"What do you take for?" Le Feng said with a displeased face, "Do you think I’d leave you behind and go off to live the good life myself?"
Su Qi was silent.
It wasn’t impossible.
"Forget it, I’ll go and pull in so ads for you, so you won’t run out of money in a few days," Le Feng sighed, stood up, gave Su Qi a couple of words of advice, and left in a hurry.
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Elsewhere.
After dealing with Qin Manxiang’s issue, Shen Yanhe returned ho.
As soon as she entered the villa, she saw Fu Yanhe, wearing ho clothes, standing at the door.
He was very close to her, looking down at her, "You’re back?"
Shen Yanhe looked up at him, humd affirmatively, took two steps forward, and laid her head against his sturdy chest, her hands lazily wrapping around his waist.
Fu Yanhe looked down at the fluffy head in front of him, feeling as if a feather had gently brushed over his heart, incredibly soft.
He lifted his hand to stroke her dark hair and asked her patiently, "What’s wrong?"
Wrapped gently in the sandalwood scent unique to him, Shen Yanhe closed her eyes, "Let lean on you for a while, I’m a bit tired."
Fu Yanhe looked at her, suddenly lifted his hands, slipped them under her armpits, and picked her up like a child.
Shen Yanhe opened her eyes and looked down at him, "What are you doing?"
Fu Yanhe held her close, one hand supporting her buttocks, the other pressing her head against his shoulder, and started walking upstairs, "I feel that, rather than leaning, you’d prefer to be held."
Shen Yanhe felt the warmth of the hand on the back of her head, her eyelashes quivered slightly, and she earnestly leaned on his shoulder, staying quiet and still.
She let Fu Yanhe carry her upstairs, sit her on the bed, and lean against the headboard.
She was just like a lazy cat, sprawled out on his chest, listening to his steady breathing.
A sense of security she had never felt before surrounded her.
Shen Yanhe didn’t know how long she had been dazed, but the head that was initially leaning on Fu Yanhe’s chest was lifted, her chin resting on his solid pectorals as her clear cat-like eyes fixed on him.
Fu Yanhe, who was browsing through information on his phone, felt her gaze, put away the phone, looked down at her with a voice that was gentle and low, "What’s wrong?"
Shen Yanhe blinked and reached out with her delicate hand to grasp his collar, didn’t say a word, and kissed his thin lips.
Fu Yanhe’s eyes instantly darkened, his Adam’s apple moved, and his breathing grew increasingly hot.
His hands grabbed Shen Yanhe’s slender waist, taking control, storming the fortress with an overwhelming montum.
Shen Yanhe, who had impulsively wanted to give him a peck, was now trembling from the tingling the proficiency of his skills brought on.
Her body began to feel weak.
The situation gradually spiraled out of control...
...
She didn’t know how much ti had passed, but when Shen Yanhe woke up, it was already dark.
The room’s main light was off; only the lamp, set to the dimst light, remained on. Fu Yanhe wasn’t lying beside her; he probably went back to the study to work.
Shen Yanhe felt refreshed, as he had taken good care of her. She didn’t want to get up just yet and lazily lay in bed for a while.
Until the mobile phone on the nightstand chid.
Shen Yanhe lifted her sowhat sour and numb hand, took the phone, and looked at it.
It was a ssage from the custor service of "Heavenly Dao."
Heavenly Dao001: M God, hello, sorry to disturb you. Heavenly Dao is celebrating its 10th anniversary, and I haven’t found a good score for the anniversary song. Do you have any availability coming up? I’d like to discuss a commission with you.
Shen Yanhe saw this unfamiliar note and was montarily bewildered before she rembered.
It was from a ga she had played years ago when the progress on Shen Huai’s treatnt potion had stalled, and her heart was filled with frustration and chaos, wanting to escape reality, she ended up playing this ga by a fluke, led by the eldest senior brother.
At the ti, "Heavenly Dao" was already sowhat popular. She played as a Swordsman who specialized in PVP, killing in the arena for a while, and successfully climbed to the top of the leaderboard.
Later, when "Heavenly Dao" held its first offline player eting, they invited her, but she was preparing to go abroad to look for new dicinal materials and didn’t attend, only sending them a piece of music via email.
Heavenly Dao turned this composition into their first commorative song, and it seed to catch fire pretty well.
She had left the ga for quite a while and didn’t expect "Heavenly Dao" still rembered her.
In consideration of the ga having accompanied her through a low point in the past, Shen Yanhe replied to their ssage.
[M]: Compensation.
Li De, the forr music producer and current general manager of Heavenly Dao, anxiously awaited Shen Yanhe’s reply, and was instantly thrilled upon seeing these two characters from her.
[Heavenly Dao001]: Ten million!
That ten million was well spent, given that "Heavenly Dao" had been operating for ten years, but it really surged in popularity two years ago.
It was the commorative song that M had composed for them that went viral, blazing through the land.
So when the higher-ups inquired about the music for the tenth anniversary, the general manager did not hesitate to contact Shen Yanhe.
He had braced himself for rejection, but she had actually agreed!
[M]: Okay, I’ll take it. I’ll give you a new composition in seven days.
[Heavenly Dao001]: Great! Thank you, M! Do you have any thoughts about returning to the ga? The old players miss you a lot, and we have prepared a rich welco-back gift for you.
[Heavenly Dao001]: There’s also a tenth-anniversary player etup. Would you like to join if you’re free? We really miss you.
[M]: No ti for gas, I’ll consider offline ets.
[M]: 62215XXXXXXX, bank card, send the contract to , rember to transfer the money.
After sending the ssage, Shen Yanhe coldly exited the chat box.
The browser tily popped up a trending topic: #Will the singer for Heavenly Dao’s tenth anniversary the song be the one you have in mind?#
Shen Yanhe stared at the ntion of the the song for a few seconds, then returned to WeChat to open Su Qi’s chat box.
[Zi Yue]: Are you the one singing Heavenly Dao’s tenth-anniversary the song?
[Su Qi]: No, they chose Yan Qi.
Shen Yanhe’s brow furrowed slightly. When had the person in charge of selection at Heavenly Dao dropped the ball so badly? Vocally, Su Qi was obviously better than Yan Qi.
Why would they choose Yan Qi?
Before she had ti to send a ssage to ask custor service, the door to the room was opened from outside.
Fu Yanhe tiptoed inside and, seeing her leaning against the headboard playing with her phone, his brows lifted before he moved to her side. "When did you wake up? Why didn’t you call for ?"
"Just woke up not long ago," Shen Yanhe put away her phone, lazily stretched, "I’m a bit hungry, is there anything to eat?"
"Yes, it’s been kept warm on the stove all along." Fu Yanhe bent down and lightly kissed her forehead. "Get up and wash up, then let’s go eat."
Shen Yanhe looked up at him and nuzzled gently, "Okay."
Forget it.
She would ask during the offline eting when the ti ca.
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Soon, the new season of "Survival on a Deserted Island" began filming.
This ti, the survival challenge was still set on an island, just a different one.
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