Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity

Going upstairs.

Despite the plethora of vexing matters, Xu Qingyan wasn't panicked in the slightest—in fact, he almost felt like laughing.

By nine o'clock, Pei Muchan was already in the office.

She wore a light black knitted dress that showed off her slender figure and an aura as ethereal as smoke. Sitting in front of the computer with a cup of steaming coffee on her desk.

As Xu Qingyan approached and was about to greet her, he noticed that Pei Muchan had even put on some orange-brown eyeshadow. Her phoenix eyes were long and narrow, her eyelashes thick—just a blink was heart-stoppingly beautiful.

It gave a sense of eternity in a single glance.

He thought to himself no wonder Pei Muchan, even after being out of the limelight for a year or two, still had such high popularity when she was on a romance reality show. He hadn't realized it amid the sea of beauties, but Pei Muchan's looks truly stood out.

"What's with that look?"

"Nothing... your eye makeup looks quite nice, did you hire a makeup artist?"

"I did it myself, it's the one I am most satisfied with." Pei Muchan lifted her head, caught Xu Qingyan's eye for a second and suddenly smiled, everything said without words.

The storm was coming, yet the both of them were relaxed.

No one was rushing, no one yelling, and no one was anxiously pacing back and forth. He had gone for a run in the morning, had breakfast, and she had applied a satisfying makeup look in the morning.

Just like going into battle, both had adjusted to their most comfortable state, ready to deal with the unexpected issues left over from yesterday.

"Things are not as bad as we thought, some comments can be reported and blocked." Pei Muchan spoke cheerfully, pointing at the computer, "I've communicated in advance with various major websites, explaining the situation to them."

"If this kind of abnormal data appears again, we hope they will provide us with a special solution. Some websites agreed; others haven't responded or just ignored us."

"Then let's not bother with them, they just don't recognize the importance of 'Qing Tian'." Xu Qingyan said leisurely, "Are you free now? Can you help me record a video?"

Pei Muchan hesitated for a moment, doubtful.

"I do have time, but actually it's not necessarily a must..."

"I know, this doesn't necessarily have to be a bad thing." Xu Qingyan said, "Even if I do nothing, I have to bear the criticism; might as well catch this wave of traffic."

Seeing Xu Qingyan insisting, she sighed, and didn't try to persuade him anymore.

Before leaving, he turned his head to take another look at Pei Muchan, his form pausing slightly as he spoke.

"I don't know if this is the right thing to do, but I have to try. There's more than one way to skin a cat. I have a stake in 'Qing Tian' too; even if I'm not as capable as you, I still want to do something for it."

"Even if the efforts this time don't lead to a good outcome, it's okay. 'Qing Tian' will not forever be hidden in the shadows. Like you, it belongs to a much larger stage."

"If you're tired, just tell me, I'll write another 'Qing Tian' for you."

Pei Muchan stood there, dazed, listening to him say that if it didn't work out, he'd write another 'Qing Tian' for her. The most unadorned encouragement, his tone utterly sincere.

It was as though he was just short of telling her, failure doesn't matter. If you can't write songs, I'll write them for you, until the day you make your comeback, until you reach the pinnacle.

Until becoming... the star that everyone looks up to... the queen of the stage.

For a moment, her eyes became moist, and she blinked. She looked up, not allowing any tears to fall, afraid they would ruin her eyeshadow and make her look like a smeared cat.

If every dark day had its purpose, Pei Muchan felt, then perhaps these years of decline and torment were just her accumulating luck, bumping into someone just like her.

She was well aware that Xu Qingyan was much more resilient than her. Perhaps because he was born under an unlucky star, his shell was hard like an invincible iron armor.

When life is unsatisfactory, he would charge into battle with that iron armor on.

"Yes, okay," Pei Muchan nodded, and fearing her tone wasn't sincere enough, she added, "I believe in you, you must write songs for me."

"Xu Qingyan."

He nodded and pushed the door open.

At nine-thirty in the morning, sunlight filled the second-floor corridor of the studio, with fine dust gently floating in the rays. Xu Qingyan walked ahead, Pei Muchan followed two steps behind, on tiptoe, her steps light.

