Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity-Chapter 563 - 299: We agreed to celebrate, so why are we attacking Niangziguan?

After that day, the two of them were awkward for several days.

Pei Muchan was already unwell, so she simply decided to feign death with her thermos in hand. And since she couldn’t stand the cold, the air conditioning couldn’t be turned on in the upstairs office.

So, Xu Qingyan simply holed up in the composition studio.

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It was as if their relationship had regressed, even worse than before. In reality, it’s just a shallow layer on the surface; desires are lurking in the shadows, and the things tacitly agreed upon are the real benefits.

Now, at least Xu Qingyan was aware of the weight of Pei Muchan’s conscience.

As the old saying goes, "Three thousand favors are not worth four ounces at your chest," and if it’s more than four ounces, it’s a knockout blow. Xu Qingyan’s XP was doomed from the start; he only had a soft spot for people with a conscience.

Some things are truly frightening. Since measuring Lin Wanzhou’s conscience in the car, he involuntarily began to weigh Pei Muchan’s, purely out of instinct.

Just as once a person learns to walk, they don’t continue to crawl on the ground; eventually, they must run.

Thinking this, a bit more motivation sprouted in Xu Qingyan’s heart. After all, as someone in his twenties, he was at the age of vigor and vitality; even with the best patience, how many times can one hold back their temper?

Another half month passed, and Xu Qingyan called Jiang Ling to the company, handing her the finished scores in person.

This thirty-something "sister" was stunned by the scores. One after another, she was so astonished it was as if she had seen a celestial being. Just as she excitedly looked up at her boss, she discovered that Xu Qingyan’s brows were furrowed.

"Boss Xu, are you... dissatisfied with the scores?"

No, he hadn’t paid much attention to the scores at all. What he was thinking about was why no game company had contacted him yet; it was like looking for the imperial army’s return for yet another year.

"Uh, yes, I wanted to write something even better for you," Xu Qingyan didn’t tell the truth and went along with her suggestion, "Unfortunately, this is the best I could do, there’s no helping it."

His careless words had another effect in Jiang Ling’s ears.

"They are very good already, more than good enough," she was a bit excited and even somewhat incoherent, "I thought... I never imagined... anyway, they’re truly good."

"Really."

Since Jiang Ling boarded this "pirate ship," she had always been walking on eggshells. With every step, she wondered if there was no road ahead, too scared to suggest terminating the contract.

Firstly, once she walked out the door, she might never have such an opportunity again, and secondly, she was already thirty - and, most crucially, she was a bit afraid of Xu Qingyan.

After all, game recognizes game. No matter how amiable Xu Qingyan seemed on a daily basis, she knew very well that he was a tough nut to crack, even more difficult to deal with than herself.

He had a heavy hand, was cunning, and others might not know this, but she did. Those black sheep who had been caught by Xu Qingyan’s tricks and had left some loopholes were now pressured to the brink of breakdown, almost bipolar.

But now, she felt fortunate about her initial decision to not give up so easily. It’s true what they say: "After enduring the darkest hours, the dawn will break, and the hardship will turn into reward."

These scores were enough to make a small album effortlessly. Plus, she knew very well the quality of the scores, don’t she?

"All right, work hard, someone will discuss the album production with you," Xu Qingyan said with a smile; after all, Jiang Ling was the first "insider" he had pulled to his side.

He would still put some effort into supporting her, as the company could also reap the profits. Frankly, Jiang Ling alone was capable of sustaining Sky Light Film and Television.

Producing the album, promoting and releasing it, would be handled by other people. Xu Qingyan only needed to provide the scores; he didn’t need to personally worry about the other trivial matters.

He had the resources and the channels; it was easy to monetize a song if he wanted to.

Once Jiang Ling left, he slumped onto the desk again, finding it too hard to keep up the facade. "The Legend of Martial Arts" was already half released, how come no game company had approached him yet.

Dammit, if they were afraid of the price being too high, at least start with an offer!

Having only one drama in hand truly sucked; if he wanted to make money, it had to be a slow process. Either that or he had to pool some money to shoot another one, but that was exactly the amount he was short of right now.

He planned to wait a bit longer, and if all else failed, he would seek investment from Pei Muchan and Lin Wanzhou. No matter what, the show must go on; otherwise, what would he eat or use in the future?

...

Noon came, and Zhang Xinyang parked his car and walked toward the entrance of the building.

It was already late April, and the weather was gradually getting hotter. Upon entering the building, he immediately felt the cool shade. He was the manager of a gaming company with some renown nationwide.

He stepped into the elevator, his peripheral vision catching a glimpse of a female colleague. He nodded his head as a greeting.

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The company hadn’t been running too smoothly lately, as several game agencies they had, all flopped. Fortunately, it wasn’t severe enough to hurt the foundation, but it was just headache-inducing thinking about what to do next.

Suddenly, a piece of BGM in the elevator caught his attention.

"With grievances split evenly, how shall I be stained? Watching the lantern blood-red dyed, seeking revenge is too late..."

It was a female singer’s voice, ethereal and rich with quality. Her singing embodied a full sense of martial arts culture, which pricked the interest of Zhang Xinyang, a martial arts enthusiast.

He turned his head searching for the source of the sound but saw only a strange woman’s face. In the end, he refrained from speaking and decided to search for it on his computer back in the office.

He could barely remember a line or two of the lyrics, and that was enough.

Back at the company, it wasn’t yet time to resume work for the afternoon. He glanced at the receptionist, who at this hour was probably napping or playing on her phone.

But this time, she was engrossed in watching some show, occasionally laughing along. This made Zhang Xinyang take a second look, but it was just a momentary linger.

Entering his office, he noticed a few young employees also seemed to be watching a show. A cursory glance suggested they were all watching the same drama. He wondered if there was another hit show recently?

Unable to resist, he asked, "What are you all watching?"