Chen Fang stroked his chin.
Yue Qingzhu loved music, and even when the company arranged for her to venture into variety shows and TV dramas, she resolutely refused, continuing her musical path.
If he could play a piece of music in front of her, perhaps she would sit up in her deathbed, her pupils dilating, her discerning eyes recognizing a gem, exclaiming that there was such an excellent composer in the world, truly meeting him too late! As a senior and a singer, how could she let a pearl be covered in dust?
The plan was perfect; it was time to execute! ️
Chen Fang turned and walked into the piano room next to the living room, switching on the light.
The piano room was decorated in an orange-yellow tone. To the right upon entering were a computer and tuning equipment. To the left was a row of drum kits, and in the center of the room stood a black grand piano. Against the far wall were guitars, basses, and violins. Several portraits of musicians hung on the walls.
Someone was sleeping; he needed to be ethical. Drum kits were out of the question; he would use the piano.
Chen Fang sat down at the piano and opened the lid.
He had inherited the original owner's memories, so he should be able to use the skills, right?
His hands landed on the keys, the melody replayed in his mind, and he closed his eyes. Serene and melodious piano music flowed from his fingertips…
Three minutes later, a soft knock came from the doorway.
Chen Fang's lips curled slightly, and he slowly stopped the music, standing up and tidying his clothes. He walked gracefully to the door and gently opened it.
But there was no one outside; looking down, the golden retriever was wagging its tail, blinking its round eyes, and looking up at him.
Why was it this lickspittle again?
Chen Fang took two steps towards the living room, only to see Yue Qingzhu sleeping soundly on the sofa. Was the soundproofing too good for her to hear?
Chen Fang walked back to the piano room, left the door ajar, and played again.
Four minutes later, he walked out to check and saw her sleeping peacefully, hugging a pillow.
"Is she a pig?! How can she still be asleep?"
Chen Fang grumbled, then returned to the piano room, picked up a guitar, and sat on the sofa next to Yue Qingzhu. He strummed the strings, accompanying the soul-stirring singing skill, and softly sang: "the brightest star in the night sky, can you hear…"
Another four minutes passed, and a prompt from the system sounded: 【Time's up】.
Chen Fang sighed, looking up.
Heaven, he was wrong; he shouldn't have called her a pig. Even a pig should be awake by now, right?
He had used the opportunity sticker, and she still wasn't waking up? What should he do?
Chen Fang thought seriously for a while. Even falling off a cliff, one could be caught by a branch. With such strong luck, it shouldn't just be about her coming to his door and sleeping like a pig.
Suddenly, an electric current flashed through his mind, and Chen Fang's eyes widened slightly.
Wait, did he misunderstand this opportunity? Was it not about singing, but… No! System, even if his moral bottom line was flexible, it wouldn't break through that much!
Please, heaven, distinguish the loyal from the treacherous!
Chen Fang gripped the guitar and looked at Yue Qingzhu.
He refused to believe this evil! Would the light of righteousness not shine upon this land?
Even if the system was perverse, he wanted to be an upright and kind young man!
Chen Fang took out his phone, turned on the Bluetooth speaker, walked to the TV, took a microphone from the cabinet below, and placed it on the coffee table.
He sat back on the sofa next to Yue Qingzhu, crossing his legs, and strummed the strings.
"the brightest star in the night sky~"
"Can! You! Hear! Me!"
…
In Yue Qingzhu's dream.
Night fell, and a bright moon hung in the sky. A beautiful song came from the starry sky. The stars in the sky twinkled, telling their stories in the darkness.
She hugged her knees, nestled in the grass under a tree, leaning tightly against the trunk. The surrounding bushes enveloped her body, making her feel safe and secure.
She looked up, gazing at the starry sky.
The starry sky could sing, huh? Was this a world of music? So quiet, so safe.
That tasteless old man definitely couldn't get in here; he wouldn't drag her out of the world of music, nor would he slap a deity and order him to turn off the music.
This place was truly wonderful. No one would leave, and no one would snatch away the mentor position she had prepared for so long.
Yue Qingzhu leaned against the tree trunk, looking up at the sky.
Wow, the stars were slowly approaching, as if within reach.
She couldn't help but smile, trying to raise her hand to touch the stars.
But the next moment, bang! That star suddenly accelerated and directly smashed down on her head!
…
【Yue Qingzhu's negative emotional value +666!】
【Yue Qingzhu's negative emotional value +999!】
The girl in front of him suddenly sat up as if resurrected, startling Chen Fang, whose finger hooked a string, producing a long, resonant *dang*.
Negative emotions?
Are you allergic to romance?
Yue Qingzhu said in horror: "️️️The Earth is doomed!"
