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Lin Yan searched the kitchen thoroughly, but found nothing.

"Boss, you promised meals and lodging included, where's the food?"

Shen Qingqiu held her phone, remaining silent.

A moment later, she put away her phone, her expression returning to its usual cool and aloof demeanor.

Are you hungry?

"My chest is pressed against my back." Lin Yan rubbed his stomach.

He's only had a glass of water since this morning, and he feels like he could swallow a whole cow.

"Okay. Wait a moment."

Shen Qingqiu turned and walked towards the open kitchen, her back ramrod straight.

Lin Yan returned to the living room sofa and slumped down, somewhat expectant.

A woman who can live in such a big villa must have excellent ingredients in her kitchen.

Australian Wagyu beef? Premium seafood?

Even if you're just making noodles, you should at least add two abalones.

Ten minutes passed.

A sound of rummaging through drawers and cabinets came from the kitchen.

Then came the dull thud of a heavy object hitting the ground.

The faucet suddenly gushed out a piercing stream of water.

Lin Yan peeked over and saw Shen Qingqiu staring blankly at a double-door smart refrigerator.

The refrigerator was crammed with various premium sparkling water and face masks from sponsors, as well as a few shriveled tomatoes whose age was hard to tell.

"Boss, do you not know how to cook?" Lin Yan asked tentatively.

Shen Qingqiu's body stiffened slightly.

She turned to look at him: "Who said I can't?"

"Then what are you going to do with that bag of raw noodles that hasn't even been unwrapped? Are you just going to eat it dry?" Lin Yan pointed to her right hand.

Shen Qingqiu looked down.

She paused for two seconds, then quietly stuffed the noodles back into the cupboard.

Shen Qingqiu's tone was stiff.

"I usually eat at the studio, so I don't cook much."

"Understood."

Lin Yan sighed and resignedly stood up.

"The capitalist's kitchen is always a showroom. Give me your phone, let's order takeout."

Shen Qingqiu frowned: "Takeout is unhealthy."

"I'm starving, and you're talking to me about health?"

Lin Yan grabbed the phone that Shen Qingqiu had placed on the kitchen counter.

"password."

"My birthday."

"How would I know when your birthday is?" Lin Yan rolled her eyes.

Shen Qingqiu choked.

She reached out, entered the password, and unlocked the device.

Lin Yan performed a series of actions.

Half an hour later, the villa doorbell rang.

A serving of Northeast-style stewed goose in an iron pot, enough to feed four strong adult men, plus two servings of braised pork slices, one serving of stir-fried potatoes, green peppers, and eggplant, plus a whole pot of rice.

The coffee table was covered with lunch boxes.

The rich aroma of soy sauce instantly filled this living room, which is full of postmodern minimalist art.

Shen Qingqiu frowned slightly as she looked at the large bowl of steaming goose bubbling with chili oil on the coffee table: "You're eating this?"

"This is the kind of food humans should eat."

Lin Yan broke apart the disposable chopsticks and filled a large bowl with rice.

He picked up a piece of goose meat soaked in broth and put it in his mouth.

The aroma of meat is irresistible, and the carbohydrates are bursting.

After being a fake idol at Xingyao for three years, eating boiled chicken breast every day, he was already completely fed up with the taste of food.

Shen Qingqiu sat opposite him, holding a cup of coffee, completely dumbfounded.

Fifteen minutes.

For a full fifteen minutes, Lin Yan didn't look up.

I ate my first bowl of rice, along with half a basin of goose meat.

The second bowl of rice was half empty, along with the braised pork slices.

The third bowl of rice, mixed with the broth from the stir-fried potatoes, eggplant, and green peppers, was scraped clean.

When Lin Yan put down his chopsticks and let out a loud burp, the lunchbox on the table was already empty.

Shen Qingqiu put down his coffee cup and glanced at his watch.

"Are you full?"

"I'm about 70% full, that's alright." Lin Yan pulled out a tissue to wipe her mouth.

Shen Qingqiu paused for a moment, then swallowed back the words of his complaint.

She ate her entire month's worth of carbohydrates in one meal, and that's what you call being 70% full?

"Now that you've eaten, let's get down to business. Follow me."

She stood up and walked towards the double solid wood door at the end of the first floor.

Lin Yan followed, slipping on her slippers.

Pushing open the door reveals a huge space of over 200 square meters.

The walls have all been treated with top-quality sound absorption.

In the very center was a large worktable with three monitors mounted on it.

