[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-only-know-how-to-ride-the-trend":3,"chapter-i-only-know-how-to-ride-the-trend-i-only-know-how-to-ride-the-trend-chapter-47":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I Only Know How to Ride the Trend!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2343528,4580,"Chapter 47","i-only-know-how-to-ride-the-trend-chapter-47",47,"\u003Cp>Night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It grew deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jiali followed Zhou Yang back into the recording studio.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The recording studio was empty…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a few staff members yawned lazily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lights in the break room were dim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yang flipped through the song “Jiu Er,” his gaze gradually turning serious!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forget everything Hu Zi told you. When you sing this song, focus on one point: resentment, piercing sorrow, unwillingness to surrender…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“From now on, your name is not Zhang Jiali. You are, Chu Renmei!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the dim light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yang stared at Zhang Jiali, his expression growing solemn: “You are a Cantonese opera diva, born in a small mountain village at the end of the Republic era. You had a lover, but your marriage was arranged by your parents—in that feudal age, you had no choice but to marry your current husband, the village teacher Bu Wantiang…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A marriage without love is despair, yet you, bound by propriety, never did anything improper. You diligently managed this household, treating your husband as your heaven…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You thought this life would pass quietly and ordinarly—but no one expected your husband to fall into the habit of opium smoking…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even today, if someone in the family goes astray, it can ruin a household—how much more so for a family in the mountains…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One day, your husband, unable to repay his massive debts, knelt before you and begged you to repay them with your body…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“… ”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the break room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dressed in a suit, Zhou Yang told her a story of “Chu Renmei” in his uniquely heavy voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she listened, Zhang Jiali grew momentarily dazed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few days ago, her parents back home called her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The call held no warmth, no concern—only a furious scolding for why she hadn’t sent her salary yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She held back her tears, trying to explain, but her parents didn’t listen—they only urged her to return home and get married…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s generous…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s willing to pay three cows and a fortune in bride price…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’ve already taken it. Come home and live with him…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the call, her parents’ voices were always unchallengeable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a few words, they sold her—three cows—to a forty-year-old crippled cattle farmer from the next village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pleaded endlessly over the phone…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying she could earn more, that she’d send more money back, as long as they didn’t force her to marry…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew well—the cattle farmer beat women. His first wife had been driven away by his abuse…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet her desperate pleas only brought a torrent of furious curses…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Worthless girl,” “What did we raise you for?” “Ungrateful wretch,” “Are you so eager to cut ties with us?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All these cruel words pierced her heart…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You feel like a commodity—always ready to be sold…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Looking at your husband, writhing in agony, begging for forgiveness…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What choice do you have?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You softened. You reluctantly agreed to his demand…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just as you closed your eyes, ready to open the door and face your shame, you were caught red-handed by the villagers…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Countless accusations and curses crushed you beneath their feet…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yet to preserve your husband’s family honor, his clean reputation as a scholar, you confessed to the crime of adultery…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You were beaten by furious villagers, tortured, struck on the head with stones—pain sent you reeling into unconsciousness again and again. The filthy curses in your ears brought you the worst malice and humiliation this world could offer—almost everyone hated you…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yet you never resisted. You thought only of your husband—you dared not speak a word. Finally, you were beaten to death by stones, your body abandoned in the wild…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You felt no regret. Your only belief was your husband’s love. Until death, you told yourself: he loved you. All of this was merely fate’s cruel twist…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just as you were about to find peace, the child you raised since infancy wept and told you the truth…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It was all your husband’s scheme—he met the daughter of Guangzhou’s richest money house and plotted adultery to destroy you, so he could marry the wealthy heiress…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All that ‘deep affection’ was a lie…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You were the only one playing this solitary drama…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the break room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yang’s voice was like a knife, slashing deep into Zhang Jiali’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she listened, tears streamed uncontrollably down her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, she trembled violently, sobbing helplessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She remembered the phone call from a few days ago…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She remembered all these years…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She remembered how desperately she had once yearned to be seen—only to be thrown into a corner, treated like a commodity, like a tool for earning money, utterly ignored…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grief, anguish, rage, resentment, hatred!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was not Chu Renmei…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who could say she wasn’t the next Chu Renmei?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the recording studio.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yang finished the story and looked at Zhang Jiali, crouched on the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Zhang Jiali’s face was drenched in tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yang did not hand her a tissue—he checked the time…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Remember this emotion!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t think about singing techniques, don’t think about your voice…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just remember this emotion—and burn it deep into your soul…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go in and record!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here are the lyrics!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Same melody…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve revised the lyrics slightly!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jiali took the sheet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She read a line of lyrics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【He rejoices in his delight, while I am shattered in sorrow】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【My pain is known only to the moon; meeting is hard, parting is easy】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Now, the abandoned wife regrets too late—do you remember when we once laughed like phoenixes together?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【…】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After reading the lyrics,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jiali nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, head bowed, she silently walked into the recording studio.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>………………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ready?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ready!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shall we begin?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The night grew deep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the recording studio.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Liang, who served as both sound engineer and recording technician, yawned and nodded to Zhang Jiali inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He adjusted the volume, put on his headphones, and began recording for clients as usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He yawned again, half-asleep, then turned and picked up the drink on the desk, taking a sip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the clock struck midnight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced at the time…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yawned again…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strange singing voice suddenly echoed beside his ear…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next second…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pupils shrank!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……………………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three a.m.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The recording studio.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Feng, the trembling sound engineer, staggered out of the studio and fumbled for his phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss, I—I—I… can you come pick me up…? After this, don’t call me for midnight shifts anymore…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s wrong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I—I—I’m freaking out, my legs are weak…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“???”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(There is a song called “The Afterlife of the Ghostly Encounter.” Do not search for it if you’re easily frightened. The general concept is similar to songs like “Jiu Er.”)\u003C\u002Fp>",1126,"2026-06-20T23:43:44.409Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","24e5220675463dc6e84508ac116cfaddb2831d638e5013bb96ab72725753e823","i-only-know-how-to-ride-the-trend-chapter-48","i-only-know-how-to-ride-the-trend-chapter-46",101,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-only-know-how-to-ride-the-trend-cover.jpg"]