130: Chapter 130 Zhao Yang: I'm going to stop doing inhuman things!

Hearing Zhao Yang's words, Zhuang Guodong couldn't help but be taken aback: "Could it be that Mr. Zhao knows that painter?"

Zhao Yang nodded: "I do, and quite well at that."

"That's wonderful!" Zhuang Guodong smiled. "I wonder if Mr. Zhao could help bridge the gap and arrange a meeting between that painter and Mr. Teng?"

Zhao Yang shook his head: "I'm sorry, I can't do that. I don't want to ruin him."

"Why?" Zhuang Guodong looked confused.

Huang Yimei also turned to look at Zhao Yang, her face filled with bewilderment. She knew Zhao Yang was acting, but she was starting to lose track of where he was going with this.

Zhao Yang sighed: "Actually, he comes from a family of musicians. He loves painting, but his family forced him to study music and strictly forbade him from touching a paintbrush. These paintings were all done in secret; he doesn't dare let his family know, which is why he's anonymous. If I took you to see him, he would cut ties with me."

Zhuang Guodong looked regretful: "What a pity. If he's being forced to do something he doesn't like, isn't that a waste of his potential?"

"You can't say that either." Zhao Yang shook his head seriously. "Actually, I quite agree with his family's approach, because that guy's musical talent is even better than his artistic talent. Him going into painting is the real waste of talent!"

Zhuang Guodong couldn't help but take a deep look at the painting on the wall, feeling that his understanding of 'wasting talent' was a bit shallow. He couldn't help but ask curiously: "I didn't expect him to be a musician as well? Which one is he?"

Zhao Yang wore a secretive expression: "I can't say. However, you've definitely heard his work."

Zhuang Guodong's expression was one of both shock and confusion: "Heavens, that such a remarkable person exists in this world."

Huang Yimei could barely hold it in anymore. Her small hand reached for Zhao Yang's waist, gripping it tightly as she desperately suppressed the laughter bubbling up in her throat.

Low background music was playing in the exhibition hall, and it happened to be the song 'Sea of Stars'—written and composed by Passerby, Zhao Yang's pseudonym.

She bit her lip hard: "Zhao Yang, it's about time. My parents want us back for lunch."

Zhao Yang nodded, bid farewell to Zhuang Guodong, and was dragged out of the exhibition hall by Huang Yimei.

Once they were in the car, Huang Yimei finally burst out laughing: "You, you, you! You really can spin a yarn! You're killing me, hahaha!"

Zhao Yang put on a wronged expression: "You're the one who started lying to him first. Is hearing someone praise your boyfriend really that satisfying?"

Huang Yimei made a face: "Of course it's satisfying! Especially that Zhuang Guodong, he was clearly trying to hit on me. Hahaha, hearing him praise your paintings was just too funny! And you have the nerve to talk about me? What you said was way more outrageous than what I said!"

"Everything I said was the truth." Zhao Yang shrugged. "Between music and art, I really do prefer music a bit more. Also, you, you gripped me so hard just now, it hurt like hell."

"Ah!" Huang Yimei's expression changed, and she reached out to touch Zhao Yang's waist, "Oh no, oh no! Let me see—I didn't hold back my strength just now."

Zhao Yang slapped her hand away: "What are you doing? Taking advantage of me?"

"No, I can crush walnuts with my grip, even the thick-shelled ones. Are you really okay?" Huang Yimei asked anxiously. "Is it numb from the pain?"

Zhao Yang lightly flicked her forehead: "It's numb, a huge patch has no sensation. Go to the back seat and give it a rub for me."

The two moved to the back seat, and Zhao Yang pulled Huang Yimei's small hand to his waist: "Here."

"Oh..." Huang Yimei made an apologetic face. "Here?"

"Yeah, a bit further forward."

"Oh."

"A bit lower."

"Oh."

"A bit lower still."

"Ah! What is this? You... you're so bad!"

Zhao Yang laughed loudly and grabbed her hand: "You're calling me bad? You're clearly the one taking advantage of me! I have to take some back."

Huang Yimei's face turned beet red: "Brother Yang... mm..."

Her red lips were blocked. Her voice got stuck in her throat.

...

