I was exposed for adding my female boss to my group of female friends.

"It feels like a dream," Jiang Xinhai said. "When I first met you, I never imagined that I would take the initiative to kiss you."

“I feel like I’m dreaming too,” Chen Ya laughed. “When I was a kid, I wrote in my notebook that I wanted to marry Jiang Xinhai. I never thought I would actually kiss you just now.”

"When you were little? How little? Did you really covet me when you were little?" Jiang Xinhai grabbed his hand and excitedly climbed onto the sofa, as if he wanted to hear a story.

"Uh, that happened when I was 15 or 6. It's not important."

"So you were after me from the very beginning, weren't you? You got close to me just for that." Jiang Xinhai patted his chest. "Luckily I didn't confess to you yet, or I almost fell for it."

Chen Ya was a little annoyed: "Haven't you confessed yet?"

"I will never confess my feelings to anyone in my life; it's my dignity," Jiang Xinhai said with pride.

Chen Ya smiled and said, "What a coincidence, I also don't know how to confess my feelings to people."

Jiang Xinhai looked at him seriously: "Why don't you... confess to someone else?"

"What if it's just wishful thinking on my part? What if the other person doesn't like me?" Chen Ya chuckled. "Either I get confessed to, or we naturally end up together. I'm not going to confess."

Jiang Xinhai was a little angry. He had just pouted when Chen Ya pressed his lips down.

"I just realized you were wearing shoes and stepping all over my sofa. How am I supposed to sleep tonight?"

"Don't you still have a cot?"

"If the quality were poor, I would have worn it out long ago."

"In urgent situations, it's not impossible for you to climb into my bed today."

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Book recommendation: "Cultivation Begins with the Proficiency Panel"

Chapter 147 Sweeping Awards (Part 2)

Jiang Xinhai, who usually keeps people at arm's length, suddenly becomes even more charming, catching everyone off guard.

"Oh, right."

Chen Ya suddenly remembered something, ran to the next room and rummaged around for a while, and brought over the "Encounter" album that he had bought before.

"Give me your autograph."

Jiang Xinhai smiled sweetly, glanced at him with a hint of provocation, took out a pen, skillfully drew her name, and then lazily asked:

"Do you still need my autograph?"

“Yes, I need to,” Chen Ya said. “Every time I release an album, I will get the singer to sign it.”

"Hmm?" Jiang Xinhai raised his eyebrows.

"Once I've collected a hundred albums, I'll build a private music museum to display all my autographed albums," Chen Ya said. "That will be a world-class art museum, isn't that much more fun than stamp collecting?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xinhai's expression subtly changed: "You'll be writing songs for many singers in the future, right?"

“Yes, that’s right,” Chen Ya replied matter-of-factly.

Then Jiang Xinhai went into the house and locked the bedroom door.

Chen Ya pounded on the door for a long time, but she ignored him. After half an hour, Chen Ya finally gave up.

Lying in bed, Jiang Xinhai was still sulking.

Her mind was filled with the image of Chen Ya rushing into the reception room, pulling her into his arms, and loudly declaring, "Xin Hai is my singer, someone I discovered, someone I love, and you can't take away what I love."

The thought that Chen Ya would write songs for others made her feel...

It looks really annoying.

I fell asleep without realizing it, and when I woke up I was groggy and my lower abdomen was painfully bloated.

He unlocked the door, pushed it open, and went outside. By the moonlight, he saw Chen Ya sprawled out on the sofa, fast asleep. He couldn't help but chuckle.

After going to the restroom, when she came back, she held her foot far away, pointing it at Chen Ya's face, and hovered it for a while before putting her bare foot down.

Then she changed it to slapping him in the chest.

"Ouch!" Chen Ya was startled awake.

Jiang Xinhai dashed back to his bedroom in a flash.

This time she didn't lock the door.

……

When Chen Ya and Jiang Xinhai emerged from the mountain like tigers, hand in hand, they walked out of the rented house and discovered that the world had changed drastically.

They felt as if they had stepped out of a paradise: in just a few days, the world had changed beyond recognition.

The most striking feature is that the whole world is a river in the middle of the sea.

In the past, Jiang Xinhai could walk on the street without being recognized.

But now, that situation will never happen again.

Even though she covered herself up completely, suspicious glances were still directed at her.

She's starting to regret agreeing to let Chen Ya use her photo as the album cover.

They walked from Binhai University to Nanwang East Road, and wherever there was a sound system along the way, they played her songs.

If anyone is humming a song, they're either singing "Sometimes, sometimes, I believe everything has an end..." or "Listen, the sound of the sea crying..."

It might be singing "We all need courage..." or "I finally see all dreams blossom..."

The two then realized that they had become completely and utterly famous.

