Don't call me a singing god, I just want to go back to doing scientific research.

The Harmony Building, the recording studio.

Gu Yang hugged his knees and curled up on the sofa in the lounge, exuding an aura of resentment that kept strangers at bay.

He spent the whole day at the company.

I originally came here to record a song, but all I could think about was Ling Luo's face as she fell asleep.

Gu Yang grew angrier the more he thought about it, and grabbed the sheet music, punching it hard twice.

What does that mean?

He met his parents, had a meal with them, and both his parents nodded in approval.

The results of it?

Is that all?

We were lying on a bed, covered by a blanket, just chatting!

No, we didn't even chat, we just went straight to sleep!

Gu Yang felt like a fool, a fool who was deluding himself.

He had rehearsed the scene eight hundred times in his mind, but the director just tore up the script.

"Knock knock knock".

There was a knock on the door of the lounge.

Shao Hui pushed the door open and came in, holding a cup of hot Americano.

As soon as he entered the room, he felt the oppressive atmosphere.

Looking again at Gu Yang, who was huddled on the sofa with black smoke practically rising from his head, Shao Hui raised an eyebrow.

  

"Oh, whose little complaining husband is this?"

Gu Yang raised his head, gave him a long, quiet look, and said nothing.

Shao Hui placed the coffee on the coffee table in front of him, then sat down casually next to him and looked Gu Yang up and down.

He looked at him very carefully, his gaze even lingering on Gu Yang's waist and neck for a moment.

Gu Yang felt a chill run down his spine from his gaze.

"What are you looking at?"

"Look at you," Shao Hui said, stroking his chin with a look of surprise. "I thought you wouldn't be able to get out of bed today."

Gu Yang: "?"

Shao Hui clicked his tongue twice, leaned closer, lowered his voice, and looked at him with a look that every man understands.

"What's up? You met the parents last night, absence makes the heart grow fonder, wasn't it intense?"

Gu Yang's face turned red instantly.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

"I'm talking nonsense?" Shao Hui's smile became even more mischievous. "Wait a minute, you look so energetic and lively, you can even come to record a song... Tsk, Ling Luo isn't up to the task either?"

"he!"

Gu Yang felt a lump in his throat and almost couldn't breathe.

No?

He really wanted to know if Ling Luo was up to the task!

But they didn't give him a chance at all!

Who can I tell about this grievance?

He couldn't very well tell Shao Hui: "We didn't do anything, and he just went to sleep. I suspect he's not interested in me anymore!"

This is so embarrassing!

Gu Yang was seething with anger, but he couldn't vent it, so he could only grab the coffee on the table and gulp it down.

"Ouch—it tastes so bitter!"

Seeing his almost-crying expression, Shao Hui laughed so hard he couldn't stand up straight.

"Alright, alright, I'm not teasing you anymore," he patted Gu Yang on the shoulder, "Hurry up and get yourself in the right state of mind, the producers are waiting."

Gu Yang put down his coffee cup and mumbled an "Oh".

He dragged his heavy steps into the recording studio and put on his headphones.

Outside, the producer gave an "OK" sign.

The prelude to the music begins.

Therefore, Yang's current mood does not require any adjustment.

The moment she opened her mouth, it was like a scene from a breakup.

Shao Hui raised an eyebrow; it seemed things didn't go very smoothly last night.

……

at the same time.

Inside a private custom shop in a small alley in Beijing.

Ling Luo operated the instrument in front of her with a focused expression.

In his hands, 18K white gold is gradually shaped through melting, pressing, and drawing.

At first, the movements were slow, and it seemed like the person wasn't very skilled.

There was a person standing nearby, occasionally offering pointers.

The basic shape of the ring slowly emerged; it was just a simple plain band, yet it made Ling Luo break out in a cold sweat.

Ling Luo took a deep breath and carefully took out the black rhodium solution to electroplate one of the rings, giving it a deep and mysterious black color.

One in black, one in white, just like him and Gu Yang.

The final step is engraving.

He controlled his trembling hand and carefully engraved three numbers—245—on the inner circle of the white ring.

As a result, he slashed his hand and ruined the ring.

"Your hand is unsteady, let me help you."

Ling Luo shook her head. "Thank you, Teacher Xu. I can do it."

After saying that, let's do it again.

After countless failures, the final four numbers—7315—were engraved on the black one.

After doing all this, Ling Luo finally breathed a sigh of relief. He looked up at the window and saw that it was already completely dark, but he hadn't even noticed.

He put the two rings into a velvet box that had been prepared beforehand, then took off his protective goggles and went outside.

Ling Luo got into the car and thought for a moment: "Brother Mingjun, could you please go to the research institute?"

Li Mingjun nodded in agreement, and the vehicle slowly drove towards the research institute.

The office building of the Biology Department.

"Professor Qian, you haven't left yet?"

In the office, an elderly professor with gray hair was reading a document while wearing reading glasses. Hearing the sound, he looked up and adjusted his glasses.

"Xiao Ling, what brings you here?"

"I need something from you." Ling Luo didn't stand on ceremony and stated her purpose directly.

"Tell me, which of my treasures have you taken a fancy to this time?" Professor Qian said with a smile.

"Do you still have that batch of snake oil you made before?"

Professor Qian was taken aback, then suddenly realized: "Oh, you mean that skincare stuff? Yes, I have a few bottles here. What's wrong? You used to dislike these things, didn't you?"

As he spoke, he took out several simple white porcelain bottles from a locked cabinet.

"I'm in a relationship, and my partner likes me."

"You're in a relationship?" Upon hearing this, Professor Qian almost dropped the small bottle he had taken out.

"Not bad, kid. You were gone for a few months and came back with a wife. That's pretty good, very efficient."

As Professor Qian spoke, ignoring Ling Luo's beaming smile, he opened the cabinet and pulled out a few more bottles:

"Here, take this for your wife. That snake oil is all-natural and effective, but the smell isn't very pleasant. This one is rose-flavored, with a delicate fragrance..."

"It's alright," Ling Luo took both and carefully put them into her backpack. "He shouldn't mind."

Professor Qian looked at him and suddenly laughed: "You rascal, you used to be like an ascetic, but now you know how to care for people."

Ling Luo was unusually embarrassed, and her ears turned slightly red.

"Let's go, Professor Qian, you should get some rest too."

"Go ahead, go ahead."

……

One o'clock in the morning.

Lucheng Apartment.

Ling Luo opened the door quietly.

Only a dim floor lamp was left on in the living room, casting a soft, warm light.

He spotted the person curled up on the sofa immediately.

Gu Yang was only covered by a thin blanket, curled up in a small ball, hugging a pillow in his arms, sleeping very restlessly, his brows tightly furrowed.

Seeing this, Ling Luo frowned. This kid didn't even know to go back to his room to sleep.

He shook his head, walked over, bent down, and tried to carry the person back to the room.

As soon as they touched Gu Yang, the person in their arms stirred and uttered a few indistinct murmurs.

"You bastard...you big liar..."

Ling Luo paused, both amused and exasperated.

He picked up Gu Yang and gently placed him on the large bed in the bedroom, then carefully covered him with a blanket.

After doing all this, Ling Luo took the box out of her backpack.

One of them was a small porcelain bottle containing rose oil and snake oil, placed on the bedside table.

The other was a velvet box containing the pair of rings, which he had locked in a cabinet in his study.

After doing all this, she gently lay down, reached out and pulled Gu Yang into her arms, then placed a very light kiss on Gu Yang's furrowed brow.

Goodnight, my Yangbao.