Chapter 75 You Just Do What You Want

Pei Lang was happier than ever after receiving Yan Han's praise. After careful revisions, the song was finally uploaded and released.

Pei Lang wrote the lyrics, composed the music, and sang the song "Nirvana" all by himself. He was already quite famous, and gained a lot of popularity once it was released. There were many well-known singers participating in the competition, and the competition was fierce, but his song was very eye-catching among the well-known singers.

"Have you two listened to my wife's song?" Early in the morning, Yan Han summoned Su Jia and Qi Shaoheng to the office, thinking that there was an emergency meeting. The two had serious expressions, secretly guessing that something had happened in the company that they didn't know about, but Yan Han's words made them laugh and cry.

"Yes, you must. I played it on repeat until midnight last night. My brother Lang... ahem~~ the boss lady is indeed my idol. This song is different from the previous ones. It's nice to listen to and has a sense of story. It fits the theme very well. I feel this song would be suitable for any fairy tale novel. It has considerable commercial value." Su Jia has mastered the code for a raise, which is to compliment the boss lady as much as possible. The boss likes to hear it.

However, his praise was sincere, and his admiration for Pei Lang increased day by day.

My wife is of course the best.

Su Jia's compliments successfully made Yan Han smile, and he showed a little bit of pride, as if he was the one being praised.

Qi Shaoheng also echoed this. "Xiao Susu is absolutely right. I not only listened to the song released yesterday, but also listened to the previous ones countless times."

Su Jia had recommended Pei Lang to him, and out of curiosity, he had researched Pei Lang's various aspects. He found that he was indeed a good singer. Yan Han, who was obsessed with cleanliness, didn't care about the things on the Internet that destroyed his worldview. He thought they must be fake.

Therefore, Pei Lang left a particularly good impression in Qi Shaoheng's heart, and only someone like Pei Lang could stir up Yan Han, who had been an iceberg for thousands of years.

"If you ask me, the boss lady should stop acting and become a singer." He had seen some plays performed by Pei Lang, which were simply unbearable to watch, but they were all played by the original owner Pei Lang.

"You don't know yet, my wife is an excellent actress." Thinking of Wen Yan played by Pei Lang, Yan Han thought of Director Jin who was searching for him. Every time he gave him a video, it was very perfunctory. No, he had to urge him to release Wen Yan as soon as possible, so that the whole network could see how amazing his wife was. "Besides, he likes acting more."

"Forward it, reward it, and listen to it a few more times when you get back." This was an order, and Su Jia and Qi Shaoheng nodded quickly, not daring to be negligent. "Pay attention to the competition, and report any abnormalities immediately. I have heard that other contestants are not as good as Langlang. With his ability, it is no problem for him to get first place. I am just worried that someone is behind the scenes."

Taking the initiative to invite Pei Lang to participate in the competition was suspicious in itself, so Yan Han had to keep a close eye on the competition.

Su Jia: "Okay, boss."

Qi Shaoheng: "No problem."

After releasing the song, Pei Lang stopped paying attention to it. He was just participating out of boredom anyway, and it didn't matter whether he won the prize or not. Yan Han was responsible for all the data for him. He didn't deliberately hire water soldiers to increase the data, but just pulled everyone he could to listen and forward the song.

Even the old man was not spared. Yan Han went to his house personally, took his mobile phone and operated it himself, leaving the old man stunned.

With Yan Han's canvassing for votes, fans rushing to get data, and various recommendations that attracted a large number of passers-by, Pei Lang's song steadily ranked third in five days, and was far ahead of the next one. The top two were popular singers who had been popular for several years and had a huge number of fans.

Pei Lang was quite satisfied with this ranking. Being in the top three was already pretty good. He felt embarrassed to be praised to the sky by fans just because he was in the top three.

The rules of the competition prohibit malicious vote manipulation, but some people still don't believe it and secretly hired a group of soldiers to squeeze Pei Lang, who was in third place, out of the competition. However, they were soon discovered and because of the huge gap between them and Pei Lang and the large amount of false data, they were directly disqualified from the competition.

He acted very carefully and made few mistakes. If Yan Han hadn't deliberately had someone watching him, he would have taken advantage of the situation and squeezed Pei Lang out.

Half a month later, the top three remained the same, and if nothing unexpected happened, it was basically a foregone conclusion. However, at this time, Yan Han got a secret copy of the competition rules. The prizes were the same as originally agreed, but the way to claim them had changed.

The top three will receive trophies, which need to be collected in person on site.

This was obviously aimed at Pei Lang. Knowing that Pei Lang's identity and age were controversial, they still made such a rule. Or, in other words, this competition itself was deliberately set up for Pei Lang. After discovering the clues, Yan Han asked people to investigate the matter thoroughly, and it was just as he thought.

"You mean other heavyweight contestants didn't receive private chat invitations, only me?" Pei Lang couldn't believe that someone would actually organize such a big competition just to let him show up.

"The nephew of the chairman of Bird Music is the popular singer Guo Linwan. He has mediocre qualifications, and he could not climb to the top even with the backing of Bird Music. He worked hard for several years to achieve what he has today, while you achieved his success in just half a year. It is inevitable that people will envy you." Yan Han only remembered this person when he mentioned Guo Linwan, but he did not have a deep impression of him. He was indeed not popular.