They walked to the riverbank. Jiang Xinhai gazed confidently at the other side. Chen Ya asked her:

"What are you planning to do next?"

"What are you planning to do?" Jiang Xinhai turned to look at him. "You handled the entire production of my album. I don't know anything about it and I can't do anything. I'll just follow your lead."

Jiang Xinhai lay flat, displaying an expression that said, "I'm just an ignorant little kitten, what can you do to me?"

Chen Ya stared at her for a while, then said, "Then you're just plain stupid."

"You're the stupid one."

"You're stupid."

"You're stupid, you're stupid, you're the stupidest."

Chen Ya stared at the sullen Jiang Xinhai for a while, then looked around and, finding no one nearby, whispered:

"Take off your mask."

Jiang Xinhai obediently took off his mask, and then the two kissed.

The kiss didn't last long before Jiang Xinhai quickly pulled away and put his mask back on.

"I haven't agreed to date you yet," Jiang Xinhai said, half-coquettishly.

"I haven't confessed my feelings yet," Chen Ya said with a smile.

Jiang Xinhai frowned and glared at him: "Then when are you going to confess your feelings?"

She stared at Chen Ya, her eyes saying, "If you confess, you can kiss me however you want."

“Aba aba…” Chen Ya turned his head to look elsewhere, “Actually, I’m not the kind of person who likes to confess my feelings.”

"why?"

"Didn't I say I was afraid of being rejected?"

Jiang Xinhai was both annoyed and amused, and he was even out of breath: "You think I might refuse you, right?"

"Why not?"

"Fine, then don't confess your feelings. I'm 100% rejecting you." Jiang Xinhai turned around and angrily walked towards the river.

"return."

Chen Ya grabbed her arm, pulled her back, and then gently hugged her.

They held each other for as long as they listened to the sound of the river tide. Xin Hai commanded:

"Say something."

What should I say?

"Anything is fine, as long as it makes me happy."

"You're so cute."

“Xin Hai,” she said, “must include a name.”

How cute?

"As lovely as the collapse of the heavens and the cracking of the earth."

Jiang Xinhai looked up at him and said, "Your choice of words is quite remarkable."

"You flatter me."

Say a little more, say a little more and I won't be angry anymore.

"I like you," Chen Ya said, then remembered to add her name, "Xin Hai."

How much do you like it?

"Like loving a little beluga whale on the beach."

"A beluga whale by the sea?" Jiang Xinhai looked up at him again. "What beluga whale?"

"Imagine you walk to the azure sea, and suddenly a little beluga whale appears in front of you, spouting a curved stream of water. It has a flat head, round, bright black eyes, and looks at you with a smile, saying, 'Dear lady, would you like to swim with me?' You hug the little beluga whale, cut through a white wave in the azure sea, and swim away in a flash. You play like this all day long. Isn't that wonderful?"

"Awesome."

"That's how much I like you."

Xin Hai buried her face in his chest, and Chen Ya felt a warm, wet sensation on his chest.

"Does this count as a confession?" Chen Ya asked.

"Calculate."

"So, did you agree?"

"I agreed."

"Didn't you say you would never agree?" Chen Ya said.

"Because I like you a billion percent," Xin Hai said. "Even if I don't agree a ten-thousand percent of you, there's still a nine hundred and ninety-nine million nine hundred and ninety-nine percent of my heart shouting, 'I like you! I'm willing!'"

Chen Ya and she hugged each other for a long time.

……

After the record player finished playing the last song, "Easily Hurt Woman," Jiang Xinhai sang it in somewhat broken Cantonese, followed by a hoarse white noise as the record player continued to spin tirelessly.

One hand lifts the stylus, then crosses it with the other hand.

The man asked gently, "Have you finished listening?"

Yingzi nodded, her expression grim.

This is Yingzi's living room in the evening.

Unlike the usual bustling atmosphere, there are only three people here now: Yingzi, Ruan Qingzhu, and a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

“So I’m asking you,” the man with the gold-rimmed glasses began politely, “when you said those things before, did you really listen to the whole album?”

If the media were here, they would be utterly astonished—the usually arrogant and domineering diva Yingzi was now listening attentively to a lecture like a primary school student.

Not a single word of rebuttal was uttered.

Ruan Qingzhu sat on the sofa next to her, looking at her master's face with some worry.

She knew that the man in the black suit in front of her was no ordinary person; even her master, Yingzi, treated him with utmost respect.

But she didn't know his name; she only knew that Yingzi called him "Secretary Gao".

Ruan Qingzhu couldn't understand how much power the leader this secretary served could wield, given that even a secretary could command such respect from his master.

Secretary Gao adjusted his glasses and said, "What that person means is that you should take a break for a while and not come out again."