He unexpectedly becomes a father at the start of his life, and the mother of his child is a national

Lin Caiwei's heart skipped a beat.

A song tailor-made for her.

She didn't say anything, but continued to listen.

This song really suits her. The melody follows her voice perfectly. It's like a tailor-made suit, showing where to hold back, where to let go, where to add breath, and where to emphasize the words.

She could even sense that when Chen Hao wrote this song, he kept thinking about how she would sing.

Sisi listens to every song carefully and then comments on them:

"Sisi likes this song!"

"This one is good too!"

"Why are all the songs my dad writes so good!"

The little guy's praise was simple and direct, yet most sincere.

She doesn't understand music arrangement, harmony, lyrics, or rhyme; she only knows whether something sounds good or bad.

In her opinion, all ten songs were "good".

After the last song finished playing, the recording studio was quiet for a few seconds.

There was also a faint electrical hum in the speakers.

The light from the computer screen shone on Lin Caiwei's face, making her eyes appear bright.

She took a deep breath and turned to Chen Hao: "Chen Hao, I'm really... so satisfied."

Her voice was filled with barely concealed excitement, and the last syllable even trembled slightly.

"I love every single song, every arrangement and style."

Especially "Dust Flower" and "Letter from Afar"—the arrangements for those two songs are so sophisticated. The fusion of folk music and pop music is so natural, not just a forced imitation.

And in "Wings Against the Wind," the key change in the chorus is so cleverly designed; the chord suspension before the key shift is incredibly effective in building up the emotion.

She spoke at length, completely unlike her usual aloof and distant pop diva.

At this moment, she was simply a musician moved by a good work, her eyes shining, speaking twice as fast as usual, and gesturing in the air with her hands to name those chords and key changes.

Hearing her praise, Chen Hao smiled and said, "I'm glad you're satisfied."

"Not satisfied," Lin Caiwei corrected earnestly, emphasizing each word.

"I am very satisfied, more satisfied than expected."

She paused, then softened her voice: "Thank you."

Chen Hao looked at her and said softly, "There's no need for thanks between us."

These words were spoken softly, yet they were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake.

Lin Caiwei's heart skipped a beat.

She looked at Chen Hao, and Chen Hao looked at her.

Their eyes met, and neither of them spoke, yet it seemed as if they had said a great deal.

The air in the recording studio seemed to freeze; even the sound of the air conditioner blasting out became exceptionally clear.

"Mom, why is your face red?" Sisi suddenly asked.

Lin Caiwei then came to her senses, quickly turned her head away, and touched her cheek with the back of her hand:

"N-nothing, it's just a little hot..."

She tried to fan herself with her hand to hide her unease, but her heart just wouldn't calm down.

She never loses her composure in public. In her ten years in the industry, she has seen all kinds of situations and met all kinds of important people. She has always been calm, aloof, and just right.

But at this moment, she was like a teenage girl, her senses completely disrupted by a single sentence.

Chen Hao coughed lightly, looked down at the mouse, and closed the folder.

The tips of his ears were a little red, but Lin Caiwei didn't dare to look.

He steered the conversation back to business: "Since you're satisfied with these songs, then... how about I help you record them?"

Lin Caiwei was taken aback for a moment: "You're going to record it for me?"

"Hmm." Chen Hao gestured to the surrounding equipment, finally regaining some composure.

"The equipment here is complete, with Neumann microphones, Apogee sound cards, Genelec monitors, all of which are professional studio setups."

The sound insulation is also quite good; I tested it, and the background noise is controlled below -65dB.

If you don't mind, you can try recording here.

Lin Caiwei looked around the professional recording studio.

She noticed it as soon as she entered; the equipment here wasn't cheap.

That U87 microphone has a market price of over 20,000 yuan.

Those Genelec monitor speakers cost over 50,000.

The sound card, microphone preamp, and headphone distributor are all professional-grade.

She remembered that Chen Hao had been delivering food not long ago, and she couldn't quite describe the feeling in her heart.

She looked at the sophisticated equipment on the control panel.

Chen Hao even knows this?

"You also do audio recording and production?" she asked.

"I know a little," Chen Hao said, his tone as flat as if he were commenting on the nice weather.

"I've done some research over this period, bought a few books, watched some instructional videos, and asked friends. It should be enough."

Lin Caiwei remained silent for a few seconds.

She always records her songs in top-notch recording studios and collaborates with top-notch producers.

Those producers have been in the industry for twenty years and have handled hundreds of albums; their ears are more accurate than any instrument.

Asking Chen Hao to help her record a song... that's a very bold idea.

But for some reason, she felt she could trust him.

It's not the kind of trust that "he's a good person," but a deeper, inexplicable trust.

She believed he wouldn't mess things up, believed he could keep all his promises, and believed he would always give her the best.

"Okay." She nodded. "Thank you for your help."

"No trouble at all." Chen Hao had already opened the recording software, created a new project file, and set the sampling rate and bit depth.

"Shall we begin now?"

"Now?"

"Yes, I'm in great shape," Chen Hao said.

"You've just listened to these songs, and your emotions and feelings are still there, so the recording will turn out very well."

No need to warm up, no need to find your rhythm, you are in your best condition right now.

Lin Caiwei thought about it and felt that it made sense.

She stood up and walked into the glass-enclosed recording booth.

The recording studio wasn't large, but the acoustics were very well done, with full-range sound-absorbing panels on the walls and low-frequency traps in the corners.

She stood in front of the microphone, adjusted its height, and straightened the pop filter.

Chen Hao is debugging the equipment at the control panel.

He put on his headphones and tested the microphone: "Hello, one, two, three, test."

Lin Caiwei was wearing headphones and heard his voice coming from them; it was very close, right next to her ear.

"The signal level is normal," Chen Hao said. "Can we record 'Time Amber' first?"

In the recording studio, Lin Caiwei nodded.

Chen Hao pressed the record button.

The little red dot lights up.

Lin Caiwei closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and spoke.

"Time Amber..."

Her voice came through the headphones; it was clear, delicate, and full of emotion.

While listening, Chen Hao made minor adjustments to the software.

He adjusted the EQ, cutting away some of the muddiness in the low frequencies and increasing the airiness in the high frequencies.

He adjusted the compression ratio to make the vocals sound more intimate.

He found that Lin Caiwei's voice was very suitable for this song.

The high frequencies are clear and bright, like the morning sunlight shining through glass; the low frequencies are gentle, like a whisper in the middle of the night.

The transition between true and falsetto voices is very natural, and the transition point is almost imperceptible.

After singing it the first time.

[Ding! Monitoring and guiding the recording, music skill experience points +380]

"The first take went well," Chen Hao said into the microphone. "The overall feel is right, and the pitch and rhythm are fine."

However, you could loosen up a bit more in the chorus; you held back those high notes too much.