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

Chapter 30 Lin the Manager's Shock

Lin Wei quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe her mouth, but her eyes were fixed on the lyrics on the screen, her pupils slightly dilated.

She's not a professional musician, but after so many years in the industry, she has a basic ability to appreciate music.

These lyrics... this imagery...

She quickly scrolled down to read.

As she looked at the mouse, Lin Wei stopped.

She leaned back in her chair, staring at the screen, and remained silent for a full minute.

Then, she did something she never expected—she put on her headphones and opened the backing track file.

The prelude is a simple piano chord, clean and with a touch of melancholy.

Then, the guitar joins in, the melody soothing yet full of power.

Even without vocals, just listening to the accompaniment, Lin Wei could feel the emotions contained in this song—a weariness and relief after traversing countless mountains and rivers, and a steadfastness in finding strength in the ordinary.

She turned off the accompaniment and looked at the lyrics again.

Lin Wei's heart was inexplicably touched.

She suddenly remembered how Chen Bo had followed Xu Yueqing for the past three years.

When Xu Yueqing was filming, he went to the set with her and helped carry her bags and hand her water.

Xu Yueqing attended the event, and he waited quietly backstage.

He took care of Xu Yueqing all night when she fell ill.

Xu Yueqing was in a bad mood, so he tried his best to cheer her up...

Chen Bo regarded Xu Yueqing as his everything.

And now...

Lin Wei took off her headphones and let out a long breath.

She finally understood why Xu Yueqing had been so absent-minded these past two days, why she burst into tears before even speaking when Chen Bo was mentioned, and why she still went to watch his game even though they had broken up.

These lyrics, are they written for the audience?

This is clearly Chen Bo singing to Xu Yue.

It's too cruel.

This isn't just going to challenge them; it's clearly going to undermine their spirit!

Lin Wei could even imagine what Xu Yueqing's expression would be when she sat in the audience, heard this song, and heard these lyrics.

Will that usually aloof and arrogant face shed tears of despair for the first time?

"This kid..." Lin Wei murmured to herself, "When did he become so talented?"

She re-evaluated Chen Bo.

For the past three years, she has always felt that Chen Bo is not good enough for Xu Yueqing at all—he has no fame, no resources, and is good for nothing except his face and his gentleness.

But now, looking at this song, Lin Wei suddenly felt that she might have misjudged it.

How rich must one's inner world be, and how deep must one's emotions be, to be able to write a song like this?

What Xu Yueqing gave up may not have been a "minor artist," but a treasure yet to be revealed.

"Sigh." Lin Wei sighed and closed the document.

This is Xu Yueqing's private matter; she will not interfere or get involved.

Having been in the entertainment industry for a long time, Lin Wei understands one thing best: don't meddle in other people's relationships. If you try to reconcile them today and they break up tomorrow, you'll end up pleasing neither side.

She copied the email, ready to forward it to the production team.

But she hesitated for a second before clicking send.

Then, she deleted the routine message she had prepared, "Please check, challenger Chen Bo's entry," and retyped: "Director Zhang, this is Chen Bo's original work. I personally think it's of very high quality. I suggest the production team give it appropriate support in terms of stage presentation; it might have unexpected effects."

Click send.

After doing all that, Lin Wei picked up the now-cold coffee and took a sip.

"Chen Bo, Chen Bo," she muttered to herself, "if you had shown this skill sooner, that girl Yueqing probably wouldn't have wanted to leave you, right?"

Yunding Mountain Villa, Zhou Lingyan's Villa.

Four o'clock in the afternoon.

Chen Bo was stretching in the recording studio when the doorbell rang.

Zhou Lingyan said she went out for a while, and didn't know who came.

"Chen Bo, are you there?" Bei Weiwei's voice came through the access control video intercom, gentle yet cheerful.

Chen Bo went up to open the door.

Outside the door, Bei Weiwei was wearing a light pink knitted dress, with her long hair flowing down her shoulders and a fresh smile. She was carrying two expensive-looking paper bags in her hands and a teddy bear that was half her height on her back.

"Weiwei?" Chen Bo was a little confused. "What's this...?"

"I've come to play with you!" Bei Weiwei smiled, her eyes crinkling into crescents, and naturally stepped into the room.

Chen Bo stared at the giant, fluffy bear with a pink bow, his lips twitching. "This is..."

"These are for you!" Bei Weiwei placed the paper bag on the coffee table and took out several beautifully packaged boxes from it. "And this, it's from that famous éclair shop in the west of the city. I queued for half an hour to get them. This, I asked a friend to bring back some limited-edition headphones from abroad. I heard the sound quality is exceptional; you might find them useful for your music. And this..."

As if by magic, she pulled snacks, fruit, drinks, and even a set of what looked like a high-end tea set out of the paper bag.

Chen Bo was dumbfounded.

"Weiwei," he said with difficulty, "you're... here to buy some goods?"

"What?!" Bei Weiwei glared at him reproachfully, her cheeks slightly flushed. "I just... I just wanted to be nice to you. You just broke up, you must be in a bad mood. Eating more sweets will make you feel better."

Chen Bo looked at the mountain of donated supplies piled up on the coffee table, and then at the teddy bear that took up half of the sofa.

"Weiwei," he couldn't bring himself to be a jerk, "you really don't need to do this. I'm perfectly fine living here in Lingyan. I have everything I need."

"She's using you as a tool!" Bei Weiwei blurted out, then realized it was inappropriate and added softly, "What I mean is... she's nice to you for a reason, but I'm nice to you... genuinely."

Chen Bo sat down on the single sofa and looked at Bei Weiwei.

This girl is beautiful, comes from a good family, and has a gentle personality. Apart from being slightly less well-endowed than Xu Yueqing in certain areas, she is almost flawless.

And she truly likes him—she's liked him for three years, but she's kept it to herself and only dared to express it now.

"Weiwei," Chen Bo said earnestly, "I appreciate your kindness, but I think you might be overestimating me. Apart from my face, I'm nothing special. You might like me just because I'm pleasing to the eye, but that kind of liking won't last."

"Who said that!" Bei Weiwei retorted immediately, sitting down on the sofa next to him, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him. "I've liked you for three years, Chen Bo. The first time I saw you was at Yueqing's house three years ago. You were wearing a white shirt, sitting by the window reading a book, and the sunlight shone on your profile. I fell in love at that moment."

Her voice softened: "For the past three years, I've watched you treat Yueqing well, watched you be gentle and considerate, watched you never complain even when you were ignored. Chen Bo, I love not only your face, but also your personality, your kindness, and everything about you."

Chen Bo remained silent.

Bei Weiwei pressed her advantage: "Besides, you're wrong. I like your figure too! I've seen you lifting weights at the gym; your physique is amazing!"

Chen Bo: "..."

This girl is really...adorably frank.