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

Gu Ruanxing sat down on the sofa, crossed her arms, and adopted a posture of watching a good show.

Jiang Yichen was too lazy to waste words.

He put down his coffee and walked straight to the recording equipment area.

This top-of-the-line recording studio is fully equipped.

It might be a bit unfamiliar to the original owner, but as a producer in his previous life, he was naturally very familiar with these things.

Pushing open the clipper, my fingertips precisely navigated the dense array of knobs, adjusting the parameters.

The entire operation was performed smoothly and without any awkwardness.

Gu Ruanxing raised an eyebrow as she watched his actions.

When did this kid learn all this?

Jiang Yichen didn't care what she thought. He casually picked up a wooden guitar hanging on the wall, pulled over a high stool, sat down, and adjusted the microphone.

With her fair, slender fingers and distinct knuckles, she gently plucked the strings, and several crisp chords flowed out.

Jiang Yichen closed his eyes and tried to find his emotions.

After a few short breaths, he opened his eyes.

Plucking the strings.

A slightly melancholic and poignant prelude instantly resonated throughout the recording studio.

Gu Ruanxing's previously nonchalant expression also slightly changed.

Just this prelude... seems to have some substance.

Xu Zhiyou, standing to the side, cupped her cheeks in her hands, her large eyes filled with anticipation as she stared intently at Jiang Yichen.

Jiang Yichen approached the microphone, parted his lips slightly, and a clear yet magnetic voice flowed out.

"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—"

"The fan opens and closes, the gongs and drums sound and then fall silent—"

"The emotions within the play, the people outside the play—who can say—"

The lyrics are simple, just four lines, but paired with Jiang Yichen's expressive singing style.

A lonely figure on the stage is instantly sketched out.

Gu Ruanxing stared in disbelief at the man on the high stool.

Is this Jiang Yichen?

Isn't all he knows how to sing those old, worn-out opera excerpts?!

Xu Zhiyou's eyes were sparkling, and the little deer in her heart was about to break down the fence.

That sounds amazing! And he looks so cool!

She was absolutely captivated by his focused and attentive demeanor!

Jiang Yichen's singing continued, while the guitar accompaniment gradually became more urgent.

"Accustomed to infusing all emotions—joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness—"

"What does it matter if the lyrics are sung to death? White bones and green ashes are all me—"

"In this chaotic world, like duckweed adrift, I can only watch as flames of war engulf the land."

"Though my position is humble, I dare not forget my duty to the nation, even if no one knows me—"

The moment those four lines of lyrics came out, the atmosphere in the entire recording studio changed!

The original sorrow instantly turned into tragedy!

Gu Ruanxing felt a chill run down her spine!

Though I am of humble status, I dare not forget my duty to the country, even if no one knows me.

He wrote these lyrics? Are you kidding me!

However, at that moment, Jiang Yichen took a deep breath.

The powerful and penetrating operatic singing burst forth!

"The audience walked by, their faces no longer visible—"

"On stage, someone sings a heartbreaking farewell song—"

"The word 'love' is hard to put into words—"

"She must sing with blood in response—"

"The curtain rises, the curtain falls, who are the guests—"

Gu Ruanxing froze on the spot, her mind blank.

What... what kind of singing style is this?!

Pop music can actually incorporate elements of Peking Opera?!

And the transition was so smooth, without any sense of incongruity!

That high-pitched, piercing opera singing, carrying a poignant yet resolute power, struck her heart hard!

So this is what he meant by "not performing opera"!

He didn't abandon traditional opera; he simply...infused it into pop music!

Xu Zhiyou opened her mouth wide in surprise, covering it tightly with both hands, afraid that she would scream!

They've gone mad! They've really gone mad!

This man is glowing! He's really glowing!

I love it so much!!!

Jiang Yichen closed his eyes, completely immersed in the singing.

The original owner's opera skills, honed over a decade of rigorous training through the coldest winters and hottest summers, were perfectly unleashed at this moment.

His ability to switch between true and falsetto voice is masterful!

"One act ends, another begins—"

"Do not mock romantic plays, do not laugh at people's absurdity—"

"We have asked about the changing times, and we have sung the praises of rise and fall with resounding voices—"

"The Tao is without emotion, yet the Tao is full of emotion; how can one fathom it—"

After singing the last line.

Jiang Yichen's fingers swept heavily across the strings.

The lingering notes echoed in the recording studio for a long time.

He put down his guitar, stood up, walked to the mixing console, and turned off the equipment with swift and decisive movements.

The recording studio was very quiet.

Neither Gu Ruanxing nor Xu Zhiyou spoke.

The two were still immersed in the powerful melody and operatic singing, unable to extricate themselves.

Jiang Yichen picked up the iced Americano from the table.

I bit the straw and took a sip.

The cold, bitter liquid flowed down my throat.

He turned his head and looked at Gu Ruanxing, who was still standing frozen in place.

"Miss Gu."

"Could this song of mine possibly catch your eye?"

Gu Ruanxing's throat bobbed, her eyes still filled with disbelief.

As the heiress of Star Entertainment, she certainly has an eye for music.

Therefore, she was very clear about the value of this song.

"you……"

Gu Ruanxing opened her mouth, only to find that her throat was a little dry.

"This song."

"Did you really write this?"

Jiang Yichen raised an eyebrow: "Otherwise what? You've heard of it?"

Gu Ruanxing took a deep breath.

I forcibly suppressed the excitement in my heart.

"it is good."

"very good."

"Jiang Yichen, you've been hiding your true intentions well!"

"With a song of this caliber, why didn't you bring it out sooner?"

"If you had just handed it over earlier, would you have ended up in such a miserable state these past three years?"

In her opinion, even though there are no songs of this type on the market right now, with the quality of this song, if it is managed well, it would be an injustice if it didn't become a hit!

Just thinking about the scene when Lin Qinghe heard Jiang Yichen sing this song.

Gu Ruanxing felt completely refreshed.

Xu Zhiyou, who was standing to the side, finally came to her senses.

She jogged up to Jiang Yichen, her fair cheeks flushed with excitement.

"Jiang Yichen, you sang so well!"

"Your singing of that opera passage in the middle was absolutely amazing!"

Xu Zhiyou didn't hold back her praise, her eyes filled with admiration.

Jiang Yichen was a little helpless at her straightforward praise, and just smiled faintly.

"Thanks."

But even that slight smile made Xu Zhiyou's heart skip a beat.

She quickly lowered her head to hide her embarrassment.

"So... what's the name of this song?"

Jiang Yichen uttered two words softly.

"The Red-Haired Girl".