On the first workday after the typhoon, Mu Yanshi immediately took Fu Yu to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get their marriage certificate.
The moment the red stamp was pressed, Mu Yanshi's tense and restless heart finally calmed down.
He became Fu Yu's legal husband.
His and her names are forever locked together, inseparable for all eternity.
After obtaining the marriage certificate, Mu Yanshi did consider destroying it immediately.
But the agent told him that the marriage certificate could be replaced.
Can a certificate alone keep Fu Yu by your side?
The agent looked at him meaningfully.
"Ah Shi, you're usually so smart, how come your brain doesn't work out at this crucial moment? Use your strengths! You're a genius music producer!"
"Your official announcement of your marriage with Ms. Fu Yu will only make you a trending topic for a few days."
"But if you can produce a few albums that will shock the music scene for her, people will remember your love story with Fu Yu whenever the singles from those albums are played."
"This is a deeper level of bond."
Mu Yanshi felt a jolt in his heart.
"I'll give you the demo in three days, no, in two days."
When producing albums for artists, Mu Yan Shi adjusts the albums according to the artists' own vocal characteristics.
He took Fu Yu to his private recording studio.
Top-of-the-line equipment, perfect sound insulation.
This place is like a perfect sanctuary, isolating them from the outside world.
"Brother Mu, why did you bring me here?"
"I want to release an album that belongs only to us, under our names, as a token of our love."
Mu Yanshi held Fu Yu's hand and kissed it repeatedly.
"Okay?"
Although it was a question, the tone was very confident.
They didn't give Fu Yu a chance to refute them at all.
He led Fu Yu into the recording studio and put on headphones.
"Close your eyes and follow my rhythm."
"Leave everything to me."
"Believe me."
Back in the control room, Mu Yanshi turned on the listening device and signaled Fu Yu to test the sound.
Fu Yu nodded, unscrewed the water bottle, took a sip, cleared her throat, and then turned the pages of the sheet music, singing it softly once more.
Her voice was sweet and clear, like a mountain stream, soothing and comforting.
Mu Yanshi's breathing quickened, and she silently turned up the volume on her headphones.
The recording studio's high-sensitivity microphones amplify all the sounds.
Including the sound of Fu Yu's every breath.
Perhaps it was through the transmission of the headphones that the seemingly ordinary sound was given a unique meaning.
The breath was even more obscure, enchanting, and ambiguous than the one Mu Yan had heard on Fu Yu's lips.
During the banquet, Mu Yan pressed the record button to record these sounds unrelated to the music, then listened to them repeatedly.
Fu Yu has excellent vocal qualities, coupled with Mu Yanshi's top-notch production skills.
The album topped the charts on major music streaming platforms as soon as it was released.
"A good couple will proactively show their affection!"
"My god, the title track is making my teeth ache. I strongly suggest changing it to a duet, and having Fu Yu and Mu Yanshi sing it together."
"Look closely at the music video. Although Mu Yanshi doesn't appear in the video, his presence is everywhere. The custom microphone that Fu Yu is holding has the initials of both of their names on it, as well as the final production credits. Mu Yanshi's name even has 'married' added in parentheses after it, 'wife Fu Yu.' Bro, you love to show off so much, no wonder you have a wife."
"Now that you've released an album, shouldn't Fu Yu come out and promote it?"
The agent couldn't stop smiling as he watched the constantly scrolling screen.
He suggested that Mu Yanshi produce an album for Fu Yu purely because Mu Yanshi was using the excuse of dating to slack off and produce very little output.
He thought of using Fu Yu's name to inspire Mu Yanshi's creative desire.
By a twist of fate, they ended up making the album of the year.
Not only will they be performing on music shows, but they will also be preparing for concerts.
Thinking about the ever-increasing numbers in his bank account, the agent strode confidently to Mu Yanshi's villa.
"no."
Mu Yan decisively refused to let Fu Yu attend the event.
Although he cited a series of seemingly respectable reasons, such as protecting his voice, avoiding external interference, and focusing on singing.
But the agent, who had seen countless people, immediately saw that Mu Yanshi was just possessive and wanted to shrink Fu Yu's world.
When they shrunk down to the last one, only he remained.
"besides……"
Mu Yanshi took out his tablet, flipped to a few articles, and tossed them to his agent.
Many music producers want to collaborate with Fu Yu, and some have already contacted his agent to discuss production matters.
Agents accept all offers, because generating buzz is essential for effective hype.
A female singer who is sought after by several top music producers – this topic is sure to attract attention.
“Ayu is my singer, she won’t work with these scumbags! They’ll only ruin Ayu’s voice! Ayu only needs me!”
Mu Yanshi rested his arm on the desk.
It was incredibly oppressive.
“Manager Sun, it is I who put you in this position today, as the company’s joint representative.”
"I can help you soar to great heights, or I can make you fall into obscurity forever and crash down from your pedestal."
Mu Yan tightened his agent's tie and reminded him in a cold voice.
"Only I can make decisions regarding Ayu, understand?"
The agent was so frightened that he nodded hastily.
Perhaps he had been enjoying good times for too long, and he had forgotten how he signed the contract with Mu Yan in the first place.
Back then, he was eccentric and gloomy, with long bangs covering his eyes, and an unfathomable gaze emanating from his hair.
"If you beg me, I might consider signing a contract with you."
Mu Yan twirled his pen, exuding an aura beyond his years.
The smile in his eyes wasn't a smile, but rather a disdain that mocked this group of people.
They humbly begged and pleaded with Mu Yanshi, this genius producer, and had no right to influence his choices.
Fu Yu came in carrying a fruit platter. "Brother Sun, would you like some fruit?"
"He has other things to do and has to leave."
Mu Yan smiled gently at Fu Yu, but when he turned to look at his manager, he regained his previous ruthlessness.
"Is it right?"
"Yes, yes, yes."
The agent immediately grabbed his coat, "I, I'm leaving now."
Mu Yanshi snorted coldly.
He also wanted to eat the fruit that Ayu had cut herself?
That was an honor that could only be enjoyed during the Muyan Festival.
Mu Yanshi usually wouldn't let Fu Yu cook, and all wedding arrangements were handled by Mu Yanshi.
Of course, there are some things that Mu Yanshi cannot do for him.
Dining room.
Fu Yu, with an ice cube in her mouth, ran it across Mu Yanshi's neck.
The ice cubes taken from the strawberry milkshake still had some liquid on them, and they slid into Mu Yanshi's chest along with the melted ice water.
It's sticky and icy.
“Ayu…”
Mu Yanshi lowered his eyes and cupped the back of her head with his hand.
He didn't want ice; he wanted Fu Yu's lips.
But Fu Yu wouldn't do as he wanted; the oval-shaped ice puck spun around his collarbone.
"Brother Mu."
She relented, and the puck rolled down his chest.
"Today's Brother Mu is strawberry flavored, it's so sweet."
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