoughts.