The next day.
The hotel room was dim, the curtains tightly closed.
The smartphone screen on the bed suddenly lit up, buzzing nonstop.
Ji Chen groggily reached for his phone, the screen's light too piercing to open his eyes. Still hungover with a bit of a headache, the room remained dark with the curtains drawn, his throat burning with irritation.
"Hello?"
"Still asleep, Young Master? It's eleven already, have you seen the trending searches?"
"Haven't checked." He turned over in bed, again hearing Li Mingwei call him Young Master, which irritated him further, he grumbled, "Went to a party last night, just woke up."
"Did you post in the middle of the night the day before yesterday? Attacking Xu Qingyan for covering Pei Muchan's song, mentioning copyright infringement and stuff?" Li Mingwei's tone carried a hint of helplessness.
"Yes, what's the issue?"
"What's the issue? The problem is huge, didn't I tell you not to comment recklessly?" The other side sighed, "Next time you drag someone, can you at least use an alternate account?"
"What happened? If there's an issue, spit it out, don't beat around the bush." Ji Chen sat up in the hotel bed, his slender fingers rubbing his temples, "Did that country bumpkin kick up a fuss?"
The room was dimly lit, with the phone screen casting a shadow on his side profile. His chiseled cheeks were angular and cold, exuding arrogance.
He couldn't even be bothered to glance at the trending searches, didn't want to see that country bumpkin's name. Even if it were to come down to a group confrontation, he refrained from using emotional language, as it was unseemly.
There was no need to make a big fuss over criticizing a country mutt, it would ruin his popularity with the general public.
"Kicking up a fuss?!!"
The voice came through the phone's speaker, somewhat ear-piercing.
"You've embarrassed yourself big time, do you realize that!" Li Mingwei snapped angrily, "The rights to Pei Muchan's song? He owns them! His studio directly debunked your claims!"
Trending Searches!
#MuChanStudioResponds#(Hot), #LinWanzhouTermination#(Hot), #TeacherXuLyricsMusic#(Hot), #"The One I Miss"#(Hot), #"Qing Tian"#(Hot).
These five trending searches were almost linked together, taking up half of the top ten spots.
The highest was #LinWanzhouTermination#, surging to second place on the trending list, followed by "The One I Miss," which stayed at the sixth spot.
Ji Chen originally intended to see Pei Muchan studio's response to the copyright issue but ended up, as if possessed, clicking on Lin Wanzhou's termination news.
He had seen Lin Wanzhou in person on a flight, and as the rumors said, she was a bit cold towards people, but she looked even better in person than on camera.
Pale skin, eyes as beautiful as crystal seeds, stunning even without makeup.
"The new song "The One I Miss"... Thanks to Teacher Xu for the lyrics and music, uncertain futures, winter waiting for spring! @Xu's Four Seasons."
Teacher Xu?
This "Xu's Four Seasons" ID, the more he looked at it, the more familiar it seemed, something was definitely off. It didn't seem to belong to a seasoned lyricist in their 50s or 60s, it resembled... that country bumpkin.
Ji Chen frowned more tightly the more he thought about it, trembling as he clicked on that overly flamboyant ID, instantly popping up someone's homepage. Xu's Four Seasons, Weibo official authentication.
"Love Hunter" male guest, independent lyricist and composer, real name authenticated as Xu Qingyan.
In that moment, Ji Chen's mind went blank. Flashes of Lin Wanzhou's post content, something about winter waiting for spring, calling him Teacher Xu.
Was this Lin Wanzhou? The Lin Wanzhou who was indifferent to everyone?
What the hell does winter waiting for spring mean!
It shouldn't be like this, was she on the wrong medication? Why Xu Qingyan again? Could he write songs? What good songs could he write, they were all so unremarkable!
After refreshing several times, he found that Xu Qingyan had no response yet.
The only two comments there were filled with mockery, hardly anyone believed Xu Qingyan could write songs, they were all half doubting and asking questions.