Chapter 1249: Born Singer (Part 29)
Chuzheng hung up the phone.
Once disowned and deprived of family protection, a spoiled rich kid who only knows how to indulge will essentially have their wings clipped.
"I’m so nice."
[...] You might as well just kill him.
Can I?
Chuzheng was eager to try.
[No, you can’t!] King’s Account mercilessly rejected Chuzheng: [Please act like a normal person, don’t be so ruthless, thank you!]
Why did you even suggest it!
[...] I just don’t know how your definition of "nice" differs from a normal person’s.
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Three days later, Chuzheng received a call from Father Liang, agreeing to her terms.
Young Master Liang was disowned, unable to take anything with him except some clothes.
Young Master Liang didn’t expect to really be kicked out and was stunned. He caused a scene outside the Liang Family for several days until Father Liang couldn’t bear it and had him driven away.
Young Master Liang sat on the road, feeling only anger and resentment.
Resentful of Chuzheng, resentful of his father.
He couldn’t believe his father gave up his son for the company.
No matter how resentful Young Master Liang was, he was now homeless.
All his cards were frozen, leaving him penniless.
Young Master Liang called his shady friends, but news seemed to have spread: what used to summon a crowd with one call now yielded nothing after dozens.
Even those who agreed to help would call back later claiming they didn’t have the time.
There was one ridiculous case where someone agreed to help and then called back saying they forgot they were in the USA and couldn’t come.
Enraged, Young Master Liang almost smashed his phone, but given his current situation, he couldn’t afford to.
In the end, he sold his limited edition custom phone and got a few thousand yuan.
Young Master Liang was accustomed to spending lavishly, and the money was gone within days.
No one to turn to, no money, Young Master Liang was forced to earn for himself.
With a fake degree from an Unknown University abroad, there was a company careless enough to hire him, but he was fired within a day when his temper flared.
Every job went the same way; Young Master Liang couldn’t stand the disdain of being a bottom-rung employee, and lasting two days became a record-breaking feat.
After the ordeal, not only had he not earned any money, but he had to pay compensation for fighting.
Meanwhile, after kicking Young Master Liang out, Father Liang’s company dilemmas gradually resolved.
Father Liang was wary of Chuzheng and dared not inquire about Young Master Liang’s situation.
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In October, the weather suddenly turned cold.
Chuzheng wrapped in a coat entered the studio and encountered Lisa, who was preparing to head out with others at the elevator.
"Boss, a TV station invited them to be guests on the Spring Festival Gala..."
"You decide."
"..."
Who’s really the manager here!!
Chuzheng went upstairs; the studio staff were preparing for the new song, enveloped in discussions and the sound of flipping through documents, creating a busy atmosphere.
Chuzheng went to the dance room to find people; the new song required an MV with a short dance segment which they were practicing with the teacher now.
"Little Yan, how’s your waist so flexible?"
Chuzheng entered and heard this comment.
She looked expressionlessly towards the corner where Mu Sheng was staring enviously at Sheng Yan’s waist, while Qu Jiangxiao was practicing according to the teacher’s instructions.
The room was slightly warm, and due to dancing, Sheng Yan wore only a thin T-shirt, which Mu Sheng had lifted halfway, revealing a section of pale waist.
Pa—
Those in the room heard a sound and looked up to see Chuzheng emanating coldness in the mirror.
Mu Sheng waved to Chuzheng: "Boss!"
Sheng Yan tugged his shirt down, covering his exposed waist.
"Boss, what did you bring?" Mu Sheng strode towards Chuzheng: "I’m so hungry."
Chuzheng pressed down on the items she put down: "Go look for your girlfriend."
Mu Sheng: "??"
Mu Sheng seemingly realized Chuzheng was in a bad mood and withdrew her hand sheepishly, finding an excuse to slip away in a flash.
Qu Jiangxiao glanced at Sheng Yan, gave him a look, and left with him.
Leaving only the two of them in the dance room.
"Come here."
Sheng Yan, standing in the corner, heard Chuzheng’s voice and walked over with his head lowered.
It took a whole minute for Sheng Yan to cover the short distance.
Standing in front of Chuzheng, he took a deep breath and gathered courage: "Miss Meng... I want to tell you something."
Chuzheng nodded: "Go on."
"I..." Sheng Yan pinched his thigh to stay calm: "I, I like you." He blurted out the sentence with closed eyes.
"Hmm." If you don’t like me, who do you want to like!
Chuzheng’s calm response instantly froze Sheng Yan’s anxious heart.
"You... have nothing to say?"
"Say what?" Chuzheng looked at him: "Should I say I like you too?"
Sheng Yan’s palms were sweaty from nervousness, his voice trembling: "Do you like me?"
"I do."
Sheng Yan dared not meet Chuzheng’s gaze; it fell upon her, sending his heart racing uncontrollably.
However, the girl opposite remained calm as always, as if for her "like" was just an ordinary word.
Chuzheng reached out and ruffled his hair a couple of times, naturally instructing him: "Eat something, don’t practice too long."
Sheng Yan watched Chuzheng leave, wanted to call her back, but found himself unable to produce any sound.
Qu Jiangxiao and Mu Sheng came in from outside and immediately surrounded him: "Little Yan, did you tell her?"
"I did."
Sheng Yan had his head down, his voice somewhat muffled.
"Hmm? What’s the outcome?"
"Nothing." Sheng Yan paused.
Mu Sheng asked: "She doesn’t like you?"
"... She said she likes me."
Mu Sheng exclaimed: "So why is there no outcome? You both like each other, that means there is an outcome!"
Qu Jiangxiao held Mu Sheng in place: "What’s going on?"
Sheng Yan: "She didn’t say anything else afterward..."
Mu Sheng and Qu Jiangxiao exchanged a glance, wondering what it meant to say nothing afterward. Being confessed to should warrant a response, right?
"Little Yan..."
"I feel unwell, I’m heading back first."
Sheng Yan dodged their questions and left the dance room.
He glanced inside Chuzheng’s office as he passed, seeing her at the desk handling documents. As Sheng Yan was about to look away, the person inside suddenly looked up, meeting his gaze.
"Come in."
Sheng Yan: "!!"
Reluctantly, Sheng Yan entered despite his initial thought to stay outside.
"Close the door."
Sheng Yan retraced his steps to shut the door.
Chuzheng continued handling documents, occasionally asking him: "Did you eat?"
"... Ate."
Sheng Yan’s tone carried hesitation, obviously lying.
Chuzheng glanced at him, set down her pen, pushed her feet against the desk to slide her chair back a bit, and authoritatively knocked on the backrest: "Come here."
Sheng Yan: "..."
Was she calling a small animal?