My ex-girlfriend's best friends are getting restless right after the breakup.

Chapter 29 Xu Yueqing's Regret

"Inspiration strikes, and you can't stop it," Chen Bo said. "The sooner it's done, the sooner I can relax. I still need to think about what to wear on stage; I can't exactly go in these pajamas, can I?"

Zhou Lingyan glanced at him and said, "I can help you with the clothes. I know a few designers. But Chen Bo, are you really sure you can pull this off? They're all established singers, with top stars backing them up."

"Don't worry." Chen Bo finished the last sip of chicken soup and sighed contentedly. "I may not have many other skills, but I have a strong mentality."

He looked at Zhou Lingyan, his eyes bright: "Didn't Boss Zhou want me to help you get back at Xu Yueqing? If you embarrass yourself on stage, how will you get back at her? For your revenge, I have to perform well too."

Zhou Lingyan's heart skipped a beat.

This man... he was clearly saying he was helping her get back at someone, but the confident glint in his eyes made her inexplicably believe that he would definitely shine on stage.

"Who asked you to get angry for me!" Zhou Lingyan muttered softly, "I just... didn't want to see you suffer too much."

"Yes, yes, Boss Zhou is the kindest." Chen Bo nodded, stood up, and said, "I'm going to the recording studio. I'll probably be there all day. Don't call me for lunch; I'll eat my lunch portion when I have breakfast."

Zhou Lingyan stared at the empty plates, bowls, and pots on the table and fell silent.

Is this guy's stomach a black hole?

Chen Bo had just stepped into the living room when his phone rang.

It's Lin Wei, Xu Yueqing's agent.

"Chen Bo, have you chosen a song? The plan has changed. You must send me the song title and accompaniment by 5 PM today at the latest." Lin Wei's voice was as capable and indifferent as ever.

"I've chosen an original work," Chen Bo said. "I'll send it to you in a bit."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone: "Original? Are you sure? Chen Bo, let me remind you, this is no joke. If you mess up your original song on stage, forget about being eliminated in the first round, you'll never be able to hold your head up in this industry again."

"I know," Chen Bo said calmly, "but I still want to sing my own songs."

Lin Wei sighed, "Whatever you say. Also, the recording is next Wednesday. Report to the production team at 10 AM for makeup and rehearsals, and the actual recording starts at 7 PM. I'll send you the specific address and schedule a day in advance. Oh, and..."

She seemed a little hesitant: "Yueqing asked me to tell you that she will go to the scene."

Chen Bo asked in surprise, "She came to see me make a fool of myself?"

"I don't know," Lin Wei said. "She only said she would go, that's all, and to remember to send it to me before 5 p.m.

The phone hangs up.

Chen Bo held his phone, lost in thought.

Is Xu Yueqing going to the scene?

Is it to see him make a fool of himself, or something else?

"What's wrong?" Zhou Lingyan walked over and asked curiously.

"It's nothing." Chen Bo put away his phone and smiled. "I just suddenly felt that the stage next Wednesday might be quite lively."

He turned and walked towards the basement. Zhou Lingyan watched his back and a strange feeling suddenly rose in her heart.

This man seems to have been constantly redefining her understanding of things since the day before yesterday.

She used to think Chen Bo was just a good-looking but incompetent gigolo, but now she finds that he is confident, talented, has a perfect amount of shamelessness, and is quite interesting.

"Oh no, oh no!" Zhou Lingyan slapped her face. "Zhou Lingyan, you haven't actually fallen for this tool, have you? Wake up! He's just a tool for you to get back at Xu Yueqing! A tool!"

She decided to go to the gym to work up a sweat and calm down.

Meanwhile, at this very moment, at the villa across the street...

Xu Yueqing sat on the bed, looking at the WeChat message sent by Lu Ze, her brows furrowed.

Whoever is lonely now will remain lonely forever?

Are you crazy? Isn't this just rubbing salt into her wounds?

Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra?

She's not in the mood for any concert right now.

Her mind was filled with Chen Bo, the two intimate figures on the terrace of Zhou Lingyan's villa last night, the secret of Bei Weiwei's three-year crush on Chen Bo, and how he video-called her while he was busy in the back, making her open her eyes and look at her phone...

After taking one glance, she was initially ashamed and indignant, inwardly rejecting the idea and keeping her eyes closed. But after a while, she became curious, even finding it novel, and opened her eyes again...

Especially now, she feels a little regretful that she didn't record it.

"Yueqing, are you awake?" Li Man's voice came from outside the door.

"You're awake." Xu Yueqing blushed, put down her phone, and said, "Come in."

Li Man pushed open the door and came in, holding a glass of honey water: "Here, have something sweet, it'll make you feel better."

Xu Yueqing took the cup and sipped it slowly.

"Manman, I've made up my mind," she suddenly said. "I'm going to watch Chen Bo's match live."

Li Man was taken aback: "What are you going to do? Are you looking for trouble?"

"I don't know," Xu Yueqing said calmly, "but I have to go. I want to see him on stage, I want to hear him sing... Manman, you're right. Even if I want to win him back, I have to figure out my own feelings first, and figure out his attitude."

Looking at her fair, rosy face and swollen eyes, Li Man sighed with heartache, "Alright, I'll go with you. But Yueqing, promise me, no matter what you see or hear, don't act impulsively."

"Yes." Xu Yueqing nodded. "I just...want to go see him."

Chen Bo sat in the recording studio, wearing headphones, and sang the last line of lyrics into the microphone.

The singing flowed through the monitor speakers, echoing in the well-insulated basement.

Chen Bo took off his headphones and smiled with satisfaction.

"Done."

He sent the sheet music and accompaniment to Lin Wei.

Haicheng, a high-end office building.

Lin Wei sat at her desk, holding her third cup of black coffee in her left hand and scrolling through Xu Yueqing's schedule for the next month with her right hand, her expressionless face blank.

My phone beeped, and my email notification sounded.

She glanced at it and saw that it was an email from Chen Bo, with the attached song for the competition "Singer Battle".

"Pretty punctual," Lin Wei muttered, then casually opened the email.

She originally planned to download the attachment directly and send it to the contact person in the program team.

This was just a formality. Does it matter what song a challenger who is destined to be eliminated in the first round sings?

unimportant.

As long as you don't sing too off-key or forget your lines on the spot, you've completed the task.

But the moment she clicked to download, a line of text in the email caught her attention.

"Original work, lyrics, music and arrangement: Chen Bo, song title..."

Lin Wei raised an eyebrow.

Original?

Can Chen Bo write songs?

She had worked with Xu Yueqing for five years, and her impression of Chen Bo was still that of a good-looking minor artist, an appendage of Xu Yueqing, and someone with a mild personality and no ambition.

Songwriting? Composition? Never heard of it.

Out of professional habit, she still opened the sheet music document in the attachment.

Then--

"puff--"

Lin Wei almost spat the coffee in her mouth onto the screen.