89: You blinked, you really like me the most

She raised her hand to cup her face.

It was so awkward to make such a forceful request. Oh well…

A moment later, she got up and walked to the door, opened it, leaned slightly forward, and called out with a hint of grievance, “Canlan!”

The next moment, a golden retriever puppy came tearing up the stairs, braked sharply in front of her, wagged its tail, and looked up at her with blinking eyes.

Yue Qingzhu squatted down, picked up her puppy, placed it on her lap, and rubbed her forehead against its head, “Ah, you’re still the best, you like me the most, don’t you?”

The dog didn’t nod, but just blinked and wagged its tail incessantly.

Yue Qingzhu hugged her, rubbing her head against the dog’s head, “Hehe, you blinked, so you really do like me the most.”

At the same time.

At the post-production base of Vanguard Film and Television Production Company.

The colorist put down his mouse and looked at Director Cai next to him, “Director Cai, is it really okay for us to just brush her off like this? I heard her family has a very powerful background.”

Director Cai sat down and took a sip of coffee, “It’s fine. I heard from a friend that her father wants her to leave the entertainment industry and go home quickly. I estimate that the composer she worked with before left because of her father too. He probably can’t wait for her to stumble a couple of times now. Our work of brushing her off won’t offend anyone.”

“Force her home? Couldn’t he just cut off her financial source then?”

Director Cai shook his head, “I heard that her money was left to her by her mother.”

The colorist pursed his lips, a hint of unbearable pity flashing in his eyes, “Isn’t that a bit pitiful? She doesn’t have many scandals and has a good reputation in the industry. Should we just do a good job after all?”

Director Cai scoffed, “Are you her fan?”

The colorist shook his head.

Director Cai waved his hand, “How can we do a good job in just a few days? Isn’t that exhausting? She’s leaving the entertainment industry soon, what reward will you get for putting in so much effort? If her song becomes popular, people will only remember the lyricist and composer. Besides, have you heard the saying? One of the earliest signs of a mental breakdown is believing that your work is very, very important. As long as her song sounds good, how many people actually watch the MV?”

The colorist sighed and hummed in agreement.

Director Cai patted his shoulder, then turned and walked out of the color grading room.

When dealing with a generous, clueless fat sheep like her who doesn’t know the value of money, you do two parts and talk twelve parts. She has a lot of money and is easy to talk to, so if you don’t fleece her, who will you fleece?

Oh, this good fortune reminded him of the 2000s, the era when the film and television industry tricked coal bosses. At that time, many people didn’t intend to produce seriously, but they promised high returns to the coal bosses, tricking them into investing more money.

He really missed those days.

Director Cai lit a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and walked into his office.

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Sunrise and sunset, May 20th, the morning sun poured into the villa.

Chen Fang was about to go on stage to receive an award when he was suddenly slapped by Xie Yunxuan next to him.

Chen Fang glared, and the scenery in front of him suddenly changed, revealing the bedroom ceiling and a round cat head.

“You.” Chen Fang rubbed his head. It turned out that Xiaobai had gently patted his face with her paw.

Under Xiaobai’s resentful gaze, he picked up his phone and saw that it was only 10 o’clock.

He groggily got up, poured cat food into Xiaobai’s empty bowl, then collapsed back onto the bed.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that he had time-traveled another hour, and it was already 11 o’clock.

Chen Fang yawned, washed up, and went downstairs to eat.

At 12:45, he arrived at the company in his nanny van.

Along the way, greetings like “Hello, Teacher Chen” and “Teacher Chen, you really came to our company” were endless.

Chen Fang felt quite relaxed.

So this is how comfortable the world is after it’s been clarified. Not only did it clear his name, but it also purified others. Everyone around him turned into good people!

After exchanging pleasantries with the people he met, Chen Fang took the elevator to the seventh floor, arrived in front of Recording Studio 1, pushed the door open, and sat down.

After waiting for two minutes, there was a knock at the door.

“Please come in.”

The door opened, and Yue Qingzhu walked in wearing a loose black hoodie and black pants, a baseball cap, a mask, and carrying a gray shoulder bag. Behind her followed Assistant He Yuanyuan.

If they were acquaintances, Chen Fang would definitely tease her, “Are you going to be an assassin?”

Chen Fang stood up, “Hello, Teacher Yue.”

“Hello, Teacher Chen, congratulations.” Yue Qingzhu took off her mask, pursed her lips, and showed a formal, shallow smile.

“Thank you, Teacher Yue.” Chen Fang wasn’t sure if her assistant knew she had helped him, so he didn’t say much.

The assistant quickly helped set up the equipment.

Yue Qingzhu put her backpack on a chair, and the chair noticeably sank, indicating that the backpack was very heavy.

She yawned and sat down in the chair next to Chen Fang, “Sorry, Teacher Chen, I had class all morning and didn’t have time for a nap.”

“Class? Is Teacher Yue still in school?”

“No, I went to learn composition, and just met with my teacher at the Central Conservatory of Music.” Yue Qingzhu yawned again, mumbling a little dazedly, “Why am I so sleepy when I go to school?”

Chen Fang shrugged, “Because school is where dreams begin.”

Yue Qingzhu paused, then laughed.

She unzipped her backpack, took out a plastic bag, and handed it to him, “Here, returning it. Thanks.”

Chen Fang took it, and from the shape, he recognized it as the hat he had lent her last time, “You’re welcome.”

The assistant secretly glanced at the two of them, blinking curiously, wondering if she should gossip with Yue Qingzhu after they finished.

“Sister Qingzhu, Teacher Chen, the equipment is ready.”

“Okay.” Yue Qingzhu took out a notebook and two pens from her bag.

Seeing Assistant He about to leave, Chen Fang turned back and said, “Assistant He, the equipment my previous company used wasn’t this model, so I’m not very familiar with it. If you’re free, could you stay here to help debug? Or could you please ask a staff member to come over, please?”

Actually, he knew how; most equipment was similar.

But he didn’t want to be alone with her.

Because today was 520, and he was already closely associated with the word “love.” If the company’s people saw the two of them, a man and a woman, recording a song alone, it might lead to gossip.

Rumors were like chewing gum, impossible to shake off.

He was used to being scolded. But Yue Qingzhu was his benefactor, after all, and he didn’t want her to be bothered by gossip because of him.

Wouldn’t that be repaying kindness with enmity?

“Okay, then I’ll help you two debug.” He Yuanyuan agreed.

Yue Qingzhu glanced at the mixing console, paused for a moment, and understood Chen Fang’s thoughts.

She couldn’t help but smile to herself; there was absolutely no way rumors would spread about them. Because even if someone dared to spread rumors about her, they wouldn’t go far.

But she appreciated his good intentions.

Yue Qingzhu spoke, “Teacher Chen, we discussed on the phone last week about reducing the sad emotions in the demo and focusing more on suppression and explosion. That’s fine. But when I sing, I feel the emotion is still a bit lacking.”

Chen Fang looked at her, “Teacher Yue, why don’t you sing it once first, and I’ll listen.”

“Okay.” Yue Qingzhu walked into the recording studio.