I woke up to find I had gotten my marriage certificate with a female celebrity.

"Hello...you." The two looked at each other, and Qin Yi greeted her awkwardly. Since she was able to come directly into the house, she must have a very good relationship with Chen Qianyu.

Upon hearing this, Yun Fan on the other end of the line instantly hardened her expression, showing absolutely no intention of giving Qin Yi a kind look: "I'm not good!"

Seeing that she quickly pulled Chen Qianyu aside and kept casting unfriendly glances at her while they were talking, Qin Yi knew that trouble was coming.

"Qiqi... Chen Xiran!" Yun Fan usually calls him by his nickname, but this time he called him by his full name or stage name, which clearly showed that he was really angry.

"Explain yourself! What's going on? How come there's a man in your house?!"

At this moment, Chen Qianyu stood with her hands behind her back, looking like she had done something wrong. She hadn't expected things to happen so suddenly, and she stammered, clearly not having thought of an excuse.

Yun Fan glanced at the porridge in the pot, then saw the apron on the chair, and her anger flared even more.

"You're really something, Chen Xiran. You've already started being a housewife at such a young age."

"You haven't released a song in so long, your fans all thought you were building up your career, but instead, you blatantly brought a man back. If someone takes a picture of that, your career is over, you understand?"

Yun Fan became increasingly angry as she spoke, and she even took out her phone to open Weibo and her fan group, practically shoving the comments and chat history in her face.

"Get him out of here right now."

"Never mind, you shouldn't go out. I'll take him out."

She angrily tried to drag Qin Yi out of bed, but before she could take two steps, Chen Qianyu grabbed her arm.

The tone of the voice that followed made Yun Fan even more incredulous.

"Sister Yun, are you sure you want to send him away?"

Yun Fan immediately turned around and glared at her: "What, you think you've gotten too big for your britches?"

"I'm taking him away today, and even Jesus can't stop me."

While pulling Yun Fan along, Chen Qianyu quickly took out her phone and opened the photo album.

She placed the manuscript she had taken at the hospital in front of Yun Fan, and then repeated what she had just said.

This time, however, there was a hint of pride in his tone.

"Sister Yun, are you really, really sure you want to get rid of him?"

Yun Fan froze for a moment. She looked at her phone, then at the room, pointed at Qin Yi on the bed, and finally managed to utter two words after a long while.

"It's him??"

Chen Qianyu nodded, and seeing the surprised expression on the face in front of her, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.

"Yes, what else?"

Yun Fan found it hard to believe.

When she first saw Qin Yi, she didn't connect the two people's identities at all, after all, his face was just too young.

She assumed that Chen Qianyu was secretly dating someone behind her back, and in a moment of impulsiveness, she brought him home.

Upon hearing that Qin Yi was the composer, Yun Fan almost instinctively blurted out a question.

"Chen Qiqi, you really aren't lying to me??"

Chen Qianyu nodded vigorously.

The thought that her husband is not only handsome but also very talented makes her feel wonderful.

Looking at Yun Fan's tone and expression, Chen Qianyu couldn't help but hum softly.

"What's so surprising about that?"

She tapped her head lightly with her fingers, her words brimming with smugness.

"Whether it's true or false, we'll find out soon enough by asking around. You can't lie about whether someone has something in their head."

After repeated questioning, and seeing that Chen Qianyu's eyes did not seem to be lying, Yun Fan was finally able to accept it.

When her gaze fell upon the steaming white porridge in the pot, her brows furrowed involuntarily.

"Chen Qianqian, then explain to me again, what's going on with this porridge?"

"What exactly is your relationship with him...?"

Chen Qianyu's heart pounded. She quickly grabbed Yun Fan's hand and eagerly changed the subject.

"Sister Yun, he's sick and still wrote songs for me, so what's wrong with me cooking him something to eat?"

"They said the song I sent you was going to be released as a single, and they're going to make an album for me later."

