novelraw Chapter 75 Tian Xiwei kissed Song Ze while crying.
Chapter 75 Tian Xiwei kissed Song Ze while crying.
"What if she were there? Would you be responsible if the surprise turned into a shock?"
"Okay, okay, it's my fault." Zhang Juan quickly changed the subject. "So you're not going to take responsibility for her poor performance in training?"
Song Ze zipped up his suitcase and sat down on the edge of the bed.
Women who haven't grown up are such a hassle.
Especially this sweet girl.
He recalled Tian Xiwei's recent unusual behavior—she sent messages more frequently, each one included emojis, she would post selfies all the time, and she would call him "senior brother" all the time.
Adding to this, today I was scolded by the director for losing focus.
Song Ze came to a conclusion.
Could it be that she's fallen for him?
No, junior sister, you're only nineteen.
Never mind. Nineteen isn't young anymore.
It's normal for freshmen to be in puberty these days.
The problem is—if the show really replaces her, all the effort invested in the early stages will be wasted. The most urgent thing is to make her birthday celebration a success and reassure her.
Song Ze exited the call interface and opened Flightradar24.
October 22nd, Saturday, 7:40 AM.
He booked a flight to Shanghai for 8:30 am.
When I landed at Hongqiao Airport, it was drizzling in Shanghai.
Song Ze didn't return to his apartment; instead, he had his driver head straight to the Bund.
Peace Hotel. Rooftop terrace.
This place is not usually open to the public; it only accepts private, customized events. Song Ze gave the number of Jiaxing's partner, and the other party's attitude immediately changed from "Sorry, we are fully booked" to "Mr. Song, which day would you like to meet?"
On Monday, October 24th, from 7 PM to 11 PM, the entire floor was booked.
Swipe.
Next stop: communication equipment.
Sitting in his car, Song Ze opened his laptop and made a cross-border call to Sennheiser's Asia-Pacific channel manager at its Hannover headquarters in Germany. Upon hearing the keywords "express air freight" and "custom color scheme," the manager immediately doubled the quote.
Song Ze didn't even blink.
A complete Digital 9000 wireless microphone system and a pair of limited edition rose gold HD 25 Plus monitoring headphones will be airlifted to Shanghai within 48 hours.
After hanging up the phone, he sent a screenshot of the order to Zhang Juan.
Three seconds later, Zhang Juan's voice message came through.
"Song Ze! Are you out of your mind?! You spent over ten thousand on a birthday gift?! What a spendthrift!"
Song Ze replied with three words: "Reimbursement?"
Zhang Juan: ...
"It's not too much to ask for some decent tools for my music partner on 'I Am a Singer 2017', is it?"
Zhang Juan was silent for five seconds before finally managing to say, "The company will cover 10%, and you'll have to pay the rest yourself."
"make a deal."
August 24th. Monday.
Shanghai Academy of Drama, Huashan Road Campus.
At 4:20 p.m., the dialogue class for the first-year students of the Performing Arts Department ended.
Tian Xiwei packed up her textbooks slowly. Her deskmate leaned over and said, "Xiwei, happy birthday! Shall we go out for hot pot tonight?"
"Thanks." She smiled, the corners of her mouth curving upwards. "I'm busy tonight, maybe another day."
Actually, nothing's wrong.
She dragged her schoolbag out of the teaching building and habitually took out her phone.
My WeChat message list is filled with red envelopes from my parents, emoji bombardments from my roommates, and well wishes from several people sent at the same time in the business partner training group.
Scroll down.
Scroll down further.
Gone.
That profile picture hasn't received a single message since this morning.
There wasn't even a "Happy Birthday" message.
Tian Xiwei put her phone back in her pocket, walked around staring at the ground for a dozen steps, then took it out again to look at it.
still none.
She bit her lower lip, her steps slowing down.
Forget it.
She's busy preparing for "Singer," she's too busy to remember a junior's birthday.
He said "it depends on my mood" at the dinner party earlier—it seems he wasn't in a good mood.
Tian Xiwei took a deep breath and turned towards the FamilyMart convenience store near the school gate. She'd just buy a hamburger to take back to her dorm. Anyway, her senior wouldn't allow it due to the carb quota—
Wait, it's her birthday today, she can indulge herself this once.
Buy two.
She had just stepped out of the school gate when a black Buick GL8 braked suddenly from the side.
Tian Xiwei instinctively took a step back.
The sliding door was suddenly pulled open.
Bai Lu leaned half her body out and grabbed Tian Xiwei's backpack strap.
"Get on the bus!"
"???"
Before Tian Xiwei could react, another hand reached out from inside the car, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her inside—Wang Churan.
