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

During the time Lin Qinghe posted the updates, her agency called her countless times, asking her to delete them.

Even the company's CEO personally called her.

On the other end of the phone, Lin Qinghe listened quietly to President Zhang's roar.

"Lin Qinghe! Have you lost your mind?!"

"Do you even realize the huge public outcry your Weibo post has caused?!"

"What kind of person have you messed with? Do you have a death wish? Don't drag the company down with you!"

Lin Qinghe's tone was cold and indifferent, showing no sign of backing down.

"Mr. Zhang, Jiang Yichen is my friend."

"He is currently out of contact and his life could be in danger at any moment."

"Is there a problem with me seeking help from the public and the police?"

"Bullshit!" Mr. Zhang exclaimed in exasperation.

"Delete your Weibo post right now! Then issue a statement saying your account was hacked!"

"impossible."

Lin Qinghe refused outright.

"Lin Qinghe! Don't push your luck!"

"The company can elevate you to where you are today, but it can also wipe you out overnight!"

"This is your last warning. Delete this Weibo post within five minutes!"

"Otherwise, the company will immediately terminate all your commercial endorsements and suspend you indefinitely!"

Lin Qinghe's fingers, gripping the phone, turned slightly white.

She turned her head and looked out the window at the dazzling night view of Shanghai, a place she had worked hard to reach after many years of struggle.

After a moment, she softly uttered three words.

"Whatever."

...........

Finally, a message popped up in the dorm group chat.

Lin Qinghe quickly clicked on it.

Gu Ruanxing: "The person has been rescued and is safe."

Xu Zhiyou: "Thanks to your Weibo post, Qinghe, Bai Yanqiu only released the person because he was afraid things would escalate."

Lin Qinghe looked at the two messages.

My tense nerves finally relaxed completely.

Warm tears welled up in her eyes.

She quickly wiped away her tears and opened Weibo.

Edited a new post.

"Thank you all for your concern and help. My friend Jiang Yichen has been found safe and sound."

"Thank you to the Shanghai police, and thank you to all the netizens who helped share this."

May everyone be safe and sound.

Click send.

The comment section was instantly flooded with countless messages.

"That's great! It's good that everyone's alright!"

"Well done, Sister Qinghe! You dared to stand up at this crucial moment!"

"This really won me over; these are true friends!"

Lin Qinghe did not read the comments again.

She turned off her phone and buried her face in her arms.

As long as it's safe.

As long as it's safe.

..........

late at night.

A small Western-style building in the western suburbs of Shanghai.

Gu Ruanxing stood in the entryway, watching Jiang Yichen change his shoes and walk in.

She looked him up and down, her mouth moved, but she couldn't help herself.

"Are you hungry? There are some leftover noodles in the kitchen; you can heat them up and eat them."

Jiang Yichen glanced at her.

This was the first time Gu Ruanxing had offered to heat up his food.

"OK."

Gu Ruanxing turned around and quickly walked into the kitchen, turning on the gas stove.

After the water in the pot boiled, she threw in the noodles from the refrigerator and cracked an egg into it.

A few minutes later, a steaming bowl of soup noodles was served on the table.

The steam from the hot water rose and entered my nose.

Jiang Yichen sat down, picked up his chopsticks, and began to eat in silence.

He was really starving.

He stayed in that dilapidated chemical plant for almost two days, and the group of people only gave him half a bottle of mineral water and didn't even give him a bite to eat.

Gu Ruanxing sat opposite him, resting her chin on her hands, watching him eat.

It wasn't until Jiang Yichen finished the last sip of noodle soup that this happened.

Gu Ruanxing then spoke.

"Get a good night's sleep tonight. We can talk about everything else tomorrow."

She paused for a moment.

"What Bai family? With me here, no one can bully you."

The voice wasn't loud, but the tone was firm.

Jiang Yichen put down his chopsticks and looked at Gu Ruanxing.

"Thank you, Miss Gu."

Don't give me that.

Gu Ruanxing stood up, took the empty bowl, and walked into the kitchen with her back to him.

"Go take a shower and go to bed."

Her voice drifted out, her tail slightly curled upwards.

"The smell you give off is making my living room stink."

……

After taking a shower.

Jiang Yichen lay on the bed in the second-floor bedroom, staring at the ceiling.

The room was quiet, with only the occasional chirping of insects coming from outside the window.

He rolled over.

The marks from the medicated bandage on my wrist stung as I rubbed them against the sheets.

The pain completely pulled him out of the chaos of the day.

My mind started working.

He had only been in this world for a month or two at most.

The original plan was simple.

Using his memories from his past life, he copied a few songs, made some money, and lived a relaxed and comfortable life.

Do not compete or fight, and do not cause trouble.

Content with modest wealth, he lives a simple life, like a salted fish.

But now?

He was inexplicably targeted by a madman named Bai Yanqiu.

I was tied up for two days and almost got disfigured.

If Xu Zhiyou and Gu Ruanxing hadn't arrived in time, his face would probably have several permanent scars by now.

He remembered Bai Yanqiu's last words clearly.

"Let's see how long you can hide behind a woman. We'll see."

This means that the man surnamed Bai had no intention of letting the matter rest.

The reason they released him today was simply because of immense public pressure; they had no other choice.

Once the storm has passed, these kinds of people will definitely come knocking on your door again.

Jiang Yichen turned over, his gaze darkening.

He is not a saint.

She has never been one to passively accept whatever comes her way.

He was tied up for several days and bound to a rusty iron chair.

Hungry, thirsty, beaten with steel pipes, and had knives held to their faces.

This is an insult.

He can swallow it now, but he won't be able to eat it a second time.

Bai Yanqiu.

And then there's Chen Yu, who's been pulling strings behind the scenes.

He kept a detailed record of all the debts these two people owed him.

He doesn't deserve to be a man if he doesn't avenge this.

but.

Jiang Yichen took a deep breath.

Now is not the time for revenge.

Brute force won't be enough to defeat an opponent of the Bai family's caliber.

He needs greater influence, more resources, and a stronger voice.

The most urgent task now is...

Saturday.

The final of "The Voice of Heaven".

Jiang Yichen sat up and picked up his phone from the bedside table.

It's late Thursday night.

There are less than 48 hours left until the finals.

He already had the song he wanted to perform in the finals in mind.

The problem is that there's clearly no time to work on the arrangement of this song.

He stood up the two folk music teachers who had originally agreed to meet him, and the framework for the arrangement was never even touched.

There's simply not enough time to start making the accompaniment from scratch, hiring musicians, recording the tracks, and mixing the sound effects.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yichen picked up his phone and found the program director's WeChat.

He typed out a line of text.

Jiang Yichen: "Director, please arrange a grand piano for me. We don't need a band or accompaniment tapes for the finals."

About three minutes later, the director replied.

Director: "Are you sure? The final stage will only use one piano?"

Jiang Yichen: "Confirmed."