19: Chapter 19 Lin Chen's sharp tongue makes Yang Mi feel wronged and want to cry.

Can a song really move people to tears?

If one encounters something sad, crying while listening to music is normal.

But to make someone cry just from a melody and a few lines of lyrics is harder than reaching the heavens.

Unless the singer possesses consummate skill, capable of forcibly crushing emotions and stuffing them directly into the listener's soul.

Lin Chen's current level of Singing was exactly at this terrifying level.

The song ended, and the sound of the zither dispersed.

Lin Chen pressed his hands against the strings and lifted his eyelids.

Opposite him, Yang Mi and Dilraba were already streaming with tears.

Two beautiful faces were covered in tear tracks.

Yang Mi's ample bosom heaved violently, tears rolling down her smooth cheeks, dripping onto her snow-white collarbone, and slowly sliding into the depths of her deep, alluring cleavage.

Lin Chen was very satisfied with this effect.

His master-level realm allowed him not only to have supreme skills but also to enjoy the pleasure of manipulating the listener's emotions.

The greatest glory for a singer is not winning awards, but making the audience experience great joy and great sorrow along with the song.

"Can I change my role for this song?" Lin Chen spoke, breaking the silence.

Yang Mi didn't make a sound, her watery peach-blossom eyes staring blankly at this man in front of her.

Her heart was already in turmoil.

What kind of god or monster was this husband she had muddled-headedly brought home?

A poor boy who usually washed dishes—not only was he handsome and good at cooking, but his songwriting and Singing had reached a level that made people's souls tremble?

"No?" Lin Chen frowned slightly.

A masterpiece from a true master, and she wasn't even willing to let him change a minor role? This was looking down on him too much.

"Change! You can play whatever role you want!"

Yang Mi woke up as if from a dream and hurriedly pulled out a tissue to wipe her face.

As she used force, her ample chest trembled, looking incredibly alluring.

"Just pick something challenging; the amount of screen time doesn't matter." Lin Chen nodded.

Yang Mi agreed repeatedly: "No problem, I'll notify the director later. But you have to go to the recording studio to record this song first. The song is too good; it fits our script perfectly, and it will definitely explode if we use it for pre-release promotion."

Lin Chen shook his head decisively: "The song is yours, but I won't sing it."

Yang Mi was stunned, her face full of disbelief.

As long as this song was released, with Lin Chen's voice, it would definitely become an overnight hit—a great opportunity for fame and fortune. Was this man's brain flooded with water?

Lin Chen gave his explanation: "I don't like your drama, so I'm giving you the song, but I will absolutely not sing it."

Yang Mi was completely dumbfounded and turned to look at Dilraba next to her.

Dilraba was also full of confusion: "This logic... is so perverted."

Yang Mi rubbed her temples: "Wait, let me sort this out. You said you don't like this show?"

"Yes." Lin Chen spoke the truth.

In reality, his true thought was: Does this kind of trashy drama deserve to have me sing the theme song? It would purely lower my value.

"Since you don't like it, why did you insist on joining the cast to act?" Yang Mi felt like she was going crazy.

"Watching you all act so badly made my hands itch; I wanted to get on set and have some fun myself."

Yang Mi's rosy lips parted slightly.

She took two deep breaths, trying to reason with him: "Even if you don't like the plot, it doesn't affect you Singing and becoming popular, right? Whether the show is good or not is the director's business..."

"I just don't want to sing. In one word, are you changing it or not?" Lin Chen couldn't be bothered with nonsense.

Yang Mi was almost choked to death.

Are all talented people this arrogant?

She bit her red lips and squeezed out a smile: "Change!"

Liu Xiaojiao ran in from outside to urge progress.

Yang Mi waved her hand directly, telling the assistant director to film someone else's scene first, and by the way, called the makeup artist in to touch up her makeup.

After crying just now, her base makeup was all ruined.

The makeup artist quickly entered the room.