"You can't keep that long face. If you scare my album away, I'm really doomed!"

Yun Fan didn't know how to answer for a moment, so she could only hold her head and try not to think about it: "Okay...okay. I understand."

"By the way, what's his name?"

Chen Qianyu replied gently, "His name is Qin Yi."

"Qin Yi... Qin Yi..." Yun Fan felt that the name was somewhat familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had heard it before.

Once back inside, Yun Fan's expression became complicated again.

The composer was seen, but that person was in Chen Qianyu's bed.

However, her years of professional experience immediately changed her expression, and the sudden change in attitude left Qin Yi somewhat at a loss.

"Um...should I leave now?"

Upon hearing that Qin Yi was leaving, Yun Fan hurriedly went to greet him: "Mr. Qin, it was a misunderstanding just now. I thought you were hope Ran's...that."

Yun Fan cleared her throat, and the topic instantly shifted to Chen Qianyu's new song.

"Mr. Qin, I am hope Ran's agent, Yun Fan. I would like to buy this song of yours. Let's discuss the price first."

"As for the price of the new album, I think we should discuss it after we have a few finished products. What do you think?"

Making an album?

When did I say that?

Qin Yi stared at Chen Qianyu with wide eyes.

She kept blinking at him and put her hands in front of her chest in a pleading gesture, clearly indicating that he was now completely smitten.

"Yes...yes..."

These two sentences were almost forced out of his mouth: "Yes, I plan to write an album for her."

"So, how much are you planning to offer for these two songs?"

Upon hearing two songs, Yun Fan was taken aback. When did it become two songs?

Chen Qianyu quickly took out the draft of "I Love You". Yun Fan hummed along with the melody, her eyes immediately sparkling, but she quickly hid her excitement.

"Mr. Qin, I want this song too. I'll buy both songs for a total of two thousand yuan. What do you think?"

"How much...?" Qin Yi wondered if he had misheard, but Yun Fan's explanation was quite convincing.

"Mr. Qin, as an unknown composer, this price is already very high."

"The prices on the market are not only one or two thousand, but also three or five hundred or thirty or fifty. Those that can sell for two thousand are only because they have a history of success."

"How about this..." Yun Fan glanced back at Chen Qianyu, then reluctantly spoke up.

"Since you and Qianyu are friends, I'll offer you a friend's price."

"Two songs for three thousand. If you agree, I'll go back and revise the contract, and we'll sign it as soon as possible. What do you think?"

Qin Yi squinted at the person in front of him, thinking to himself that this person was really shrewd, no wonder he could be an agent.

With just a few words, they seized control of the negotiations and didn't mention any other benefits. If it were an ordinary college student, they might have been tricked into signing.

"Sister Yun, don't worry."

"What kind of buyout are you referring to? For how long? One year? Two years? Or... permanently?"

Although Qin Yi was ill, his mind was still relatively clear.

He did consider giving the song directly to Karena Ng, but that would inevitably constitute a breach of contract.

The contract will usually stipulate that Party B shall not undertake any commercial performances, record songs, release works, or use third-party musical works for public performances without Party A's written consent.

Therefore, the management company is an unavoidable hurdle that must be discussed.

Since Chen Qianyu wasn't paying for it, there was no reason for him not to make a profit.

Faced with Qin Yi's question, Yun Fan fell silent, realizing that she had met a tough opponent.

Just as she was racking her brains trying to figure out how to buy it at a low price, the phone suddenly rang.

"Excuse me, I need to take this call."

…………

"Hello, this is Yun Fan."

"What did you say? That song was supposed to be for Xiran, and we've been practicing it for half a month. Why did you change your mind again?"

"The company's decision? It's the company's decision again. Does the company just ignore one rising star and push another aside?"

Chen Qianyu didn't react much; she had expected this to happen.

Yun Fan hung up the phone, forcibly suppressing her anger. Turning around, she saw Qin Yi holding up one finger.

"I want ten thousand yuan."