On the left is a fully enclosed glass recording studio, inside which stands a microphone that looks quite expensive.

The right side is filled with various musical instruments: guitars, basses, drum kits, and even a Steinway grand piano.

"Top-notch acoustic setup, complete SSL analog console, and custom-made ATC monitor speakers."

Shen Qingqiu patted the edge of the worktable.

"The equipment here cost over 15 million yuan in total. There are no more than three personal recording studios in China that can meet this standard."

She turned to look at Lin Yan.

No musician can remain calm when they see this equipment.

She wanted to see the young man's reaction.

However, Lin Yan only glanced at the machines with flashing indicator lights.

His gaze passed over the worktable and landed directly on a huge beanbag chair placed against the wall.

He walked over and reached out to press the sofa cushion.

"Boss, can I lie down on this sofa?" Lin Yan asked, turning his head.

Shen Qingqiu was somewhat exasperated.

"This is for resting; you can lie down if you want. The important thing is these facilities..."

"And this TV," Lin Yan said, pointing to the 100-inch laser TV hanging on the wall, "can it connect to a game console?"

Shen Qingqiu was completely speechless.

"Lin Yan," her tone turned cold, "do you even know what situation you're in right now?"

"The plight of a paid but unemployed person," Lin Yan said, shrugging confidently.

Shen Qingqiu was so angry he laughed.

"The legal department of Star Glory Entertainment is not to be trifled with. They may be embarrassed by your song 'Sorrow' today, but they'll find other excuses to mess with you tomorrow."

"Copyright, breach of contract penalties, or even smearing your private life."

"The filth in the entertainment industry runs much deeper than you imagine."

She approached Lin Yan and stared at him.

"You have talent, but if you don't immediately record and release a single to convert your popularity into real industry standing, you could be blacklisted and wiped out completely!"

"Those two songs need to be recorded as soon as possible. I'll have the team come up with the promotional plan tonight."

"We will record the official version of the audio this week and put it on the charts."

Faced with the aggressive boss, Lin Yan did not back down.

"Mr. Shen, have you forgotten something?"

Lin Yan said slowly.

"It's clearly stated in the contract that my creative work is not mandated by the company. I'm guaranteed a minimum of ten million a year, and whether I work or not is entirely voluntary."

"You..." Shen Qingqiu was speechless.

"Don't get angry. I didn't say I wouldn't record it."

Lin Yan waved his hand.

"I've already written the sheet music and lyrics for 'Once Upon a Time' and 'Sorrow' and sent them to you on WeChat. I've already registered the copyright."

"As for the recording..."

He glanced at the sky outside.

"I'm too tired today, and I just ate too much, so my throat isn't feeling well. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

After saying that, Lin Yan stood up, stretched, and strolled out the door.

"By the way, boss, the bed in my room is nice, but the pillows are too hard. Could you replace them with latex pillows tomorrow?"

"Lin Yan!" Shen Qingqiu clenched her fingers behind her back.

"Thanks, boss! I'm going to take a nap now!"

The sound came from the bedroom at the end of the corridor, followed by the crisp sound of the door closing.

Shen Qingqiu stood in the multi-million dollar recording studio, looking at the empty doorway.

She suddenly suspected that she had signed with the wrong person.

Is this guy really just using this place as a place to freeload meals?

She took out her phone and glanced at WeChat.

There were indeed two documents above.

Upon opening, you'll find detailed lyrics, music scores, and even clearly marked instruments and track directions needed for the arrangement.

After watching for a while, Shen Qingqiu's anger gradually subsided.

"What a monster," she murmured.

With this sheet music and his voice, it's only a matter of time before it sweeps all the charts once it's recorded.

"Ding-dong."

A new message popped up on WeChat.

Old Li: [Girl, where is that little monster you mentioned? I happen to be going to Xinghai City tomorrow, maybe I can meet him?]

Shen Qingqiu paused for a moment after looking at the message.

Mr. Li is a leading figure in the Chinese music industry and the chief person in charge of a national-level music project.

If he makes a move, let alone one Star Glory Entertainment, even ten Star Glory Entertainments combined wouldn't be enough to defeat him.

Shen Qingqiu's fingers flew across the keyboard as he typed.

[Teacher, he's in my studio. You're welcome to come anytime, even tomorrow.]

After sending the message, she glanced at Lin Yan's tightly closed door.

Salted fish, right?

I wonder if you'll still be able to stay in bed when Old Li comes to visit tomorrow.