Chapter 575: Daddy, Can You Sing Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star?

No use wasting it; after all, SHE won't be able to sing these songs herself anymore, as her former label, Huayan Records, controls everything tightly.

"Isn't it said that finding you to write songs is very difficult? Why does it look not difficult at all to me?"

On the set of "Writing Poems for You," seeing Zhou Yi hang up the phone, Qin Lan, who had already finished all her scenes in this music video today, stood up from the ground, brushed the dust off her buttocks, and cast a curious gaze toward him.

Everyone in the industry is spreading rumors that Zhou Yi is hard to get for a single song, leading to a daily increase in requests for Jay Chou, Wang Lihong, Tao Zhe, and others; these three are considered Zhou Yi's lower-tier substitutes in the eyes of record companies.

Oh, perhaps one more newcomer who also became famous thanks to Zhou Yi should be added—Lin Junjie from Singapore.

This person is also quite strong at composing; Wang Xinling's hit single "When You" that exploded across both sides of the strait and in Hong Kong and Macau this year was written by him. Adding the "Remember" selected by Zhou Yi for Yanzi and some songs written for A-Du before, he can be said to have risen powerfully.

"Is there a possibility that asking me to write songs can be extremely difficult if it's difficult, and extremely simple if it's simple?"

Putting the Nokia into his pocket, Zhou Yi turned around, leaned against the piano, pressed a few notes on the keys, and smiled: "You know, I have no interest in money; I only write songs based on personal favors."

Qin Lan rolled her eyes and made a contemptuous gesture toward the man—

During these days of filming the music video, traveling from Shangrao back to the Imperial Capital, after getting familiar with Zhou Yi, the Northeast big girl personality in her character was no longer suppressed: "Only you can say such words; if anyone else said it, they'd be roasted to death."

With the money Zhou Yi has earned now, even if he retired on the spot, it would be enough for him to party until the next life.

Ten billion, oh ten billion, enough to spend for a lifetime and never run out.

Moreover, the money in Zhou Yi's account is more than just ten billion.

"That's not quite right; mainly, making songs takes time. If it's not for social exchanges, wasting time to earn that little bit of money is better spent playing a bit more myself."

Zhou Yi, with his arms crossed over his chest, shrugged and tapped his toe on the wooden floor beneath: "Making songs is very troublesome."

"You're awesome, so you decide."

Qin Lan, carefree as ever, slapped Zhou Yi's shoulder and issued an invitation: "Filming wrapped up today; isn't there a wrap-up banquet to see me off?"

"Come on, do you think this is a movie? A wrap-up banquet?"

Zhou Yi snorted and mimicked a Northeastern accent to retort.

Setting aside other things, the "contagiousness" of the Northeastern dialect passed from person to person is truly strong.

During these days filming with Qin Lan as the female lead, she merely publicly taught Zhou Yi a few phrases of Northeastern dialect, but the result directly skewed the speaking trend of the entire crew, so that now when he is with her, Zhou Yi always speaks in a Northeastern accent to make jokes.

To an outsider like Zhou Yi, it was purely a dialect that came with built-in comedic attributes.

"Damn, so stingy? I was even thinking that after you held a wrap-up banquet just for me, whether I could get on the 'Warner Love Stories' series."

Qin Lan's brows were full of teasing: "You don't know how popular this concept is online right now; Tianya Forum directly opened a special topic titled 'Warner Love Stories' with you as the protagonist, focusing on collecting love stories between you, this Warner Emperor, and related female stars as archival data."

"Writing 'The Emperor's Daily Life' here?" Zhou Yi unconsciously raised an eyebrow, his eyes furrowing into mismatched sizes out of speechlessness.

Qin Lan laughed so hard her branches swayed: "Hey, you got it right."

"However, the total number of concubine names on that daily life record leans more toward foreigners, leading many to think you are winning glory for the country. Honestly, Zhou Yi, this is the first time I've seen someone with so many scandals yet receiving such a positive evaluation."

