Chapter 190

"My master has already screwed over Grandpa Yu's eighteen generations of ancestors."

"Little Martial Uncle, you must be..."

"Bah!" Su Meng said irritably.

"Did you bring your brain when you went out?"

"Didn't you hear clearly what I just said?"

"This time, besides the Funeral Dirge, I'll also record 'Shanhe Tu'..."

"Little Martial Uncle, are you serious?" Xiao Yueyue's crying stopped abruptly, and he instantly came to life.

"What do you think?" Su Meng's face was full of contempt.

"If I'm going to screw someone over, it'd be your master. Screw you? That'd just lower my seniority for no reason!"

"I knew Martial Uncle was the best!"

Xiao Yueyue scampered over in a flash, raising a pair of chubby little fists to gently pound Su Meng's back.

A humble smile still plastered on his face.

"Martial Uncle, I'll take on all the jobs—serving tea, pouring water, massaging shoulders, and pounding backs!"

"Martial Uncle, how's this pressure?"

"Don't worry, I'll definitely serve you well, old man, and make you very comfortable..."

Hmm? Su Meng's gaze suddenly turned dangerous...

'Shanhe Tu'?

Liu Tianxian and Boss Yang exchanged a glance, suddenly remembering this point.

Right! How could this old lady have forgotten that song?

Since Su Meng has proper songs besides the Funeral Dirge, then...

As if they'd planned it, the two women rushed over at once.

Shoving Xiao Yueyue aside, each grabbed one of Su Meng's hands.

Liu Tianxian held Su Meng's left hand, her big innocent pure eyes blinking pitifully.

"Brother Su Meng, won't you take me along?"

"I can serve tea and pour water, and make beds and fold quilts too. I'll definitely serve you well."

Boss Yang wasn't about to be outdone either.

It's just a competition of acting skills? As if I'm not an actress too.

Her gaze instantly turned hazy, rippling like a pool of water.

"Boss, I know massage—my massage technique is really good."

"Even Reba said it felt comfortable."

"You're also the first male boss I've massaged..."

"I have all the equipment ready anywhere—when can I start my shift... clock in?"

Xiao Yueyue watched from the side, utterly dumbfounded.

Are female stars these days really this competitive?

Even serving tea, pouring water, massaging, and pounding backs have people fighting over them?

But... why do I feel like crying so much?

Why doesn't anyone treat me like that...

On the other side, Deng Ziqi has already been stunned.

Have you got it wrong? Seems like I'm the real musician here, right?

Just now you were all swarming around me, each one swearing solemnly, and now you've defected just like that?

Bah! Slutty women!

Sure enough, the prettier a woman is, the better she is at lying!

I'm still the most honest one and won't lie... Hmm? Something seems off about that statement?

Deng Ziqi fell into deep contemplation...

Can't hold on anymore! Really can't hold on anymore!

Su Meng has already been about to raise the white flag and surrender.

I'm still a virgin this lifetime, alright?

One pure jade maiden, one enchanting vixen—one slender and graceful, one fiery and domineering.

When these two team up to use a honey trap, what man could stand it?

If it weren't for me being a Honglangman VIP-P in my past life, I'd have already embarrassed myself long ago, alright?

But... I really can't hold on anymore!

In his daze, Su Meng has already lost his resistance.

"Fine, fine, fine, then the three of us will do it together!"

"Awesome!" Liu Tianxian and Boss Yang excitedly jumped up at once.

Only Xiao Yueyue was about to cry.

How did my job get snatched again?

"Martial Uncle... won't you take me along to play?"

"Scram!" Su Meng, Liu Tianxian, and Boss Yang roared in unison.

Wah… Xiao Yueyue really couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out crying…

……

Deng Ziqi looked left and right, seeming to feel a bit isolated.

As for Hua Chenyu, he was in the same boat… Ptooey! Who's that?

After thinking for a moment, Deng Ziqi suddenly clenched her teeth and made a decision.

"Su Meng, aren't you going to record 'Shanhe'?"

"Do you want to come with me?"

"The recording studio I'm using this time belongs to Liu Huan Laoshi."

"I'll have a good word with him and get him to coach you a bit."

"At worst… at worst…" she hesitated again and again, then stomped her foot hard.

"At worst I'll have a good talk with Liu Huan Laoshi and get him to let you record those three hundred suona funeral pieces in the studio…"

Huh? Su Meng froze for a moment.

What a coincidence?

So the recording studio you're using belongs to Liu Huan?

Before he could speak, Boss Yang was already nodding frantically.

"Great, great, Ziqi, then have a good word with Liu Huan Laoshi."

"That way we can all hang out together again."

In her heart, however, a wicked thought flashed by.

Fine, then let's all go together.

If by any chance Su Meng really does press-gang people into recording funeral music, every last one of us is roped in — none of us can escape!

That's what you call a family has to stay together, neat and tidy…

Huh? Since when did the few of us become a family?

Seeing Su Meng say nothing, Deng Ziqi took it as tacit approval and promptly pulled out her phone.

She dialed the number, her voice carrying a note of respect.

"Hello, Liu Laoshi."

"Oh, it's Ziqi, what's up?" On the other end of the line, Liu Huan seemed to be in a good mood.

"It's like this, Liu Laoshi, I was thinking of heading over in a bit to finish recording that song. Would that be convenient for you?"

"Come on over, the sooner we finish recording, the sooner the song gets released."

Deng Ziqi hesitated for a moment, then said timidly.