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

Lin Caiwei stared blankly at her phone screen.

On the screen, Chen Hao closed his eyes slightly, focusing intently on playing the piano and singing.

Soft light shone on his profile, outlining his defined jawline.

His fingers moved fluently across the piano keys, and his lips parted to utter moving notes and words.

She was completely immersed in the song, and also in the musical world created by the man she could no longer understand.

The lyrics convey a sense of longing and distance, a silent confession and eventual acceptance.

Presented by the singer-songwriter herself in such a direct way, the impact is ten times stronger than simply listening to the recording!

She even forgot her slightly sexy outfit and the purpose of her earlier question; she was simply drawn to the music and the man playing and singing.

Soon, the music ended.

The last note of the piano slowly faded away in the living room.

On her phone screen, Lin Caiwei seemed still immersed in the afterglow, her eyes somewhat vacant, until Lin Sisi's excited voice pulled her back to reality:

"Mommy! Mommy! Daddy's finished singing! Did Daddy sing well? Wasn't it amazing?"

Lin Caiwei then suddenly came to her senses and realized her lapse in composure.

She quickly adjusted her expression, forcing a slightly unnatural but genuine smile, and nodded at the camera.

"Mmm, that sounds good. Dad sings... really well."

Her voice was much softer than before, carrying a complex emotion of confirmation.

She paused, then focused her gaze back on Chen Hao, who had returned to the sofa, and asked the most crucial question:

"Chen Hao, this song... lyrics, music, and arrangement... were all done by you alone?"

Chen Hao took the phone from his daughter, sat back down on the sofa, hugged her, and then nodded calmly and firmly at the camera:

"Yes, I did it all myself. I was just messing around with it when I had nothing else to do, so it's a bit rough around the edges. Sorry for the poor quality."

Just figuring it out for fun?

Is it poorly written?

Lin Caiwei was at a loss for words when she heard this.

If this is called rough, then what about all the so-called meticulously produced works in the music industry?

Is it garbage?

She recalled that her daughter had said that the nursery rhyme was written by her father. At the time, she was skeptical, but more surprised that Chen Hao could play the piano and had a good voice.

But now, the facts are clear.

This man can not only sing and play instruments, he can also create music!

Moreover, the quality of the works they create is astonishing!

The song "Starlight and Dust" is remarkable for its literary and evocative lyrics, beautiful melody, and memorable tune.

It's still about the layers and sophistication of the arrangement (although Chen Hao only used the piano just now, she had heard the full version).

They have all reached the level of professional record labels, and are even better than many of the hit songs she has received in recent years!

This completely overturned her perception of Chen Hao.

How could a food delivery person possess such comprehensive musical talent?

This is simply illogical!

After the initial shock, an even stronger emotion welled up inside me—admiration, even a touch of respect.

As a singer, she is all too aware of how rare a good song is, and also all too aware of the value of an excellent singer-songwriter.

She looked at the man on the screen, holding his daughter, with a calm and even somewhat humble expression.

Her tone unconsciously became more serious, even carrying a hint of gentleness she herself wasn't aware of:

"Chen Hao, you don't need to be modest. This song... is very well written. Really." She paused, then added, her voice soft but earnest.

"It's better than many of the songs I've sung..."

These words, coming from Lin Caiwei, carried immense weight.

Chen Hao felt a little embarrassed and quickly said, "You flatter me too much. I just wrote it casually, it can't compare to your hit songs."

Since you like this song "Starlight and Dust" so much... if you don't mind, you can sing it.

Lin Caiwei was taken aback, thinking she had misheard. With a mixture of probing and anticipation, she asked softly:

"Chen Hao, what did you mean just now? You asked me to sing this song?"

Chen Hao met her gaze, smiled, and said frankly:

"What I mean is, if you like this song, then go ahead and sing it."

This song, "Starlight and Dust," is authorized for you.

On the other end of the phone, Lin Caiwei was clearly stunned.

She gripped the phone tightly, her fingertips digging into it, almost doubting whether she had misheard.

Chen Hao's voice came through the receiver clearly, calmly and naturally, without a trace of joking or probing.

Is he really willing to grant her the rights to perform "Starlight and Dust"?

This was completely unexpected for her.

As someone in the industry, she knew all too well the quality of this song.

The melody is catchy, the lyrics are poignant, the arrangement is rich in layers, and the emotional expression is extremely delicate.

It's not just a nice song; it's more like a meticulously crafted work of art, with the potential to become a huge hit and even a classic.

Such works are rare and precious for any singer.

Creators usually keep the money to themselves or sell it to a higher price in exchange for huge profits or favors.

And what is between her and Chen Hao?

Apart from that absurd accident three years ago, which they would rather forget, and their daughter Sisi, which was brought about by that accident, they were practically strangers to each other.

She investigated Chen Hao, an ordinary food deliveryman who lived a frugal life, a world completely different from the glamorous and complex entertainment industry she was in.

She sought him out simply because her daughter needed a father, and she needed someone trustworthy (at least by blood) to take care of Sisi while she was busy.

She left behind the money and the car, more out of a sense of "employment" or "compensation," drawing a very clear line between them.

But now, he casually announces that he's going to grant her permission to sing a song that would make countless singers fight tooth and nail?

A complex mix of emotions welled up in Lin Caiwei's heart.

After the initial surprise came an indescribable tremor, and perhaps even a hint of...warmth?

The feeling came suddenly, leaving her somewhat at a loss.

"You...you're serious?" Lin Caiwei's voice unconsciously softened, filled with disbelief and confirmation.

"Can you authorize me to sing 'Starlight and Dust'?"

"Yes, really." Chen Hao's answer was still straightforward.

"I think if you sing, the effect will be better, and more people will be able to hear the song."

If you'd like, we can sign a licensing agreement.

He spoke of it so matter-of-factly, as if it were just a trivial matter.

Lin Caiwei suddenly felt a tightness in her throat.

She has encountered people who have shown her goodwill and sent her songs, but those people often had various motives and calculations behind them.

Chen Hao's tone, however, lacked any of those qualities; it was as calm as if he were asking, "What did you eat for dinner?"

This purity, on the contrary, touched her even more.