Chapter 48
With his undisputed popularity and outstanding talent, Ji Zhiqi won the title of "King of Singers" of the year.
For a time, the headlines of major media were filled with praises such as "the youngest king of singers", "the pinnacle of appearance and strength", "well-deserved, the most influential singer of the year", and he was in the limelight.
At this time, Song Shiyu was busy preparing a surprise at home.
The recording studio and practice room he carefully built for Ji Zhiqi have been completed. The overall style is simple and professional, and every detail shows a deep understanding of Ji Zhiqi's preferences.
When Ji Zhiqi finished work and returned to the apartment, the first thing he did was to hug Song Shiyu tightly and give her a lingering kiss.
Afterwards, he was led to visit his exclusive music space.
"Do you like it?" Song Shiyu's eyes were filled with anticipation and pride as he explained to him in detail the performance and layout of various devices.
Ji Zhiqi stared at the person in front of him who had devoted his heart and soul to him, with complex and unspeakable emotions surging in his eyes.
The more unconditional Song Shiyu's love was, the more intense the hidden pain in his heart became.
He quickly suppressed the waves in his eyes, raised a gentle smile, and hugged Song Shiyu deeper in his arms.
"Ayu, I love you so much." His voice was low and sincere, with a barely perceptible tremor. "It's always you who prepares surprises for me and gives everything for me."
Song Shiyu patted his back proudly, like a child waiting for praise: "Of course, you deserve the best!"
Ji Zhiqi stared at his brilliant smile, with undercurrents surging deep in his eyes.
The next day, a statement quietly appeared in the entertainment industry.
An unknown little-known star came forward to clarify the previous false rumors about Li Rou and publicly apologized, and the matter eventually came to nothing.
Song Shiyu knew that this must be Xi Kaian's work, intending to sacrifice the rook to save the king. Wang Wan did not have such a thorough calculation.
As for Wang Wan's apology to Li Rou, it was ultimately made privately.
Song Shiyu handed a copy of the evidence to Li Rou, giving her enough confidence - "If she dares to embarrass you again in the future, you can protect yourself at any time."
Time flies, and in the next six months, Ji Zhiqi and Song Shiyu enjoyed the rare tranquility and sweetness.
In the blink of an eye, autumn has passed and winter has arrived, and the weather is getting colder.
One night, the two of them sat around the dining table enjoying a steaming hot pot, the steam blurring each other's smiling faces.
"The New Year is coming soon," Song Shiyu fished out a piece of fat beef from the red oil pot and said casually, "Let's stay up together this year."
Ji Zhiqi naturally put the boiled meat into his bowl, and the corners of his lips curved up charmingly: "Okay. It just so happens that I have prepared a big New Year surprise for you."
Song Shiyu immediately opened his eyes wide and moved closer curiously: "What surprise? Can you reveal a little bit first?"
Ji Zhiqi narrowed his eyes slightly, deliberately keeping the secret: "If you tell me, how can it be called a surprise?"
Song Shiyu smacked his lips. Although he was dissatisfied, his heart was already overflowing with anticipation: "Okay, okay, I'll wait."
The company was busy with affairs at the end of the year and Song Shiyu found it difficult to get away.
It happened to be the Song family's annual physical examination season, so Ruan Ning accompanied Song Huishu and Song Tianheng to the hospital.
"Dad, you are in great health." Ruan Ning looked at Song Tianheng's physical examination report and admired him sincerely.
Song Tianheng was quite pleased with himself, his voice as loud as a bell: "Of course! Don't you see who I am?"
Just as Ruan Ning entered the director's office to get the final report, he passed by a tall man who had just come out and was amazed by his appearance.
After going out, the other person was tightly covered with a mask and hat, but the outstanding figure and the stunning side profile still made Ruan Ning feel particularly familiar, like a big star.
After she sat down, she couldn't help but ask the director she knew well, "Was that... a celebrity?"
The director nodded, then sighed with regret: "Yes, Ji Zhiqi. He's so young, what a pity..."
Ruan Ning's heart skipped a beat. He asked, "What happened to him? Is he sick?"
The director lowered his voice, his tone heavy. "It's idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis, a disease that currently has no cure. His current condition...it's like a race against time."
Ruan Ning was stunned, feeling an indescribable regret and complex emotions in his heart.
In the evening, after Song Shiyu got off work, he received a call from his mother asking him to go home for dinner.
He looked at Ji Zhiqi beside him.
He sent a message to Ruan Ning: "Mom, I have a boyfriend. I'm bringing him home for you to meet him today."
Ruan Ning replied almost instantly, her tone filled with joy: "Okay, okay! Mom is looking forward to it!"
Song Shiyu put away his phone, took a deep breath, turned to Ji Zhiqi, and said with a hint of nervousness: "Ji Zhiqi, my parents... want to see you."
Ji Zhiqi's movements paused almost imperceptibly. Then, he looked into Song Shiyu's expectant eyes and responded gently but firmly, "Okay."
Song Shiyu was immediately delighted and happily took Ji Zhiqi back to the old house.
At home, Ruan Ning was busy in the kitchen, preparing a feast herself.
Song Shiyu first brought Ji Zhiqi to the study and formally introduced him to Song Huishu and Song Tianheng.
"Dad, Grandpa, this is Ji Zhiqi, my...boyfriend." Song Shiyu's tone was full of pride.
Ji Zhiqi behaved appropriately, greeting the two elders neither servilely nor arrogantly: "Hello, uncle, hello, grandfather. I'm sorry to bother you."
Song Huishu looked at him with a steady gaze.
He already knew his son's sexual orientation, and at this moment he was more concerned about his character.
He pointed to the chessboard and asked, "Can you play chess?"
"I know a little bit." Ji Zhiqi sat down calmly.
Although the game was still undecided, Ji Zhiqi's calm style of play and measured advance and retreat made Song Huishu's eyes flash with admiration.
At the same time, Song Tianheng talked with Ji Zhiqi about classical music and revolutionary songs from the war years, and found that this young man not only had unique insights into modern music, but also had respect for traditional melodies and history. The cultivation revealed in his conversation made the old man nod frequently.
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