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In December, a cold wave swept through Xinghai City.

Inside the villa on the hillside, the heating was on full blast. Lin Yan, wrapped in a cashmere blanket, sat cross-legged on the leather sofa, his thumbs practically smoking the joysticks of his PS5 controller.

On the screen, the scene from "Black Myth" is flickering, and the monkey he controls is locked in a fierce battle with the Boss.

On the coffee table, Shen Qingqiu's phone kept buzzing, and the caller ID clearly displayed the words: "Vice President Wang of the Chinese Golden Melody Awards Organizing Committee".

This is the eighth phone call I've received today.

"Really not going to answer?" Shen Qingqiu, dressed in fluffy loungewear, leaned against the sofa with a cup of hot milk, looking at Lin Yan with a helpless expression.

"I don't have time to answer." Lin Yan didn't even lift his eyelids, wishing he had an extra hand. "If this damn monkey can't pass the test today, I won't leave the house even if the Heavenly King himself comes."

Shen Qingqiu sighed, swiped his long fingers to answer the call, and casually turned on speakerphone.

"Oh my goodness! My dear Shen, my dear Aunt Shen! The call finally went through!"

As soon as the call connected, Wang Pangzi's wailing, choked with sobs, came from the other end, accompanied by static from the walkie-talkie and chaotic shouts in the background.

"Where's Director Lin? Is he there to save us?"

"I'm playing video games," Shen Qingqiu said calmly, taking a sip of milk.

"With the situation so dire, why are you playing games?!" Fatty Wang completely lost his temper. "The Golden Melody Awards ceremony is tomorrow night! Half of the Chinese entertainment industry is on their way. If your Qingqiu Studio doesn't come, this red carpet could stretch all the way to the crematorium!"

It's not an exaggeration on Wang Pangzi's part.

In previous years, record labels would fight tooth and nail for a single nomination at the Golden Melody Awards. But this year, the music scene has completely changed. Because of Lin Yan alone, she has turned the tables.

"Blue and White Porcelain," "The Wind Rises," "Later," "Love You," "Ten Thousand Frontiers," plus "The Actor" written for Xue Zhiqian... Eight of the top ten songs on this year's annual music chart were written, composed, and arranged by Lin Yan.

There's even a trending topic online now suggesting that this year's Chinese Golden Melody Awards should just be renamed "Lin Yan's Year-End Performance Report Conference."

"Lin Yan said he doesn't want to go." Shen Qingqiu glanced at the man who was still fighting to the death with the Boss and relayed the message ruthlessly.

"No way! We can discuss the appearance fee! Ten million? Twenty million? As long as Lin Shen is willing to show up, you can name your price!" Fatty Wang was so anxious he was jumping up and down. If Lin Yan doesn't come tomorrow night, the ratings will definitely plummet, and the sponsors will twist his head off and use it as a football.

"It's really not about the money."

Lin Yan's hand slipped, and the monkey on the screen was sent flying by the Boss's staff, with a huge "noob" character shoved in its face.

He tossed aside the controller, grabbed the iced cola on the table, took a swig, and lazily shouted into the phone, "President Wang, it's not that I'm not giving you face. It's been minus eight degrees Celsius in Xinghai City these past few days, and you guys insisted on holding this outdoor red carpet event. I'm naturally afraid of the cold; even a dog wouldn't go out in the dead of winter wearing a thin suit against the cold wind."

Fatty Wang was stunned, and stammered, "This...walking the outdoor red carpet is the tradition every year. Everyone just endures it for the sake of looking handsome or beautiful, right? Lin Shen, you're now the face of the Chinese music scene, all the spotlights are on you..."

"What, does the spotlight have to do with warmth or something?" Lin Yan interrupted the spellcasting without hesitation. "I'm not going. I'd rather stay home and have some delicious hot pot with the time I'm freezing. Alright, Lao Wang, if there are a lot of trophies tomorrow night, just find SF Express to ship them to me for free. I'll pay for the postage."

After saying that, Lin Yan stretched out his long arm, pressed the hang-up button, and slumped back onto the sofa like a salted fish.

When Fatty Wang heard the busy tone on the other end of the phone, he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

A trophy with free shipping via SF Express? Cash on delivery? Do you think the Golden Melody Awards are some kind of wholesale market in Yiwu?!

"You really aren't going?" Shen Qingqiu put down her milk glass and sat down next to Lin Yan.

"No way, I'd rather freeze to death as a live target." Lin Yan shifted to a more comfortable position, propping her legs up on the coffee table. "Those celebrities, just to get a few flashes of light, their lips turn purple from the cold and they still have to force a fake smile. What's the point? Isn't bed nice and cozy?"

Seeing his stubbornness, Shen Qingqiu wasn't angry; instead, she couldn't help but laugh.

She knew Lin Yan too well. He was stubborn and wouldn't listen to reason, and deep down he harbored an extremely malicious desire to cause trouble. Not let him go? Fine, she'd have to find a different approach.

"Xiao Zhang, bring the things in." Shen Qingqiu suddenly shouted towards the door.

The door was pushed open, and Assistant Zhang walked in, panting, dragging two huge dust bags. The bags were bulging, looking like they contained two little pigs.

"What is this thing?" Lin Yan raised an eyebrow.

Shen Qingqiu stood up and zipped up the dust bag with a "whoosh".

Two incredibly thick military overcoats, thick enough to stand upright on the ground, were exposed to the air!

It has a classic military green exterior, and inside it is made of thick, top-quality Tan wool, with a full circle of genuine fox fur collar that is extremely windproof.

This is definitely not a cheap workwear item that costs tens of dollars on the market. Instead, it is a "custom-made Chinese military coat" that Shen Qingqiu found an Italian tailor to replicate overnight using the highest quality thermal insulation materials!

With this level of wind resistance and warmth, it would be more than enough to wear to Siberia and have a snowball fight with bears.

"Holy crap, this coat..." Lin Yan sat up straight, his eyes lighting up instantly.

"I had them made overnight. They're made entirely of top-quality wool, and each one weighs four pounds." Shen Qingqiu casually picked one up and draped it over his shoulders.

The once aloof, elegant, and otherworldly female CEO suddenly gained a relaxed, down-to-earth charm, like a pretty village housewife.

"Aren't you afraid of the cold?" Shen Qingqiu looked at him. "How about we wear this to the red carpet?"

Lin Yan was stunned.

A scene instantly flashed through his mind: Tomorrow night, the temperature would be minus eight degrees Celsius. Those female celebrities in backless, deep-V evening gowns would be freezing like quails in the wind, while he and Shen Qingqiu, each wrapped in a four-pound military overcoat, would be tucked in their hands, their breath steaming in the cold air, swaggering down the red carpet…

That scene was a million times more exciting than beating Black Myth!

"Boss, you understand me better and better now."

Lin Yan rubbed his hands together vigorously, and the raging fire of mischief reignited in the salted fish's eyes.

"I have to go! I absolutely have to go tomorrow night! If I don't walk this red carpet, I'll wake up in the middle of the night and slap myself twice!"

Shen Qingqiu smiled, pursing her lips. She knew this trick would always work.

"Xiao Zhang!" Lin Yan waved his hand, immediately switching into action and issuing the battle order, "Go to the supermarket now and buy me ten pounds of caramel-flavored sunflower seeds!"

"Tomorrow night, let's give the Chinese entertainment industry a little shock."