"you--"
"Shut up, there's no time to explain." Wang Churan pushed her into her seat, then turned and shouted at the driver, "Let's go!"
The moment the car door closed, Bai Lu had already unzipped a suit pocket.
"Take off your coat."
"what?"
"Take it off when I tell you to!" Bai Lu unfolded a pale yellow gauze skirt. "Change into this first, and hurry up."
Wang Churan took out a lip gloss from her makeup case, untied the cap, and brought it close to Tian Xiwei's face.
Tian Xiwei was completely stunned.
"What exactly are you—"
"Is it appropriate to wear a hoodie and jeans for your nineteenth birthday?" Wang Churan pressed down on her chin, precisely applying color. "Don't move, I won't be responsible if it's crooked and we have to start over."
Bai Lu helped her zip up her skirt, not forgetting to add insult to injury: "Forget about that burger. Tonight's carbs are enough to last you until next year."
Tian Xiwei's mind finally started to work.
Her heart skipped a beat.
"Is...is it my senior brother?"
Bai Lu and Wang Churan both shut up at the same time, exchanged a glance, one smiled and the other turned her face away.
This reaction is more explicit than an answer.
Tian Xiwei's nose suddenly stung with tears.
Thirty minutes later.
The top floor of the Peace Hotel.
The moment the elevator doors opened, Tian Xiwei froze on the spot.
The Bund's night view fills the entire field of vision. The lights of the Lujiazui skyline across the river are reflected on the Huangpu River, and the Oriental Pearl Tower is glowing pink.
In the center of the terrace, a long dining table stretched from one end to the other, filled with French desserts, cheesecake, cream croissants, pasta, and baked rice—all the things she craved but would never normally dare to touch.
The lights suddenly turned on.
All the employees of Xingyao Entertainment poured out from both sides. Zhang Juan stood at the front, holding a can of colorful fireworks, and pulled it towards the sky.
Happy 19th birthday!
Paper scraps fell from above.
Tian Xiwei stood frozen at the elevator entrance. Bai Lu gently nudged her from behind.
A path parted in the middle of the crowd.
Song Ze walked out from the end of the terrace.
Armani, wearing a dark gray casual suit with the cuffs rolled up, was pushing a giant food cart.
On the food cart was a fondant cake as big as a mountain.
Good heavens, a full nineteen floors.
Layer upon layer, with a long golden candle stuck at the very top.
Song Ze stopped in front of Tian Xiwei and looked down at her.
"Each level represents a year in your life. The nineteenth level is this moment."
He paused for a moment.
"Starry Night will make up for all the amazing moments you missed in the past nineteen years."
The moment those words were spoken, Tian Xiwei completely broke down in tears. Tears streamed down her face, one after another, and before her makeup could even be smudged, she was already crying her eyes out.
Bai Lu yelled at the top of her lungs, "Stop crying! Cut the cake! Cut the cake! There are nineteen layers! If we don't cut it soon, it'll collapse!"
Wang Churan stood at the edge of the crowd, arms crossed, snorted coldly, and turned her face away from Jiang Jing.
Her ears turned red.
Song Ze handed over the knife: "Make a wish first."
Tian Xiwei closed her eyes and clasped her hands together.
ten seconds.
She opened her eyes but didn't reach for the knife.
Song Ze pulled out a black gift box from behind his back and opened the lid with one hand.
The velvet lining, the metal tubes of the Sennheiser Digital 9000, and the rose gold headphones reflected the terrace lights.
Zhou, the head of the public relations department, peeked out from the crowd, took a look, gasped, and whispered in Tian Xiwei's ear, "This equipment... is a limited edition custom-made product, and its market price is over 100,000."
Tian Xiwei wouldn't listen.
Song Ze pushed the box into her arms and stopped laughing.
"Take this. From now on, if anyone in the station dares to call you a pretty face, just shove this microphone in their face with your talent."
He paused for a second.
"Don't be afraid. Even if the sky falls, your senior brother will be there to protect you."
Tian Xiwei was trembling as she hugged the box.
The embarrassment of being publicly called out by the director in Changsha those days, the whispers of the other partners during camera training, the disappointment of thinking I had been forgotten all day today—all of these things rushed up at this moment, only to be crushed by this one sentence.
She put the box aside.
Bai Lu: "Hey, watch out for that guy in the teens—"
He didn't finish speaking.
Tian Xiwei rushed over the cart and crashed directly into Song Ze's arms.
She wrapped her arms around his neck.
The entire room fell silent instantly.
Zhang Juan was filming a video with her phone, her hand hovering in mid-air. Bai Lu's mouth was open in an "O" shape.
Tian Xiwei stood on tiptoe.
With tears streaming down her face, she planted a firm kiss on Song Ze's...