Chapter 28: We

Zhang Xian remembered that his father's professional skill and health level were both B-grade.

According to the system's classification, professional skills and health each have seven levels: E, D, C, B, A, S, S+!

At the time, Zhang Xian thought his father's health level was a bit low, but after asking the system assistant Pingping, he found his own health level was only C, so he stopped worrying much about his father's health.

Chu Yourong's health level was A-grade, indicating she was extremely healthy.

Now Zhang Xian understood why the system only displayed the Lying Flat Assistant's professional skill and health levels.

Professional skill is the craft for earning money; health is the foundation for earning money!

Only with a good body and solid professional skill can he earn money!

Thoughtful!

Zhang Xian felt delighted, and his gaze at Chu Yourong changed—he wasn't just a beauty or a star, she was his human money-printing machine!

"Pingping, has the system upgraded?"

Zhang Xian had another question: how to bind more Lying Flat Assistants? His system had been LV1, allowing only one Lying Flat Assistant; theoretically, he shouldn't be able to bind two.

"Yes, Host. The system is currently LV2."

"From now on, your daily check-in base reward will increase to 20,000 yuan."

Nice!

Hearing the answer, Zhang Xian's face instantly lit up with a brilliant smile.

"What are you smiling about?"

"Did I hit on your secret?"

"You really want to find your first love, don't you!"

Zhang Xian said nothing, only grinned foolishly; Chu Yourong immediately shot him a furious glare.

"I'm not going specifically to look for her, but next weekend Liu Dongxu is getting married—unless something unexpected happens, we'll definitely see her!"

"By the way, Dong Xu wanted you to be the witness at his wedding, but I brushed him off, saying you're too busy with work."

Zhang Xian said as he poured himself more wine.

"Who gave you the right to decide for me? You're turning heaven upside down!" Chu Yourong pouted.

"So you mean you can go?"

"Of course I can!"

"Perfect, I'll tell Dong Xu then!"

Zhang Xian took a sip of his beer, a sly glint flashing in his eyes.

Yesterday, Liu Dongxu had come specially to his house, asking if Chu Yourong could attend as witness, and whether Zhang Xian would be there too.

At the time, Chu Yourong's contract issue hadn't been resolved, and Zhang Xian thought it wasn't a big deal, so he bragged that he didn't need to ask Chu Yourong—his girlfriend listened to him!

His family status was crystal clear.

But unexpectedly, today their agreement ended, and after days of interaction, Zhang Xian had come to understand Chu Yourong fairly well.

This girl's whole thing was "rebellious"—the more you told her not to do something, the more she'd do it!

The best way to deal with someone like that was reverse psychology.

And sure enough, Zhang Xian only needed a small trick to make Chu Yourong fall for it.

"By the way, aren't you planning to release a new song? I'll write one for you later!"

Zhang Xian added.

"You'll write me a song?"

"'Apple Fragrance'!"

Chu Yourong sneered slightly: "Do you think I match the vibe of 'Apple Fragrance'?"

"I'm a creator—I don't just write songs like 'Apple Fragrance'."

"Besides, what's ethnic is universal—I think 'Apple Fragrance' isn't tacky at all, it's actually distinctive!"

Zhang Xian spoke confidently.

"Who said 'Apple Fragrance' is tacky? I just think it doesn't match my style!"

"I already said I can write other types of songs!"

Zhang Xian lifted his cup and downed it in one gulp, then declared boldly: "In ancient times, Li Bai wrote a hundred poems after drinking a jug; today, Zhang Xian writes one song after three cups!"

"Hong Jie, bring me a pen!"

Zhang Xian shouted to the bar owner standing behind the counter.

He was a regular and knew Hong Jie well.

"What do you need?"

The place was noisy; Hong Jie, focused on accounting, hadn't heard him clearly.

"A pen and paper."

Zhang Xian shouted back.

"Coming!"

Hong Jie replied with a smile, bringing the pen and paper: "Xiaoxian, what are you up to?"

"Just writing something."

Zhang Xian planned to show off—he'd copy down "Dignity" in front of Chu Yourong to shock her.

"Alright, go ahead and write."

Hong Jie called out and went back to work.

Chu Yourong looked at Zhang Xian with utter disbelief: "Three cups of wine for one song? You'll be drinking until next year!"

"That was the second cup."

"Only one cup left!"

Zhang Xian didn't rush to copy the song; instead, he filled the third cup to the brim.

"Pfft~"

"You think you're Cao Zhi, composing poetry in seven steps?"

Although Chu Yourong came from a girl group, she was also a professional singer and knew well how hard it was to write an original song.

"What if I write one?"

Zhang Xian asked, squinting.

"Do whatever you want!"

Chu Yourong snorted coldly.

"So you'll do whatever I tell you?"

"Uh, sure!"

Zhang Xian's gaze turned lecherous; Chu Yourong hesitated, but still agreed—she didn't believe Zhang Xian could write a song in such a short time.

"OK!"

"A gentleman's word is binding—four horses can't catch it!"

Zhang Xian lifted the cup and drank half; now only half a cup remained.

Then he began writing furiously on the paper.

At first, Chu Yourong paid no mind, thinking Zhang Xian was just bluffing, but as she watched, she grew uneasy—his expression was intensely focused, nothing like faking it.

About fifteen minutes later.

Zhang Xian stopped, then lifted the cup and drank the last half.

"There, finished!"

Zhang Xian handed Chu Yourong the copied lyrics of "Tǐmiàn."

Chu Yourong was stunned—regardless of the song's quality, writing a song in ten minutes was sheer genius!

After a brief moment of shock, Chu Yourong turned her attention to the paper in her hands.

Don't pile up nostalgia to make the plot melodramatic

After loving for so many years, why ruin the classic?

We're adults now, no debts, no obligations

Wasting time is my choice

The lyrics' style was utterly different from "Apple Fragrance"—it seemed to be about a breakup, and the rest of the lyrics confirmed Chu Yourong's guess.

A breakup should be dignified

No one needs to say sorry

What's there to owe?

I dared to give, so I dare to have my heart broken

Chu Yourong's slender eyebrows slowly knitted together; the words weren't stunning, but they were real—and piercing.

Especially since she had just "broken up" today—was this song written especially for her?

Our first meeting by the river, the agreement reached in the coffee shop, toasting over Japanese food, the evening breeze brushing past as she sat behind him on her electric scooter...

The voice calling "Chu Yourong, scold him" still echoed in her ears.

After reading the entire song, Chu Yourong fell silent for a long while, then slowly lifted her head. Only then did Zhang Xian notice her large eyes were misted with tears; she sniffled softly and whispered, "Zhang Xian, let's not break up, okay?"