After a good while, Zhao Yang finally let go of the flushed Huang Yimei. At this moment, her hair was disheveled, her eyes were like water, and her cherry lips were moist and red. Seeing this, Zhao Yang felt a surge of desire, wishing he could devour her on the spot. But since they were in a parking lot, he couldn't do anything too out of line after all.

Huang Yimei caught her breath and gave Zhao Yang a light punch: "Your hands are too wicked... I have no strength left."

Zhao Yang smiled slightly: "Rest for a bit first. Once you've rested, give Uncle Bai a call."

"Why should I call Uncle Bai?"

"To tell him you saw that painting. Did you forget? He's been wanting to collect all four paintings." Zhao Yang smiled. "As far as I know, he's already gotten his hands on three; he's only missing this last one."

"Right! I'll call him right away!" Huang Yimei pulled out her phone. "I don't want your paintings ending up abroad. You didn't sign them, so in a few decades, foreigners might start saying these paintings were done by their own people."

Zhao Yang nodded in deep agreement. Certain foreigners were indeed capable of doing such a thing.

...

At noon, Zhao Yang went to the Huang residence for lunch.

Chen Shuting and Huang Xiaochen had already become well-acquainted with Huang Zhenhua's parents.

She sat next to Huang Zhenhua, occasionally picking up food for him and turning her head to respond to Wu Yuejiang's inquiries. Huang Xiaochen sat between Huang Jianzhi and Wu Yuejiang, and had already started calling them Grandpa and Grandma, his words flowing quite smoothly.

In the original show, Gao Xiaochen basically turned out wrong, but in this timeline, with grandparents from highly educated backgrounds and a highly educated father like Huang Zhenhua, there was no way the child would turn into a useless playboy.

During the meal, Huang Zhenhua brought up the wedding.

"The wedding is set for next weekend in the capital. Since Shuting is pregnant, we'll keep everything simple."

Since things had come to this, Huang Jianzhi and Wu Yuejiang had nothing more to say. Who could blame them when Huang Zhenhua and Chen Shuting were so forward-thinking in their actions?

Chen Shuting added: "Zhenhua and I have many things to do in Jinghai, so we have to head back tomorrow. You two don't need to worry about the wedding arrangements here; we've entrusted it to a good friend and given him full authority."

Zhao Yang's heart stirred, and he couldn't help but laugh: "You guys certainly weren't polite with Old Gao."

Gao Qiqiang had been busy in the capital lately, so he did indeed have the time to organize this.

Zhao Yang just felt the world was a bit magical: in this timeline, a purely platonic friendship had actually been established between Gao Qiqiang and Chen Shuting. Could it be that because they were husband and wife in that other timeline, their relationship in this one became pure?

But there was no need to figure it out; wishing Chen Shuting and Huang Zhenhua well was enough. As for Gao Qiqiang's other half, it was hard to say—he was indeed spoiled for choice.

After lunch, Huang Yimei stayed home to pack. Her vacation was over, and she had to rush back to the set tomorrow; the brotherhood of blades crew was trying to get the movie released during the summer season.

Zhao Yang didn't stay idle either; he went directly to Tomorrow Culture to arrange the formation of the Animation Dream Factory and handed the newly printed script for the first season of 'spirit cage' to Meimei.

After Meimei finished reading, she looked at Zhao Yang with a strange expression: "Brother Yang, do you have a grudge against the audience?"

Zhao Yang laughed: "Ran Bing is shattered. By putting this ending at the close of the first season, everyone will be willing to wait for the second season."

"Then when can the second season come out?" Meimei pressed. "Brother Yang, I also want to know the rest of the story. Ran Bing and Marc are so pitiful!"

Zhao Yang thought for a moment and smiled: "Five years after the first season ends."

"What?" Meimei was stunned. "Five years? I didn't hear that wrong, did I?"

Zhao Yang gave a profound smile.

It's only five years!

Back then, those guys at Yihua made us wait for nearly six years.

When the second season finally came out, the screen was full of 'blades,' and in the end, even Boss Bai was 'stabbed'—what a total 'what the hell' moment that was.

Meimei felt a chill down her spine and asked tentatively: "Brother Yang, what are you thinking about?"

The corner of Zhao Yang's mouth curled up: "Stabbing people with plot twists."