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

The next morning.

Star Entertainment Headquarters, 17th Floor Conference Room.

Jiang Yichen sat in a black leather swivel chair, flipping through the newly printed profit-sharing contract.

The terms were clear, and the profit-sharing ratio was indeed as Gu Ruanxing had stated.

And most importantly, they still hold the copyright to the work.

It can be said to be full of sincerity.

Sitting opposite me was Wang Xu, the director of the music department at Xingchen Entertainment.

Wang Xu was a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and looking refined and cultured.

He picked up the coffee on the table, took a sip, and looked at Jiang Yichen's handsome face.

He watched "The Voice of Heaven" last night.

This kid's looks and that song "Red-Clad Ladies" make him an absolute cash cow.

"Mr. Jiang, please take a look at the terms of the contract. The profit-sharing ratio is thirty percent."

"This was specially approved by President Gu. It's impossible for a newcomer to get this percentage."

Wang Xu put down his coffee cup, leaned forward slightly, and adopted a sincere and open posture.

"However, our company also values ​​your talent."

"I wonder if Mr. Jiang would be interested in officially signing with our Starry Sky Entertainment?"

"As long as you nod your head, the company will definitely allocate resources to promote you."

Jiang Yichen looked away from the contract.

He closed the file and twirled the pen in his hand twice.

Sign a contract?

He has no such plans right now.

Once you sign a full contract, you're essentially selling yourself to the company.

From now on, what songs I sing, what gigs I accept, and even my daily schedule will all be arranged by the company.

In his previous life, he was a music producer who was used to freedom and couldn't stand this kind of constraint.

What's more, he has the entire world's entertainment treasure trove in his mind.

If you work independently, all the profits are yours; why work for capitalists?

"Director Wang, thank you for the company's kindness."

"However, I'm used to being a carefree person, so I haven't considered signing a management contract yet."

Jiang Yichen pushed the contract in front of Wang Xu and signed his name on the last page.

Wang Xu frowned slightly.

This kid is really ungrateful.

Countless people would kill to get into Star Entertainment, yet he refused them outright.

But considering the special care that Miss Gu Ruanxing has shown Jiang Yichen.

Wang Xu suppressed his dissatisfaction.

Since the young lady hasn't said she'd force him to sign, he, as a department director, naturally wouldn't risk offending her.

"Since Mr. Jiang has his own plans, we won't force him."

"There are two copies of this contract. Please keep them safe."

"The recording studio is all set, the arrangement team is waiting for you, and we can start recording at any time."

Wang Xu stood up and extended his hand.

Jiang Yichen stood up and shook hands with him.

"It's a pleasure working with you."

......

That afternoon.

Recording Studio A, 17th Floor, Star Entertainment Headquarters.

Jiang Yichen stood in front of the microphone.

He was wearing listening headphones and his eyes were slightly closed.

It took less than three hours.

The official studio version of "Red Silk" has been recorded.

The entire process went so smoothly that the external music arrangement team was astonished.

Once music director Wang Xu received the master tapes, he immediately arranged for the publicity and distribution department to release them across all channels.

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

"Red-Clad" has officially launched on major mainstream music platforms such as Tencent Music and NetEase Cloud Music.

Star Entertainment's marketing and promotional machinery is running at full speed.

Splash screen recommendations, homepage banners, and popular playlists.

Resources were poured in.

This coincides with the terrifying level of attention that has been building up across the internet in the past few days.

The new song was released just half an hour ago.

The number of comments immediately exceeded 10,000.

An hour later.

"Red-Clad" stormed into the top ten of the new song charts on major music platforms with an overbearing attitude!

The data is still skyrocketing.

"Finally, the official version is out! Time to put it on repeat!"

"The sound quality is amazing, the opera singing is top-notch!"

"Jiang Yichen's voice is a gift from heaven!"

This wave that swept across the entire internet also reached a quiet corner of the city.

In a luxury apartment, a small nightlight casts a warm yellow glow.

Lin Qinghe leaned against the headboard, her legs curled up under the covers, holding her phone in her hands.

The video playing on the screen is the official studio version of Jiang Yichen's "Red-Clad Lament" music video.

In the video, Jiang Yichen is wearing a black suit and standing in the center of the stage.

The light shone down, revealing a calm and composed expression on his handsome face.

This was no longer the man who was cautious in front of her, whose eyes always carried a hint of ingratiation and unease.

"As the play unfolds, the water sleeves rise and fall—"

"Singing of joys and sorrows, of partings and reunions, it has nothing to do with me—"

Lin Qinghe stared at the man on the screen who was both familiar and unfamiliar, but another image involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

It was a rainy night. Jiang Yichen held a handwritten sheet music and excitedly told her that it was his best work, but she interrupted him:

"Yichen, can you please stop being so stubborn? Wake up! Nobody has an audience for this stuff, and no company will want you."

She still remembers how his eyes dimmed instantly, as if all the light had been drained from them.

The results of it?

In the music video, the Peking opera style suddenly bursts in during the chorus.

That incredibly penetrating voice, even through a small phone screen, still sent a shiver down her spine.

She knows everything that has happened these past few days.

The song "Red-Haired Girl" became a huge hit, and Chen Yaohua and Cai Yong joined forces to suppress it, but they were defeated by Li Guochun's Weibo post. Now, the new song has topped the charts...

Jiang Yichen went from being a nobody in a fourth-tier city to becoming a name that everyone is talking about.

As it turned out, she was wrong.

Jiang Yichen's persistence is meaningful.

And myself.

As his ex-girlfriend, she didn't give him enough support and trust.

Lin Qinghe couldn't help but smile bitterly.

At the end of the music video, Jiang Yichen put down the microphone and bowed slightly.

The image freezes.

The latest top comment reads: "I used to think that traditional opera was far removed from me, but after listening to this song, I realized that opera singing can be so beautiful."

There are more than 10,000 replies below.

Lin Qinghe's thumb remained on the screen, without swiping down.

She stared at the comment for a few seconds.

Then I turned off my phone.

The screen went dark, and the room was once again filled with a dull silence.

Lin Qinghe placed her phone face down on the bed, leaned back against the pillow, and closed her eyes.

My chest feels incredibly tight.

It's hard to describe what it tastes like.

It wasn't all regret.

I just feel bored.

It's so boring.

She took a deep breath and rubbed her temples.

Just then, my phone vibrated.

Lin Qinghe picked it up and glanced at it.

It was a WeChat message from Chen Yu.

Although this hypocrite had cursed Lin Qinghe countless times in private, he still pretended very well in front of Lin Qinghe, and his persona of a humble gentleman had not yet collapsed.

"Qinghe, have you been busy lately? You seem to be in a bad mood these past few days."

Lin Qinghe looked at the message but did not reply immediately.

The phone screen displays Chen Yu's profile picture, a photo of him smiling in profile in front of a piano.

Very clean, very artistic.

A few seconds later, another message popped up.

"I recently opened a small bar in the west of the city and found a great location. It's quiet and perfect for relaxing."

"Would you like to come out for a while? Just to clear your head."

Lin Qinghe's finger hovered over the top of the screen for a long while.

She is indeed annoying.

These past few days, my mind has been filled with all sorts of random thoughts.

She bit her lip and typed a few words.

"Okay, send me your location."