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Immediately after, all the entertainment newspapers rushed to publish the headlines. For a moment, the picture of Song Haojun appeared on every page …

The Asian blockade had long been defeated. Song Haojun had brought his mini album with him. He came back like a hot knife through butter, and no one could stop him.

Yan Zixian expected this to be the case.

He sat in the hospital with a foot-thick newspaper on the table and photos of Song Haojun scattered at his feet. In large black letters, they were all "The King's Return", "A Sales Miracle for the New Album", "The International Star", "The Chinese Whirlwind in the eyes of the Western Media" … And so on.

Han Tianning's photos also appeared frequently.

She was the same, always standing in the most inconspicuous places when taking pictures, always at the forefront when protecting artists.

The smile was still gentle and pleasant, and on the face of the child, there was a hint of childishness and sunshine, like an untainted flower.

Every picture of her showed a hand tightly holding hers.

There was hardly a single shot of her. Song held her hand tightly and said in front of the media: This album, my greatest thanks to my wife.

On the television, no matter which entertainment platform it was on, one would be able to see Song Haojun's face, as well as Han Tianning, who was tightly held by his hand.

He rubbed the center of his brows. Recently, he had been busy with the matters of his clan.

The family support room of the special ward was luxuriously decorated. All the facilities were available, and it was almost no different from a presidential suite.

He put a CD into the VCD, turned on the projector, and watched the scene slowly emerge.

He didn't want to buy the album by Song, because Malaysia was crazy too.

Even the nurse doctor was recommending pure music for the mini-album.

They said that the sound wave melody in this album, very consistent with the human body, can assist in healing, let people hope, full of love.

Inside this album, there were three piano pieces, and they were all melodies that he was familiar with.

At that time, Han Tianning was unconscious and every day, Zhuo Yifeng would play her a recorded song.

The melody was gentle, beautiful and full of love. With her extremely penetrating voice, she had to admit that Song Haojun truly had a talent for music.

This CD was bought by his mother and stored here.

His family, as long as they were women, were all infatuated with Song Haojun …

Yan Ziyan sank into the sofa and caressed his lips as he looked at the Oriental woman that had appeared on the wall.

She matched the truth of the wildflowers that filled the mountains with the same brilliance, yet also carried the traditional introverted elegance.

His heart couldn't stop hurting …

His words were getting more and more incomprehensible. 'Why didn't I catch her in the first place?'

"Young Master." Someone knocked lightly on the door.

Yan Zixian immediately turned off the screen and stood up. "Grandpa is awake?"

"Yes." The person outside replied.

Yan Zixian slightly tidied up his appearance and walked towards the room next door.

The old man's mind was no longer clear. He looked at the group of people surrounding the bed in confusion.

When Yan Zixian saw the huge ward filled with people, he could not help but feel even more disgusted.

Eldest Young Madam, Little Grandmother, Uncle, Second Uncle, Third Aunt, Fourth Aunt, Little Aunt, Cousin, Cousin …

The entire room was filled with people crying and feeling incomparably heartbroken. However, who would have thought that the reason behind their tears was all because of a scheme?

He was really tired. He hated being like these people, pretending to be filial and filial.

In fact, his relationship with his grandfather was very indifferent.

When he was young, he was trained by his clan and hoped to become a qualified heir. His impression of his grandfather was limited to the cold and tyrannical ancestors.

Every month's family reunion, he wanted to avoid it, didn't want to wear a mask to celebrate with them, it felt ridiculous, as if he was living in a feudal society.

But at the same time, the upper class also taught him how to use his identity to exchange for more people's admiration and respect.

Therefore, Yan Zhaoge felt both love and hatred towards such an environment …

He looked coldly at the crowd gathered around the bed, talking to his grandfather. He stood behind them and did not move.

His mother was kneeling by his bedside, desperately winking at him.

The old man on the bed didn't have his usual shrewd and ruthless aura. He panted and raised his trembling hand. The surrounding people were all waiting fearfully for his next move.

He couldn't say who his grandfather's finger was on, so he could get extra money.

But they were all disappointed. The old man's hands were trembling as he raised them into the air. Suddenly, his body froze, his throat began to creak, and his hands abruptly dropped down …

He had spent his life fighting in the shopping mall. Before he died, he had surrounded his family members in the sickroom. However, ever since he was hospitalized to the point of death, he had never said a single normal word.

Suddenly, the ward was filled with the cries of ghosts and the howls of wolves. The doctor hurriedly walked in, and the scene was a mess.

Yan Zixian turned around and walked out.

Finally, everything was peaceful and quiet. There was no longer a need to look at the ugly expressions on the faces of those people …

Was he too heartless?

His lips curled up into a cold smile. He didn't want to care about the will anymore. Anyway, his parents weren't easy to deal with. Anyone he could get would definitely get it all.

