Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity-Chapter 354 - 230 Pei Muchan: Are you pregnant again? Xu: No, it’s the misty rain at dusk_3

It took about seven or eight seconds to connect before Xu Qingyan saw a glimpse of creamy white skin, and then it switched to voice call instantly.

"Mmm? Are you taking a bath?"

"What... what!" Pei Muchan’s flustered voice came through from the other end, followed by the splashing sound of a phone nearly falling into water, "Did you see anything?"

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"Of course not, you’re too quick with your hands." He was afraid Pei Muchan would hang up out of embarrassment and anger, a voice call... would have to do.

Another splash, and Pei Muchan spoke with slight dissatisfaction.

"It’s you, insisting on calling while I’m taking a bath."

Calling doesn’t necessarily mean you have to pick up immediately. If it’s inconvenient, you can always call back later.

Xu Qingyan knew that if he said this, he would probably be ditched. After pondering for a moment, he changed his approach.

"Yes, I figured you would be taking a bath around this time, so I specifically chose to call then."

There was silence from the other end for a moment, then a soft reply.

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On the other end of the phone, the lights in the vast bathroom were bright. Thin mist rose and through the transparent top, the light shed down, with Pei Muchan leaning against the edge of the bathtub, her lips pursed and her cheeks tinted red.

The water in the bathtub was crystal clear, revealing her white body underneath. The water rippled gently, breaking the reflected light again and again, then piecing it back together.

"Um... I’ll be back in a few days, things are a bit complicated here. I want to give it a shot, and I plan to write a song to see if I can make a splash."

When she heard ’write a song’, her heart fluttered slightly.

Whenever he wrote, it was almost always a hit, and this time he was directly speaking of ’giving it a shot’, which stirred something indescribable in her.

He rarely talked about ’giving it a shot’, as his personality was usually laid-back.

"Will you be singing it yourself?" Pei Muchan asked softly.

"Yeah, but I’ll need your help, I’m not good at singing." Xu Qingyan had just finished bathing, droplets of water still falling from the tips of his hair, his phone on the desk.

His eyes were bright as he gently moved the mouse, the monotonous clicking sounds echoing in the room.

"I’ll send you the score in a couple of days. Help me with the arrangement. I’ll discuss the specifics with you later, my flight is in four days."

"Alright, fine." Pei Muchan was half submerged in the bathtub, the water crystal clear.

"Will it affect the release of your new song?" His voice came through the phone, asking.

"No, it won’t." Pei Muchan shook her head, "Tomorrow ’Annual Rings’ is getting ready to launch; there’s no issue. What’s the name of the new song? Can you sing a bit of it?"

She knew how Xu Qingyan worked, the melody and lyrics were all in his head, taking form only after they were mature.

"Sure, no problem." Xu Qingyan didn’t refuse, while he dragged the mouse and refreshed the desktop for a while, "The title is pretty simple, ’Blue and White Porcelain’."

"The drafts outline the blue flowers, the brush goes from thick to thin. The peonies drawn on the body of the vase, as fresh as your initial makeup. The faint scent of sandalwood comes through the window, I understand all your thoughts clearly. "

"On the xuan paper, the ink flows halfway."

The song stopped abruptly halfway through.

Instantly, a blockage formed in Pei Muchan’s heart, that familiar feeling returning. Once again, he stopped at a good part, leaving her itching for more.

She felt somewhat stifled, with a slight rise and fall in her chest.

"Why did you stop singing?"

"Forgot the lyrics, wait while I think a bit." Xu Qingyan’s gaze remained on the screen, forgetting the lyrics was just his little lie, just so he didn’t seem too enchanting.

Feng Xiu at Lin has no friends; he liked to tell little lies.

"The azure sky waits for the mist and rain, and I wait for you. The moonlight has been scooped up, blurring the conclusion. Like an antique piece of blue and white porcelain, self-sufficiently beautiful, your eyes carry a smile."

When the song ended on the other side, Pei Muchan soaked in the hot water of the bathtub. She sorted the lyrics and melody in her mind, and involuntarily held her breath subconsciously.

The lyrics and melody of this song, compared to all his previous songs, had the strongest traditional Chinese flavor.

Pei Muchan suddenly remembered that he had mentioned ’Blue and White Porcelain’ just before and after the dating reality show. So... had he thought it all out already then?

In that moment, her mind was somewhat bewildered.

She had always thought of herself as somewhat talented, whether in academics or in songwriting and singing. As long as she chose the path, she would proceed more smoothly than others.

Even if she fell into a slump, she had seen the peak. At the time, both the media and fans were overwhelmingly touting her as a genius.

But now, after meeting Xu Qingyan, Pei Muchan realized she was not a genius.

Listening to ’Blue and White Porcelain’, she was sure she could never write such a profoundly traditional Chinese song in her lifetime. Upon further reflection, she felt like an ephemeral bug glimpsing the azure sky, overwhelmed by a sense of powerlessness.

"What’s wrong?" Xu Qingyan’s voice came through from the other end.

Pei Muchan suddenly snapped back to her senses, her gaze lowering slightly.

"Mmm, nothing."

"What time have you been going to bed recently?" Xu Qingyan’s voice softened with a hint of inherent concern, "Are you still eating staff meals? I’ll be home in a few days."

At the mention of "coming home", Pei Muchan felt dazed again.

After he left, she indeed found it difficult to adapt to the current lifestyle, although it was an improvement over before. Ultimately, though, she was not accustomed to eating alone.

"Okay, waiting for you to come back."

The two chatted for a few more moments, and she was curious about why Xu Qingyan had suddenly become so proactive this time.

"Nothing much, just verifying a hypothesis. Anyway, writing a song is not a loss, might as well ride the momentum from ’Fragrance of Rice’. If there’s a chance for it to blow up, things will be a lot smoother for me."

So it was for work, Pei Muchan knew he kept his work confidential. She decided to ask about it differently.

"Are things... going smoothly at work?"

"Pretty smooth, haven’t run into any trouble." Xu Qingyan didn’t mention the artsy man from the afternoon, nor Viagra, "What comes next is uncertain, if it doesn’t work out, then so be it."

"That won’t happen, if it’s you, you’ll definitely make it work." Pei Muchan consoled him.

"Got it."