"You even brought us so many valuable gifts, Professor Yue Heng, you're too kind! Thank you so much!"

We are overjoyed that you could come to our home as a guest.

While busy accepting the gift from Wang Yueheng, Liu Ruilun welcomed him into the house and thanked him.

"How could I come empty-handed for my first visit? These are cosmetics that Xiaoxue brought back from England for you, Sister Xiang..."

"I heard that Linlin likes to do crafts, so these are some handmade toys for her."

Wang Yueheng and Liu Ruilun, who were visiting for the first time, chatted and laughed as they walked into the room side by side, just like old acquaintances who hadn't seen each other in a long time.

"Yue Heng, welcome, welcome! Long time no see~"

As soon as he entered the room, Teacher He came up to greet him and gave Wang Yueheng a warm hug.

"Even Teacher He said that it's really too difficult to see you. Our Hunan TV station has been waiting in line for a long time for your availability..."

"If you don't come soon, the recording of Teacher He's new show 'Dream Life' might have to be postponed, hahaha~"

The female host, Qingna, jokingly said while eating sunflower seeds on the side.

His gaze kept sweeping over Wang Yueheng, as if trying to see right through him.

"No, I have been very busy lately, and I have a lot of engagements that I can't refuse."

Wang Yueheng smiled modestly and said.

As he spoke, he also quickly glanced at the interior layout of the villa.

In the spacious first-floor living room, which is nearly 200 square meters, there is a small ornamental fish pond under the spiral staircase.

Schools of koi swim in the pond, and the babbling water flows down from the artificial hill in the fishpond, like a mini waterfall.

A stream flows directly from the fishpond in the living room to the outside of the villa, which, combined with the Chinese-style decoration of the rooms, gives people a first impression of understated luxury.

"Please sit down, Yue Heng. Have some tea first, and try the Wuyi Da Hong Pao mother tree tea that I had someone buy back from the auction."

"Don't let its unassuming appearance fool you, this tea retains its fragrance even after nine infusions, earning it the title of the champion among teas!"

"This mere twenty grams of tea leaves ended up fetching over three hundred thousand at auction..."

As Liu Ruilun introduced the tea, he gestured for everyone to sit down at the tea table and personally brewed tea for Wang Yueheng.

The subtle aroma of tea quickly filled the entire villa's living room.

"I have to say, this nickname for tea is quite fitting for Yue Heng. Isn't Teacher Yue Heng a definite champion singer?"

Impatient Qingna quickly picked up her teacup, took a sip, and then praised Liu Ruilun.

"Hehe, it's a good thing Yue Heng is a boy, otherwise Nana, your words would be a bit incoherent."

Hearing Qingna compare Wang Yueheng to tea leaves, He Jiong interjected with a wry smile.

"Hehe, luckily Da Hong Pao is oolong tea, not green tea."

Wang Yueheng chuckled and said dismissively.

"Huh? Hahaha, that's not what I meant. Oh dear, internet slang these days is really..."

“Good words have been turned into all sorts of ambiguous meanings.”

Qingna then realized that her analogy was somewhat inappropriate, and couldn't help but laugh again.

Fortunately, Teacher He was there to help him out of the predicament; otherwise, he might have really offended someone without even knowing how.

"By the way, Yue Heng is going to participate in Hunan TV's 'Singer' program tomorrow, right?"

"Are you planning to sing a new song or an old song this time?"

Singer Zhao Jie, Qingna's husband, glanced speechlessly at his wife and simply changed the subject, asking curiously.

"I've already promised a Canadian-Chinese director that I'll write a song for his new TV series."

"I took advantage of the competition to deliver the song I had agreed to, so there was no pressure."

Wang Yueheng looked at this senior singer, who was also very popular in China, and smiled in response.

"You feel pressure when you write songs? I feel like they come naturally to me every time."

"I really envy your great musical talent."

"Every time Jay writes songs at home, I feel like he's going to pull his hair out..."

Qingna couldn't help but crack a joke again.

"Talent is one aspect, but I think the main reason is that Yue Heng works hard enough, and he insists on singing and writing songs every day."

“I watched the previous live streams too. It’s really not easy for someone to sing and perform on the street.”