"Should we start?" Pei Muchan asked, after practicing the guitar. She looked up at Xu Qingyan, who was also holding a guitar as if ready to play.

"We sho—"

Ding-dong!

Before he could finish, a message suddenly popped up on his mobile banking WeChat account—he didn't use the SMS service because it was expensive.

[Transaction Success Alert], August 24th, 10:25 AM, Interbank transfer in (ending in 0908), RMB 300,000.00, account balance RMB 306,834.18.

The transaction description is salary.

Wow, the program airs today, so they're making the payment at the very last minute, huh. Although they did indeed make the final payment a half month later, this is still a bit too much of a drag.

He glanced at the balance, his eyelid twitched slightly, and he switched his phone to silent mode without a word.

"Alright, I'm ready on my side," Xu Qingyan lifted his head, straightened his back, "Let's start recording now, bring the camera closer, and capture half of the guitar."

"Why?"

"To create some controversy, increase interaction."

Pei Muchan: "..."

This "interaction" wasn't exactly a word with positive connotations—she had seen more than a few manipulative practices, and for the first time, she was fishing for netizens' nasty comments.

"Have we started?" he asked, looking up.

"Yes."

The guitar intro began, accompanied by the rustling sound of a male's low and flat voice.

"The little yellow flower from that story~...."

The recording studio had excellent sound quality, and the singing never felt muffled. Coupled with the warm summer sunshine, Xu Qingyan's voice instantly gave off a youthful campus vibe as soon as he opened his mouth.

The tender feeling unique to that age was gently shattered and mixed into the entire song.

Riding on the wind, the song came to an end.

"How was that? Did it record well?" Xu Qingyan's demeanor switched instantly.

"Yes, it recorded well." Pei Muchan pressed the stop button, got up, and after watching for a while said, "It's pretty good, no need to record a second take."

"Wait for me a moment, I'll have someone below process the audio,"

"Alright."

The day passed in a flurry of activity, and finally the evening arrived for the premiere of "Love Hunter"; the program team seemed to have sold it for a good price.

The premiere time was even on Zi Channel's prime time slot, 8:02 pm.

Xu Qingyan and Pei Muchan huddled in front of the computer and took an interested look at the start of the show, estimating that it would last two hours, so they parted ways and each headed home.

Time to get off work.

The video had already been transferred to Xu Qingyan's computer. While driving, he planned to upload Qing Tian's cover to his Weibo account after the program finished airing, around ten o'clock.

In addition, he planned to register on a bunch of video websites and post it everywhere.

During a red light, he glanced at Lin Wanzhou's WeChat and noticed she hadn't replied all day; he had no idea what her situation was actually like.

The traffic ahead was unceasing, and the night was thick.

Xu Qingyan's fingers lightly tapped on the steering wheel, his thoughts gradually coalescing. He just wanted to sell some songs, make some money—everybody happy, no fuss.

He had originally hoped that Lin Wanzhou and Pei Muchan would give him a hand. Now it seemed they were having trouble keeping afloat themselves. Times of trouble truly reveal one's character.

His instinct, honed by the struggles through the societal mire, told him that there was an opportunity here. Perhaps he ought to be more aggressive.

There was no concrete plan, just a fleeting thought that flashed through his mind like a bolt of lightning.

But the next second, he calmed down again.

He was able to lend a hand to Pei Muchan because she had opened a studio, and the two communicated face-to-face.

This actually saved a lot of needless complications. The employees were well-behaved and no one dared to overstep with the boss's friend of the opposite sex.

There were layers between him and Lin Wanzhou: the talent agency, the agents... Other than talking face-to-face during the reality show, they contacted each other by phone.

For now, the person dealing with the company on behalf of Lin Wanzhou was her agent, Sister Yun.

In such a scenario, as an amateur, he couldn't really help much against the massive talent agency. The most he could offer Lin Wanzhou was some emotional support.

Just as he parked, Zhou Mian sent a message.

"Bro! Have you watched the show? The ratings are through the roof!"

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