novelraw Chapter 95 Are you sure? This is Lingyan's recording studio.
Chapter 95 Are you sure? This is Lingyan's recording studio.
Bei Weiwei: "Um... let me explain."
Zhou Lingyan: "Explain what? Explain how you kissed my man?"
Zhao Lulu: "Explain how you betrayed your ally and kissed my man?"
Bei Weiwei's anger flared up: "When did Chen Bo become your man? He's my boyfriend!"
Zhou Lingyan: "He lived in my house! He used my equipment! He touched my legs, took off my skirt and my underwear..."
Zhao Lulu: "Same here! He even spanked me, without a single piece of clothing on my butt!"
Bei Weiwei: "..."
Zhou Lingyan: "..."
Behind a window in Xu Yueqing's villa.
She glanced at Zhou Lingyan and Zhao Lulu, who were still arguing fiercely in the group chat, and chuckled softly.
Original Alliance?
Oh.
A bunch of counterfeit goods, what can they possibly use to compete with her?
She is a woman who has experienced the blooming of flowers in all four seasons, year after year.
Chen Bo stood on the terrace, admiring the scenery of Yunding Mountain Villa.
The view from different angles is also different from that from different perspectives.
That's normal; otherwise, the ancients wouldn't have been able to develop dozens of positions.
Behind her, Bei Weiwei was flustered and overwhelmed by her girlfriends' attacks in the group chat, feeling like crying and not knowing how to respond.
Zhou Lingyan: "Bei Weiwei, speak up! Are you mute?"
Zhao Lulu: "An explanation is just a cover-up, and a cover-up is the truth! Bei Weiwei, you betrayed us!"
Bei Weiwei bit her lip, her fingers tapping rapidly on the screen.
Bei Weiwei's mind was crystal clear at that moment: "I didn't betray you! Chen Bo is my boyfriend! What's wrong with me being intimate with my boyfriend? What's wrong with that?!?"
Zhou Lingyan: "Your boyfriend? Your boyfriend lives in my house! Uses my devices! Eats food from my refrigerator! Did you think about my feelings when you kissed him?"
Zhao Lulu: "Exactly! Did you think about how I felt when you kissed him?"
Zhou Lingyan: "...Zhao Lulu, shut up!"
Zhao Lulu: "Why should I shut up? I'm stating the facts!"
Bei Weiwei looked at the message and was so angry she wanted to laugh.
At last.
Ignoring them, Bei Weiwei looked up and said, "Honey, let's go back to Lingyan's house. Don't you still need to record the accompaniment?"
Chen Bo nodded: "Yes, it needs to be submitted to the production team before tomorrow morning, so it has to be done tonight."
The two went downstairs and got into the car.
Before they could even settle into their seats, the two got out of the car and walked into Zhou Lingyan's villa.
The living room was quiet, with sunlight streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows and illuminating the soft carpet.
"Go straight to the recording studio?" Bei Weiwei asked.
"Okay." Chen Bo led her to the basement.
As you push open the door to the recording studio, warm yellow lights automatically turn on.
The mixing console, monitor speakers, microphones, and various other equipment were neatly arranged, with several guitars hanging on the wall and an electric piano in the corner.
Bei Weiwei looked jealous: "Honey, I also want to build you a recording studio, but we'll have to tear down walls and renovate, which might take a few months."
"No rush, let's talk about it after we move in." Chen Bo sat down at the mixing console, turned on his computer, and said, "Lingyan said this recording studio cost her over three million yuan for renovations and equipment."
"Hmm," Bei Weiwei exclaimed, "More than three million... Lingyan is really generous."
While adjusting the equipment, Chen Bo said, "It's nothing to her, just a fraction of what a film makes."
Bei Weiwei thought about it and realized that Zhou Lingyan's salary for this film, which he had only been on set for two months, was 150 to 160 million yuan after tax.
Three million is indeed a small amount of money.
She sat down next to Chen Bo, resting her chin on her hand as she watched him operate the machine.
A series of complex parameters popped up on the screen, and Chen Bo's fingers nimbly slid across the mixing console, adjusting various knobs and sliders at lightning speed.
Bei Weiwei was dazzled by what she saw, but she also thought that men who worked hard were really handsome.
"Honey," she couldn't help but ask, "what song are you singing this time?"
"Folk music." Chen Bo said without turning his head.
"Original?"
"Um."
Bei Weiwei's eyes lit up: "Could you sing it for me first?"
Chen Bo turned to look at her: "Now?"
"Mmm-hmm!" Bei Weiwei nodded vigorously. "I want to hear it!"
Chen Bo thought for a moment and realized that the accompaniment wasn't ready yet, so he would be singing a cappella.
But seeing the expectant look in her eyes, he nodded: "Okay."
He stood up, walked to the wall, and took down a guitar.
Bevy immediately sat up straight, her eyes sparkling as she stared at him.
Chen Bo sat down in the chair, picked up his guitar, and tuned the strings.
Then he looked up at Bei Weiwei.
Those eyes were so tender they could melt your heart.
Bevy's heart skipped a beat.
Chen Bo gently plucked the strings.
The prelude begins, simple and clean, with a touch of melancholy.
Then he started singing.
Bei Weiwei was stunned.
These lyrics...
Was it written to her?
Chen Bo's voice was very soft and gentle, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.
His gaze remained fixed on Bei Weiwei's face, a focused and affectionate look that made Bei Weiwei's heart pound wildly in her chest.
In the chorus, Chen Bo's voice rose slightly, carrying a sense of certainty and gentleness born from experience.
Bevy's tears welled up without warning.
She recalled the three years she had secretly loved him.
I remember those days when I secretly watched him.
I remember those times when a single sentence from him could make me happy all day.
She recalled that night when he said "okay," and she was so excited she almost fainted.
Now, he sits here, holding his guitar, singing her the songs he wrote.
He was willing to spend his whole life with her!
Bei Weiwei covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face.
The last note fell.
The guitar music gradually faded away.
The recording studio was so quiet you could hear each other breathing.
Bei Weiwei looked at him with tears streaming down her face.
Chen Bo put down his guitar and squatted down in front of her.
"Why are you crying?" He reached out and gently wiped away her tears.
Bei Weiwei looked at him, her voice choked with emotion: "Husband... this song... did you write it for me?"
Chen Bo nodded: "Yes, it's for you."
This song is from a past life, so of course he didn't write it.
Xu Yueqing asked, "Is it for Xu Yueqing?"
Zhou Lingyan asked, "Is it for Zhou Lingyan?"
Naturally, Zhao Lulu asked, "Then it's for Zhao Lulu."
Bevy's tears welled up again.
She hugged him tightly, buried her face in his shoulder, and cried uncontrollably.
"Honey...honey...I'm so touched...I'm so touched..."
Chen Bo patted her back: "Okay, okay, don't cry."
Bei Weiwei raised her head, her eyes and nose were red, and there were tear stains on her face. She looked pitiful and cute.
"Honey," she looked at him, her voice soft, "I...I don't want to wait for a ceremony anymore."
Chen Bo was stunned for a moment: "What?"
Bei Weiwei bit her lip, her face flushed crimson: "It's...right now...right here...I want to..."
Chen Bo looked at Bei Weiwei, at her flushed face, at her watery eyes, at her slightly trembling eyelashes.
Is this woman... serious?
"Weiwei," he asked rationally, "Are you sure? This is Lingyan's recording studio."