Yang Mi leaned on a folding chair, slightly tilting her fair, delicate face to let someone apply powder.

This posture made her bust look even more erect and spectacular.

"If you really won't sing, then I'll sing it myself. I really like these lyrics and melody."

Lin Chen's tone was cold: "It's yours now that I've given it to you. Even if you find a dog to sing it, it has nothing to do with me."

Yang Mi rolled her eyes in a charming way. Far from being angry, she felt sweet inside.

This man had a sharp tongue, but he was actually just being tsundere.

He probably wrote it specifically as a token of affection for her and was just too embarrassed to say it explicitly.

Just selling the usage rights for this song would fetch hundreds of thousands.

This subtle confession made her feel very satisfied.

"Pretending so well, he must love me to death in his heart."

Yang Mi thought happily, the smile on her face impossible to hide.

"Can you handle Singing?" Lin Chen asked suddenly.

He didn't care about money, but he absolutely cared about the work he wrote.

A master's hard work must never be ruined by a layman.

It was fine for him to crush radish carvings, but he wouldn't let others touch them.

"Who are you looking down on? This boss has released a single, at least!" Yang Mi puffed out her full chest, very confident.

Dilraba leaned over, her big eyes full of gossip: "You released a single? How come I didn't know?"

Yang Mi glared at her: "Is that any of your business? You were still in school when I was popular."

"Sing two lines and let me hear." Lin Chen demanded.

Yang Mi picked up the sheet music on the table, her cheeks slightly red: "Give me a key."

Lin Chen didn't speak, his hands directly plucking the zither strings.

The crisp accompaniment sounded.

Yang Mi clenched her fists and took a big breath.

"Holding you in my hands, devoutly burning incense..."

After Singing just two lines, Lin Chen pressed his hands down, and the zither sound stopped abruptly.

The tent was instantly quiet.

Yang Mi's usual dignified and cold president demeanor was gone. She lowered her head guiltily, her big eyes darting upward, looking just like a primary school student caught doing something wrong.

Lin Chen didn't comment, turning to look at Dilraba: "What do you think?"

Dilraba opened her small mouth, extending a finger to point at the tip of her own nose.

Yang Mi also turned her head, her watery peach-blossom eyes instantly turning into sharp knives, staring fixedly at her.

Dilraba, caught in the middle, shuddered in fear.

Her eyes rolled, and she fell backward, collapsing onto the lounge chair next to her, playing dead: "Oh, I'm dizzy, I can't do it, I've fainted..."

Even while playing dead, she wasn't quiet. Her two long, white, straight legs were spread wide, her denim shorts stuck right at her hip bones, and a tempting slit was tightly stretched out in the mysterious area.

Yang Mi was furious, walked over, and gave her high-raised peach buttocks two slaps.

After the crisp sound, light red fingerprints instantly appeared on the fair, tender buttock flesh, rippling with the impact.

"Your voice is barely passable, but you are completely off-key." Lin Chen delivered the fatal blow.

Yang Mi blushed and argued: "I'm just not familiar with it yet. If I practice a few more times, it will definitely be fine."

Lin Chen was merciless: "It has nothing to do with familiarity. You don't have a shred of Singing skill; practicing ten thousand times will still be noise."

Yang Mi pouted, feeling wronged: "My main job is acting, not being a professional singer."

Lin Chen added another blow without mercy: "If you say that, people will mistakenly think your acting skills are superb."

Dilraba, lying on the chair, burst out laughing upon hearing this, her body shaking non-stop, and the two big white rabbits on her chest also shaking wildly.

Yang Mi backhanded another hard slap on her round buttocks.

"So, you're dead set on not letting me sing, right?"

Yang Mi looked at Lin Chen, feeling pathetic.

Her watery peach-blossom eyes were covered with a layer of mist. As long as Lin Chen dared to nod, the tears in her eyes would definitely fall on the spot.