But Pei Lang was puzzled. "I'm just an internet singer. Is it necessary for him to organize such a big competition to deal with me? Just to lure me out."

"Your original intention of singing is to heal listeners with mental health problems. Your website is also an existence that others cannot be moved by. Anyone who is not stupid can see that you don't want to enter the entertainment industry. Staying in such a comfort zone and with my protection, it is harder than climbing to the sky for others to touch you."

With the maintenance of the website and fans, and Yan Han's presence, Pei Lang's mysterious voice alone made him an existence that no one could destroy. They could only watch him grow in fame. His voice was always used to highlight those unsatisfactory traffic singers in the entertainment industry. Over time, it was inevitable that people would become desperate.

Guo Linwan is one of them.

First, someone questioned whether Pei Lang was the fifty-year-old uncle he claimed he was, and suspected that he was deceiving his fans. Then, they used Flying Bird as a backstage to hold a competition and invited Pei Lang to participate. Pei Lang, who got the top three, had to go to the scene to receive the award. Of course, he could refuse. Maybe the top three people had a lot of fans. Could he refuse under the pressure of the entire network? Everyone else could go to the scene, but he couldn't?

Furthermore, since he had decided to participate in the competition, he should respect the rules. If Pei Lang refused, it would certainly cause dissatisfaction among netizens, and even if he did not show up, his reputation would be ruined. If he showed up, as long as he showed up, there would be a flaw, and they could investigate the details of the flattery. It would be better if he was an uncle, or even better if he was not an uncle, but if the suspicion of deceiving fans was confirmed, it would be disadvantageous to Pei Lang no matter what.

They organized this competition and invited Pei Lang to participate because they were well prepared. With Pei Lang's ability, it would not be a problem for him to enter the top three. If he could not enter the top three, they would find a way to let him enter.

"I didn't think so much. I should have not participated earlier." Yan Han helped him deal with all the big and small matters here. Pei Lang forgot that people's hearts were treacherous and he thought twice before taking any action. He just wanted to participate because he was bored, but he didn't expect to fall into someone else's trap.

"Just do what you want, and I'll take care of it for you." This matter was nothing to Yan Han and it was not difficult to solve.

"I know you can do anything, but I don't want to cause you any trouble. I'd rather you have a good rest." However, Pei Lang was still moved and gave Yan Han a big hug.

Nothing related to Pei Lang was hard. Yan Han really enjoyed dealing with those ignorant people who bullied his wife.

"Auntie Lin has taken a leave today, how about I go to the kitchen?" After kissing Yan Han on the mouth, Pei Lang pulled Yan Han downstairs. There were only the two of them in the villa, and it was unusually quiet.

The huge villa doesn't seem lonely anymore when you have the people you love around you.

"I'll do it with you." Yan Han took out an apron and put it on himself. Pei Lang had already gone to the refrigerator to get the ingredients. It was the first time he saw Yan Han wearing an apron seriously. Over the expensive navy blue suit was a pink apron with ruffles. Pei Lang couldn't help laughing.

"You know, I can only cook simple home-cooked meals, which are far inferior to what Aunt Lin can cook." Pei Lang brought Yan Han to the pool and taught him how to pick and wash vegetables. Yan Han learned it very well.

Speaking of cooking, Yan Han thought of the dishes he cooked that even dogs wouldn't eat, and he immediately became depressed. After spending a long time with Yan Han, even without the golden finger, he could guess his thoughts. Pei Lang smiled and poked Yan Han's handsome face with his wet index finger. "Don't be depressed. No one can do everything perfectly. You, a dignified president, are willing to cook for me. That's enough. You don't need to do it well."

Pei Lang was always good at comforting people, and with just a few words he was able to dispel the haze in Yan Han's heart.

"I think you will never be able to learn two things." Pei Lang picked out the fresh river shrimp and asked Yan Han to clean some ginger for later use.

"What two things?"

"Cooking and talking sweet nothings,"

Yan Han: "..." Thinking carefully, Yan Han had indeed never said any sweet words of love. What he copied from the book did not really impress Pei Lang, and he was even rejected and the book was hidden away.

"As for cooking... Aunt Lin is here. If Aunt Lin takes a leave occasionally, I am here. You don't need to do it yourself, but you can help if you want to." Pei Lang's cooking movements were very skillful, and his knife skills were also good. He continued the topic while cutting ginger. "Love words come from the heart and are sincere. It's not just a word, but it depends on what you do and say for me. A helping hand, a thoughtful and special gift, or even a kiss can be considered a love word, so husband doesn't need to deliberately learn, just say it from the heart."

"It's good now. I can clearly feel that you have me in your heart and put me first. That's enough." He likes Yan Han who is serious and sometimes cute and childish, because this is the real Yan Han.

Compared to Yan Han, who was not good at talking, Pei Lang's words were the most touching. Yan Han stood beside him for a long time without saying a word, his heart filled with happiness. Finally, when Pei Lang finished cutting, he embraced him. "Lang Lang, I love you very much, really."

Pei Lang laughed and patted Yan Han's back to comfort him. "I know."

Yan Han held him for a long time, so long that Pei Lang's stomach growled. He was hungry. "Okay, okay, let me go first. I'll make you my specialty, braised shrimps."

"Isn't summer sunset your specialty?"

“That’s just one of those things.”