Go see the maple leaves again, he thought.

When the funeral procession was held, the scene was magnificent.

The legendary figure of the business world, the leader of the Yan Group who rose and fell in his hands, finally died in Malaysia.

At the same time as his funeral, people speculated more about the distribution of his property.

The celebration had seven wives, many children, and the old man's bones had yet to turn cold. He had already been involved in a dispute over the will, and was on the verge of entering a lawsuit.

At this time, Yan Zixian suddenly resigned from his position as the board member of Yan's Group and disappeared from the eyes of the media.

Han Tianning has just returned to China to advertise his new album.

Who would have thought that in the era of piracy, Song Haojun's album was already sold out in just three days, so they immediately took advantage of the situation to prepare a second album.

During this period of time, they had written nearly 30 melodies. The first album only recorded 5 of them. Initially, the mini-album was only for the sake of compressing the cost and also to create a good piece of platinum quality music to test the market.

Now that the market was in full swing, the second album that followed would be released immediately after the popularity of the album had not yet subsided. Naturally, the popularity of this album would skyrocket.

This was a huge gain for Song Haojun. His status continued to rise, and countless international names asked him to endorse them. In fact, the price was now at nine digits.

Han Tianning hurriedly went back to his days as an assistant.

No, busier than that.

This was because she wasn't just an assistant, but also Song Haojun's manager and manager.

An Mo was currently Song Haojun's manager, so she had a lot of things to take care of.

In his busy life, Han Tianning saw the news of the "Yan celebratory illness, the resignation of the young directors of the Yan Group, and the reconstitution of the Yan Group".

On Song Haojun's most popular talk show, Han Tianning was at the back of the stage, calling Yan Zixian's number.

Although she hadn't taken the initiative to contact him, she still cared about him.

After all, half of her life was given by Young Master Yan.

Furthermore, in her heart, she had always felt that the two of them should be friends, friends who supported each other, friends who were through thick and thin.

The phone in the period of talking is off.

Han Tianning was very worried. She heard from the newspapers and friends that he seemed to be tired of arguing over property. After he resigned, he disappeared without a sound, not knowing where to go.

If he were to give up his wealth, where could he run to?

Han Tianning asked Qian Qu, but he didn't know.

It was said that Yan Zhaoge's parents were furious. They issued a warrant for his arrest, and even sent out police officers in the hopes of getting Yan Zhaoge back.

If he couldn't even find the Yan Clan, then he must have gone to a place no one else knew, much less himself.

Han Tianning frowned dejectedly. She had always hoped that one day, she would be able to find someone she loved and become friends with.

Just like before, she could smile innocently and design clothes for her …

Wei Ning walked out from the broadcast room next door. He looked very tired, his entire body had lost a lot of weight, and his original childish face had become a bit sharper.

He also happened to be on a financial program, and since the stock market had been in turmoil recently and had plummeted, the television station's financial program had invited him to give a weekly lecture.

The recording hall was right next to Song Haojun's.

"Wei Ning, what's going on? So listless. " Just as Han Tianning was about to say something, he turned around and saw Wei Ning sitting dejectedly on a reclining chair. He asked with concern.

"I'm fine." Wei Ning tried his best to cheer up a bit and said unhappily.

"I think your health is just as bad as the stock market." Han Tianning sighed and sat down next to his cousin. He reached out and touched his forehead. "Why is it that you do as I tell you every day, just like you do?"

"Eat well, drink well, sleep well." Wei Ning replied weakly.

Although the stock market fell sharply, it was a great opportunity for a stock speculator like him. Besides, Wei Ning was not only a stock futures specialist, he was also a financial adviser and investment adviser.

So, it wasn't because the stock market plummeted that Wei Ning was depressed.

He's had a problem in recent months...

He had kissed countless times, but he was getting more and more annoyed when he saw different women.

He was close to becoming obsessive-compulsive in love, and because of the number of times he had experienced it, his sensitivity to women's aesthetic standards had been decreasing, resulting in him looking at women with the same face …

"Wei Ning, did he come out of his house after living in it for too long?" Han Tianning withdrew his hand and placed it on his wrist. He bit his lips and tried his best to diagnose his cousin.

"I went to the gym." Wei Ning waved his hand weakly and said.

"Your life is too boring. Looking at the computer and the red and green lines, they are definitely a part of your health." Han Tianning's eyes turned slightly before he suddenly said joyfully, "Cousin, are you interested in taking an MV?"

"I've been feeling sick from the cameras recently." Wei Ning shook his head. He didn't even want to come to the studio.

"The next album, MV in Switzerland, by the Rhine, is beautiful." Han Tianning deliberately said in an exaggerated tone, "You don't want to go out and relax?" "We can only eat and play …"

"Who's the female lead?" Wei Ning finally asked with a little bit of interest.