After being dumped by the diva, I was picked up by her arch-enemy.

West of the city.

Tingzhuxuan Private Kitchen.

The decor here is very classical, with Xiangfei bamboo planted on both sides of the corridor and a faint sandalwood fragrance in the air.

There is no noisy lobby, only private rooms with excellent privacy.

Chen Yu arrived early.

He sat in a grand chair by the window, wearing a well-tailored white shirt with the top two buttons undone, revealing his collarbone just right.

He was wearing a limited edition Richard Miller watch on his wrist.

On the table was an exquisite set of purple clay teaware, with wisps of white steam billowing from the spout.

He picked up the small teacup, brought it to his lips, and took a sip.

The tea is slightly bitter, but has a very sweet aftertaste.

A confident smile curved Chen Yu's lips.

As the most popular new generation songwriter in the current music scene, he has every reason to be proud.

A song I wrote casually can be so popular that second- or third-tier female singers are fighting over it.

She even went so far as to climb into his bed.

But he had long been tired of those ordinary, vulgar women.

The only person he's interested in right now is Lin Qinghe.

That popular actress who has always maintained a cool and aloof image in the entertainment industry.

He pursued her for over half a year, but she always maintained a polite distance from him.

But this only fueled Chen Yu's desire to conquer.

He found out that Lin Qinghe finally broke up with her good-for-nothing boyfriend of three years yesterday.

This means that the last line of defense is gone.

He invited Lin Qinghe out today, intending to take advantage of her vulnerability and win over this unattainable beauty.

The sound of high heels clicking on the wooden floor echoed down the hallway.

Chen Yu immediately put down his teacup.

She stood up and straightened the hem of her clothes.

His face quickly switched to that gentle, harmless gentlemanly smile.

The door to the private room was pushed open.

Lin Qinghe walked in wearing a black mask and large sunglasses.

"Qinghe, you've arrived."

Chen Yu immediately went to greet her and very gentlemanly pulled out a chair for her.

Lin Qinghe took off her mask and sunglasses and placed them on the table.

"Sorry, there was a traffic jam on the way."

She wore a beige turtleneck sweater dress today.

Her long hair was casually draped over her shoulders.

Although she wore light makeup, her complexion still looked somewhat pale.

A hint of weariness was hidden in his eyes.

Chen Yu's gaze swept quickly over her.

next second.

The smile on his face froze.

As a seasoned veteran who has been through countless battles with women.

He immediately sensed something was wrong.

Lin Qinghe's walking posture... is very strange!

It's only a few steps from the entrance to the chair.

However, her walking posture was very unnatural.

The legs seemed to be trying their best to come together, but for some reason they could not be completely closed.

With each step he took, his brow would furrow almost imperceptibly.

Especially when she sits down.

The movements were very slow.

The moment my waist and hips touched the chair surface, my body stiffened noticeably for a moment.

Chen Yu understood instantly.

A surge of anger rushed to his head.

He was screaming wildly in his mind.

You filthy bitch! You always act like a virtuous and chaste woman in front of me!

Even when eating, we have to sit half a table apart.

As a result, he was secretly sabotaged to the point that he could barely walk!

Who did this?!

Is it that good-for-nothing Jiang Yichen who just broke up with his girlfriend?

Or did she sleep with some powerful businessman to get resources?!

Chen Yu felt a tightness in his chest.

Jealousy and humiliation made him clench his hands tightly at his sides.

The veins on the back of his hand were bulging.

But he is, after all, a person who is extremely good at disguising himself.

In less than three seconds, he forcibly suppressed the sinister look in his eyes.

He put his concerned expression back on.

"Qinghe, why do you look so pale?"

"Are you sick?"

As Chen Yu spoke, he naturally reached out to touch Lin Qinghe's forehead.

Lin Qinghe saw the outstretched hand and instinctively leaned back to avoid it.

"I'm fine."

"I probably didn't sleep well last night and I've caught a bit of a cold."

Lin Qinghe spoke calmly, offering no further explanation.

Chen Yu's hand froze in mid-air, but he withdrew it and picked up the purple clay teapot to pour her a cup of hot tea.

He poured a steaming cup of tea and gently pushed it in front of Lin Qinghe.

"If you have a cold, drink more hot tea."

"This is top-quality Da Hong Pao tea; it's good for warming the stomach."

"I'll order you some cordyceps and black chicken soup later, to help you recover properly."

Chen Yu's tone was so gentle it could melt hearts.

"Thank you." Lin Qinghe held the teacup with both hands.

Seeing that she didn't intend to speak, Chen Yu took out a black folder from his bag.

He gently pushed it in front of Lin Qinghe.

"Qinghe, this is a new song I wrote these past few days."

"Take a look."

Chen Yu leaned forward slightly, his eyes becoming affectionate.

"I know you're working on a new album and want a hit song that could win a major award."

"I tailored this song and music entirely to your voice and temperament."

Lin Qinghe put down her teacup and opened the folder.

Song title: "Rain and Mist".

Her gaze swept across the musical staff; the melody was melodious and continuous, and the emotional progression in the chorus was also very well done.

The lyrics are ornate and use a lot of imagery from classical Chinese poetry.

In today's music market, it would definitely be a top-rated ancient-style song with the potential to dominate the charts.

"How is it?"

Seeing Lin Qinghe staring blankly at the sheet music, Chen Yu couldn't help but ask her a question.

A hint of smugness crept into his tone.

Lin Qinghe came to her senses.

Close the folder.

"very nice."

"The lyrics are beautifully written, and the melody is catchy; it's a great song."

She gave a very objective evaluation.

Chen Yu's smile widened.

"As long as you like it."

"If you're willing to sing it, I'll give you the copyright to this song directly, without charging you a penny."

Lin Qinghe shook her head.

"This is against the rules; it should be calculated according to the proper procedures."

Chen Yu did not force him.

"Okay, whatever you say."

He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and his eyes gleamed.

"But Qinghe."

"I heard you said yesterday..."

Chen Yu deliberately dragged out his words, carefully observing Lin Qinghe's expression.

"You broke up with Jiang Yichen?"

Lin Qinghe's hand holding the teacup tightened slightly, her fingertips turning white.

"Um."

She did not deny it.

Chen Yu sighed heavily, putting on a heartbroken expression.

"Actually, I've wanted to advise you for a long time. That Jiang Yichen is not good enough for you at all."

Lin Qinghe remained silent and did not speak.

"Breaking up with him at this crucial juncture is absolutely the wisest choice you could make..."

As Chen Yu spoke, he tried to move closer to Lin Qinghe, his hand reaching out to comfort her on the shoulder, but she subtly brushed it away.

Throughout the meal, Chen Yu was attentive and attentive, but Lin Qinghe maintained her distance, seemingly no different from before their breakup.

Watching Lin Qinghe's departing figure, Chen Yu's eyes darkened completely.

His patience had run out.

Especially after discovering that the "white moonlight" he had been pursuing might not be the pure image he had imagined, his resentment and anger reached their peak.

However, he couldn't bear to give up on her just like that, because of her face and figure.

Since that's the case... he has no choice but to resort to some extreme measures.