Chapter 64 Withered Snow on the Back Hill



She remembered when she first started out, just as full of pride and ambition, once having promised to be the best in the world.

Looking back on the path she had walked, as time swiftly passed, many things had become a blur. She had experienced both peaks and troughs, and Pei Muchan didn't wish to reminisce.

Looking up at Xu Qingyan in front of her, she could only feel an unruly and ardent emotion radiating from him, like the first ray of morning light shining through a mountain stream shrouded in mist.

As requested, Xu Qingyan sang "Qing Tian" once more.

After ten minutes, Pei Muchan stood up and left.

Before she left, she stood at the doorway and turned around to say,

"I'll try to get the studio to produce the accompaniment within three days, register the copyright, and not wait for the album. We'll release the single first. No exclusive contract, just the copyright fee."

"We can sign the contract tomorrow. The money might be delayed, but if you're in a hurry, I can give it to you out of my own pocket."

As for "Blue and White Porcelain," she didn't even mention it.

Xu Qingyan didn't mention it either. One had to eat one bite at a time, and if the debut song took off, the follow-up arrangement and lyrics would command another price.

"Got it, I'm not in a hurry," he said, standing by the side of the door, "Let's follow the normal process. I trust you. Go to sleep early, good night."

"Mm," she replied with downcast eyes and a light nod, softly saying, "Good night."

After speaking, Pei Muchan slowly turned and walked away, her figure captivating.

He leaned against the doorframe, watching her silhouette disappear around the corridor corner before closing the door and returning to his room, hurriedly taking a bath and then settling on the sofa to study. Enjoy stories on m_v lem|p-yr

Actually, "Qing Tian" wasn't a perfect fit for Pei Muchan, but it wasn't a big problem. With Pei Muchan's fame, releasing this song would maximize short-term profits.

The country of Xia had a complete copyright law, and the commercial benefits of songs had diversified. As long as the song became popular and was enduring, copyright revenue would steadily flow in.

This was the first bucket of gold and represented a beautiful hope for a bright future.

As for "Blue and White Porcelain," he didn't plan to release it so soon. It was just a heads-up for Pei Muchan to avoid abruptness later on.

Pei Muchan naturally had an air of classical beauty, and if she were to wear a fitted teal cheongsam, it would be spectacular. Frankly, he wasn't coveting Pei Muchan's body.

"Blue and White Porcelain," even if written, would be kept under wraps for the time being. After all, Pei Muchan would take the bait eventually, and once "Qing Tian" hit the market, the price for new songs would be different.

Friendship aside, when it came to buying songs, it was a separate matter to be dealt with according to market rate.

A photo of Lin Wanzhou sitting in the back seat of a car, her face tense, not looking at the camera, with her hands clutching the hem of her clothing. The caption was just two words.

[Goodnight]

No one had liked it, he thought about it but didn't, and just swiped away.

In the game, the young boy's anguished howls ripped through the air as Daddy Kai ran rampant across the map. Xu Qingyan glanced over and decisively chose a different path.

It wasn't until his eyelids began to fight that he finally drifted off to deep sleep.

The next day.

Before he woke up, Xu Qingyan vaguely heard a knocking sound, his whole body still enveloped in sleep. He reached for his phone to look, 6:30 in the morning.

Two missed calls, from Shen Jinyue.

At that moment, the knocking started again.

He couldn't take it anymore, and dialed back, keeping his patience for that one second waiting for the call to connect.

"Hello!" Shen Jinyue's voice was cheery.

"Stop knocking, what's up?" he asked, fearing there was really a matter to attend to.

"Xu Qingyan, I'm hungry, take me to breakfast!"

Boom! His head buzzed.

"Are you sick, Shen Jinyue, knocking this early in the morning?" Xu Qingyan started his tirade, "Do you know what time I stayed up studying last night?"

"You.... stayed up studying?" Shen Jinyue's voice was filled with doubt.

"I'm sick of you, sleeping at three, up at six, even the King of Hell would praise my good health." Xu Qingyan sighed, as he was already awake what more could he do, "Wait downstairs, I'll come down in a bit!"

After washing up and getting ready for a while, ten minutes later Xu Qingyan came downstairs dressed.

"Hello!! Hello!" Shen Jinyue stood up from the sofa on the first floor, waving at him vigorously, "Take me to breakfast!"

With eyes like those of a dead fish, he wandered through the living room, ignoring Shen Jinyue's greeting, yawned, and said with a sleepy face.

"For today's breakfast, you're paying."