Huh? So you were sleeping so soundly because you were having a dream about the apocalypse?
Chen Fang waved his hand in front of her, "Senior, do you recognize me?"
Yue Qingzhu turned her head up, down, left, and right, like a scholar reading.
"…"
This reaction was just like when a teacher asked if it was right or wrong, and he replied "crispy." Truly, the tables had turned, and had heaven ever spared anyone?
Chen Fang hesitated for a moment, then chose the latter between "if you don't help me, the Earth will be destroyed" and heartfelt, sincere words.
Chen Fang said earnestly: "Hello, Senior. I am also a singer and love music very much. Since my debut, I have kept myself clean, but this industry is full of deception…"
Chen Fang babbled on, complaining about the darkness of the industry.
"Senior, you wouldn't want a rising star in the music industry like me to lose his future, would you? If you can help me investigate the truth, I will agree to any reasonable and legal condition you have, alright?"
After speaking, Chen Fang sighed silently in his heart.
This sounded a bit like—I am Qin Shi Huang, send money!
Yue Qingzhu nodded, fumbled in her pocket, and pulled out a blue banknote, "That's terrible! I have 100 yuan here, take it. I really need to experience the feeling of being buried in peace right now."
Chen Fang looked speechlessly at the banknote in his hand, which had "10" written on it.
She was so drunk, what could he possibly get through to her?
And he still hadn't figured out why she was the opportunity. Was it just through music? Or was she his long-lost relative?
But he would trust the system.
Chen Fang placed the ten yuan on the coffee table, "Yue Qingzhu! You slept on my sofa, you have to be responsible for my sofa, right? Will you help me? Don't force me…" Chen Fang gripped the guitar, gritting his teeth, "to kneel and beg you!"
"Agree, agree. Don't kneel to me, it will shorten your life." Yue Qingzhu nodded seriously, her face full of passion and drive… and then she collapsed again.
Chen Fang looked at the chaotic scene and sighed silently.
Would this agreement be useful?
In any case, the opportunity sticker's time was up; he could only do his best.
Chen Fang walked to the e-sports room, carried out a basket of snacks, and placed them on the coffee table in front of Yue Qingzhu. He wanted her to eat and drink well.
Then he walked back to the piano room, leaving the door ajar, and continued to play "the brightest star in the night sky."
Inside the villa, piano music continuously flowed out.
Outside the villa, night fell, the stars twinkled, serene and profound.
Two hours later, it was already nine in the evening.
Chen Fang sat in the piano room, feeling a bit depressed. Why wasn't she awake yet? But at least there was surveillance, so he wouldn't end up on a sewing machine. Thinking of this, he felt much more at ease.
In the living room, the speakers connected to the computer were playing the music he had recorded three hours ago on a loop.
Yue Qingzhu rubbed her head and slowly sat up.
Such a familiar place, where was this?
She had been depressed in the evening because the program team changed mentors, so she got herself drunk at home, and then, somehow, she got the wrong idea and went out to walk the dog, after which she got drunk at…
Yue Qingzhu paused, her eyes widening.
That… playboy who didn't cherish good girls and didn't waste bad girls, that young idol, Chen Fangdang, whose business was terrible and who relied on his looks and acted dissolutely—his home?!
If Chen Fang heard this, he would definitely retort: The speed of rumor mutation is truly faster than virus mutation! Even the name has been damn changed!
Yue Qingzhu quickly lifted the blanket and, seeing her clothes intact, breathed a sigh of relief. Her nerves relaxed, and reason gradually took over, her memory quickly recovering.
She remembered now, he hadn't done anything. He seemed to have kindly dragged her in, and even the blanket she was covered with was fanned onto her from two meters away.
Yue Qingzhu looked at the road outside the window with complex emotions.
This place seemed high-end and luxurious, but beneath some elegant mansions, hidden dens of iniquity always existed.
She hadn't used her family's name when she entered the entertainment industry. Anyone in this neighborhood who recognized her would only see her as an ordinary celebrity.
If she had truly passed out outside, she might not have met just anyone or encountered just anything.
No matter how the outside world evaluated Chen Fangdang, she had to thank him for taking her in today.
Yue Qingzhu rubbed her head and looked around the living room.
So, she had rented this house to him.
Wait, no, why would her tenant be Chen Fangdang?
When she rented the house, Uncle Pu had investigated the tenant's background and clearly said it was an honest, kind, and rather benevolent young celebrity. Over time, she had forgotten who it was. But how could it be Chen Fangdang?
Uncle Pu's investigation shouldn't have gone significantly wrong.
Yue Qingzhu blinked, and instantly understood.
Most likely, either he had changed, or he had been framed.
Oh right, he had just said he was framed.