Chapter 17

Principal was very happy, feeling very relieved.

But at this moment Wang Qi suddenly said: "His poem is written not bad, but he is a very low-quality person!"

Principal paused, then looked up at her.

The Director of Academic Affairs and the Student Council President Li Qiancheng also furrowed their brows.

He wondered if this student had some serious illness.

Can't tell that the principal is now very pleased, and also feels honored? And the words of appreciation and importance have already been spoken!

At this moment, standing up with no veiled criticism.

This is not good, compared to your leader saying in a meeting that this person's affairs are handled well, I value him, you just jump out and say he's a fart?

Still not giving someone a way out? But Wang Qi is like a fool, unaware of the problem, seeing everyone's attention drawn to her, he instead feels somewhat pleased in his heart, continues to speak.

"They, a group, resent the rich, spitting at others' luxury cars, extremely lacking in quality, so even if the poem is well-written, their character is no good!"

Upon hearing this, the principal understood clearly, discussing luxury car influence within the ivory tower of campus, truly improper atmosphere!

Moreover, this poem is in his hand; how could such poetry come from a person without morals, vulgar? Even if he were worse, he'd still have some measure, certainly not inherently lowly, capable of cultivating literary talent! Even if spitting at a super luxury car, it must have a reason; scholars have their pride! The principal's eyes widened, righteous: "Scholarly matters, how can they be called lacking quality!"

Longxi Road.

Light music was playing in a café, making it unusually quiet.

This is the place where Li Qinqin and Jiang Cheng agreed to meet.

At that moment, in a corner seat, two women pulled out chairs and sat down.

Li Qinqin wore a standard secretary outfit, with black-rimmed glasses, appearing exceptionally capable and efficient.

Below the waist she wore a suit skirt with black stockings, patent leather high heels on her feet, her legs pressed together under the table, slightly askew.

Fortunately, the café was nearly empty at the moment; otherwise, this flight attendant's standard sitting posture would definitely draw a lot of attention.

After arriving, she booked a private room, but considering many people dislike entering a private room with the opposite sex to discuss matters, as some ill‑intentioned individuals exploit this to create harassment or indecency for extortion.

So to make Mr. Jiang feel more at ease, she also reserved a seat outside, allowing her to wait for Mr. Jiang's arrival and freely choose where to talk.

"When Mr. Jiang arrives later, don't rush; if he's unwilling to write a song, you must absolutely not press him."

After sitting down, Li Qinqin greeted the woman in the bright red dress beside her: "Otherwise we'll annoy Mr. Jiang, mess up Boss's affair, and neither of us can bear the blame."

The woman in the red dress nodded solemnly: "Sister Qinqin, please rest assured, I will definitely pay attention!"

The speaking girl was Ye Qing, wearing a casual red dress.

Normally this color would be very eye‑catching, but on Ye Qing it suits her extremely well.

Ye Qing, twenty‑four years old.

Her features are three‑dimensional, her appearance gorgeous, possessing a unique beauty typical of Eastern women.

Between her glances she naturally carries an air of delicate charm tinged with sorrow—a woman who, without doing anything, merely sitting there easily evokes men's pity; what's more rare is that her voice is ethereal and mellow, with a slight husky quality.

She is a signed singer of Leisure Entertainment, but has always been lukewarm, barely getting by.

The main reason is that she lacks a representative work that matches her voice and image.

Last time she selected a song from the company's repertoire, "At Least Still Have You."

Attracted by the lyrics, she took it home to practice, then went to the recording studio for a preliminary recording.

After her agent and friends heard it, they all said this song would definitely make her a hit.

She herself was also very confident, because she found that whenever she sang, her emotion and rhythm could perfectly combine. But unknown who leaked her demo; it spread among a small circle of company colleagues, and upon hearing it many came to congratulate her, saying she would surely blow up this time.

But just then, Zhang Anqi found her and said only one sentence.

"I'm taking this song; you don't sing it."

Zhang Anqi is the female singer who receives the most tilted resources at Leisure Entertainment, because she has a powerful backer behind her.

For the song Zhang Anqi wants, she, a lukewarm little singer, has no say at all.

Even if she had already taken it back, even recorded it, the other party needed only a word to take it away! What followed is what everyone saw: Zhang Anqi suddenly released a very hot song that shot up the music charts.

Ye Qing merely thought that if she sang that song, perhaps it could reach number one on the charts—but such thoughts stayed in her heart; she could never say them out loud.

Fortunately, she had a good private relationship with the president's assistant, Li Qinqin, so Li Qinqin revealed to her that the song she had last chosen was written by a Mr. Jiang.

Moreover, this time she was meeting Mr. Jiang, who was willing to give her a chance and bring her along.

Ye Qing felt grateful and also nervous.

"Ye Qing, wait here a moment; I'm going to the restroom to touch up my makeup, I'll be right out." After arranging the scene, Li Qinqin stood up and said: "We arrived here over half an hour early; Mr. Jiang probably won't be that quick, so relax a bit, don't be so nervous."

"Mm‑hm." Ye Qing blinked her big eyes and nodded.

Li Qinqin smiled and rubbed her cheek, saying, "Those little flirtatious eyes of yours are really endearing."

Having said that, she turned, swayed her waist, and walked toward the restroom.

Outside the café.

A passing business car pulled over.

Inside the car sat Zhang Anqi, wearing an off‑shoulder outfit that bared her shoulders, her face made up with heavy smoky makeup, yet her looks and bearing were also excellent.

"Sister Anqi, Ye Qing is just a little singer, not even a star—why are we paying attention to her?"

The little assistant beside her asked doubtfully.

Zhang Anqi gave her a fierce glare: "Shut up, don't speak if you don't understand!"

The assistant's face turned white with fright, and she dared not say another word.

Zhang Anqi's gaze, through the window, met the café's floor‑to‑ceiling glass and looked inside.

She had just come back from the film set; as a singer, she had also managed to get a minor role in a production that Leisure Entertainment values highly.

This is thanks to the people who back her every day behind the scenes, and also inseparable from the fan traffic she now possesses.

And her traffic is closely related to that previous burst‑hit song.

The little assistant doesn't understand, but she herself is very clear.

That song was brought back by Li Qinqin, and she had suggested Ye Qing go pick it out, but later it was snatched away by her.

She had looked over the song's transaction data, but she didn't know exactly who the composer was.

Professional music critics in the circle all say that song's style is unique, a groundbreaking work.

So ever since then, Zhang Anqi has been keeping an eye on Ye Qing and Li Qinqin's movements.

Never expected that after returning from the film crew today, she would unexpectedly run into Li Qinqin and Ye Qing both going out together to a place like a coffee shop.

At that moment, Zhang Qi'an saw in the coffee shop a young boy sit down opposite Ye Qing.

(End of chapter)