If a male celebrity frequently has scandals, but only with domestic female stars, it's somewhat like being fierce only within one's own camp.

But if a male celebrity has more scandals and women abroad than domestically, then many passersby would mostly give a thumbs up, exclaiming that you are winning glory for the country and strongly injecting Chinese genes into foreign female stars.

This is reality; even in the mobile internet era, it remains so, never changing.

Zhou Yi proudly raised his head: "As long as I am originally a ruin, there will never be a house to collapse."

You're even getting proud? Am I praising you?

Qin Lan's finger slid to the man's chin, her eyes narrowing as she teased: "That's not necessarily true; if I immediately announce to the outside world that you are actually a virgin, wouldn't your house collapse then?"

"Without evidence, how can you prove it? Be careful, or I'll sue you for defamation." Zhou Yi's lips curved into a half-smile, unmoved.

"Tsk, what a pity; I was even thinking if I could get written into one of your songs, to get a title for free and boost my fame."

The woman looked regretful, then smiled gently: "Looks like there's no hope."

"You still want to be written into one of my songs? Your heart is quite big; aren't you afraid your future boyfriend will get jealous?"

"What kind of talk is that? Who doesn't have a youthful past? Look at Tao Zhe's 'Melody'; the whole country knows this song is about his ex-girlfriend Melody, yet nothing happened; she still dated a billionaire with assets in the hundreds of millions."

Speaking to this point, Qin Lan felt somewhat emotional, placed her hands on the piano, stood shoulder to shoulder with the man, and then teased: "My request isn't high; if you really write one, remember to make the song simple, preferably one that isn't complex and isn't hard to sing."

"That way, when I go to KTV in the future, I can still order it, which would be very face-saving."

Zhou Yi glanced at her sideways: "There's not even a single stroke of the character 'eight' yet, and you're already picking and choosing?"

"You won't even let me dream?" Qin Lan retorted generously: "After filming this music video with you, I might retire from the industry; what am I afraid of?"

On the Mid-Autumn Festival day, she was ultimately touched by her parents' phone calls, and over these days, she had already made preparations to return to her hometown to find a job.

And since she had already made preparations to retire from the industry, her mindset facing Zhou Yi naturally became much more normal.

In this world, it's not just men who are lustful; women are too; as the saying goes, you never know how proactive a girl can be when she gets lustful.

Looks are justice; moreover, Zhou Yi's personality isn't bad either.

Young, wealthy, and spirited, Zhou Yi was undoubtedly a big shot that Qin Lan would never get to contact again; since the MV filming was already over, if she didn't take the opportunity to experience "enjoy the wine while you can," there would definitely be no chance later.

If it were playing a game, "I slept with Zhou Yi" would count as an achievement.

This is the number one person in the Chinese music scene, the Emperor of Warner Records.

"You're dreaming too beautifully." Zhou Yi scoffed: "Do you think you're still acting in a Qiong Yao drama?"

"Don't say that; the character Zhizhua I played was set up as someone who schemed endlessly to sleep with the Fifth Prince."

"Come on, Zhizhua? At best, you're just a painting hung on a wall that no one asks about; Qiong Yao's evaluation shouldn't be taken seriously."

"Oh. So..."

Qin Lan tapped a few notes on the keys, and the intermittent "Twinkle, twinkle, little star" melody immediately rang out. She stood on tiptoe, leaned her head close to the man's ear, pinched her voice, and whispered softly: "Daddy, can you sing Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star?"

"..."

The heat of his breath lingered around the man's earlobe; that sweet, coquettish address was something very few men could resist.

Zhou Yi, who had been contemptuous before, fell silent for a while; facing the opposition of his little brother, he finally had to change his decision and acknowledged her scheming—

"I take back what I just said."

"What did you say?"

"If you are a painting, then you are absolutely a Van Gogh painting, the kind that countless people beg to marry."