Chapter 19: If even a dog can't suppress her, how can one suppress an older sister?

Jiang Cheng directly said, bring pen and paper.

One sentence left Li Qinqin and Ye Qing stunned.

Write on the spot? Two women, four eyes, different charms.

But soon, they reacted.

They thought Jiang Cheng must have prepared in advance; it's impossible that he would just write on the spot when he asked for a song.

"Yes, Mr. Jiang, please wait a moment."

Li Qinqin immediately moved her bag aside, took out her personal steel pen and a leather notebook.

After Jiang Cheng got the pen and notebook, to better confirm Ye Qing's voice, he said: "Why don't you sing a few lines a cappella, or if you have a recorded voice, play it for me to hear?"

"Ah?... Oh oh, okay!"

Ye Qing quickly agreed, then cleared her throat and took a breath.

But she had only sung two lines when Jiang Cheng waved his hand to stop her: "Hmm, you sang very well, don't sing anymore next time."

He had already grasped Ye Qing's vocal tone.

His judgment was correct; it really suited that song! But whether to say it or not, the rhythm of the few lines Ye Qing just sang...

It feels like insisting on using a brush to write pen characters—very inappropriate, like forcing a bow, losing points terribly.

Then Jiang Cheng lowered his head and started writing in the notebook.

Ye Qing sat beside him, her expression somewhat awkward, her face full of shame.

Li Qinqin sat beside him, but didn't notice this detail; she bit her lip, her eyes fixed on the pen in Jiang Cheng's hand.

Because it's highly possible that Mr. Jiang's stroke this time could again cultivate a traffic star for the company! Even if this possibility is small, Mr. Jiang has already proven his ability with facts beforehand!

Inside the business car outside the coffee shop.

Zhang Anqi said to the assistant beside her: "Stay here and watch that young man; remember, absolutely do not let him notice you."

"I need to know his whereabouts, or his address!"

The assistant had just been warned by Zhang Anqi; now feeling doubtful, but dared not say more, quickly nodded in agreement.

The assistant was left at the roadside; Zhang Anqi left ahead of time.

Actually she already had a guess in her mind.

Although she couldn't be 100% certain, when she previously intercepted the song Ye Qing had in hand, she had seen the composer's information from Kangwei.

He is a young person under twenty years old in East Asian age reckoning!

And this time Li Qinqin brought Ye Qing, dressed up, to meet such a young person; it's very likely the same person!

…

Inside the coffee shop, Jiang Cheng, who was focused on writing a song, didn't know what was happening outside.

All that could be seen was at the beginning of the notebook, he wrote the two words "Legend"!

Then he wrote while pondering, occasionally making revisions.

Mainly, he didn't have the complete score of the song "Legend" memorized in detail, so relying on memory, he restored and revised it bit by bit.

But this situation fell into the eyes of Li Qinqin and Ye Qing.

Both were stunned, looking at Jiang Cheng in disbelief.

Ye Qing tensed her body, not daring to speak, striving to control her emotions and gaze.

Her heart was truly in turmoil, very excited.

Because if the song Mr. Jiang was writing now had been prepared in advance, there would be no need to think like this.

Thus, from the current situation, Mr. Jiang's song is not prepared in advance but written on the spot.

Especially thinking back to the beginning, when Mr. Jiang said he wanted to hear his voice to confirm the vocal tone.

That is to say, Mr. Jiang is composing a song tailored to her voice based on her vocal tone! Even more astonishing, Mr. Jiang is creating it on the spot! What kind of divine being is this?

Ye Qing was dazed!

Li Qinqin lacks Ye Qing's professional expertise, but she also knows she is witnessing something extraordinary—Mr. Jiang is actually thinking on the spot.

"Could I have the chance to witness the creation of a divine masterpiece?" "Alright, take a look."

Not long after, Jiang Cheng finished creating and pushed the leather notebook toward Li Qinqin and Ye Qing.

Li Qinqin, after all not a professional, didn't dare to linger in front of Jiang Cheng; she immediately placed the leather notebook in front of Ye Qing.

Ye Qing clutched the notebook as if it were a treasure! "Just because I glanced at you once in the crowd, I could never forget your appearance…"

"Dreaming that perhaps one day we might meet again by chance, from then on I began to yearn alone…"

Ye Qing silently recited those two lines, then suddenly lifted her head.

Her pair of eyes looking at Jiang Cheng, tears began to swirl in her sockets, as if veiled by a mist.

In such a short time, he hadn't even had a chance to look at the score, but just those two lines, a fleeting glance, gave her a feeling of stunning wonder! Li Qinqin sat beside, watching Ye Qing's appearance, dazed.

But he didn't dare to speak.

"What is this written? What the heck?! 'Mr. Jiang, thank you, thanks a million!'"

Li Qinqin stood up, pulled her chair back, and deeply bowed to Mr. Jiang.

As she lifted her head, she could no longer hold back her tears, which streamed down.

She reached out to quickly wipe her tears, striving to squeeze out a smile: "Mr. Jiang, sorry, don't mind me, I'm just too excited."

She wanted to show a smile, but as she spoke, she ended up looking like she was crying.

So she quickly covered her face, turning it aside.

Jiang Cheng leaned back in his chair, playing with a steel pen in his hand.

On the contrary, he was very satisfied with Ye Qing's reaction, proving she at least has some taste.

As for the song "Legend," any obscure singer who gets the chance to claim it as their own, to make it their original song, would surely cry—and they would have every right to.

Li Qinqin's heart leapt to her throat; she knew her expectation was correct—Mr. Jiang had probably produced another classic work! "Mr. Jiang, how much does this song cost?" Li Qinqin asked.

Jiang Cheng turned his gaze toward him; this woman is quite likable.

No matter when, he never forgets to talk about money first!

Talking about money is far more reliable than talking about feelings, and Jiang Cheng likes it.

"Take the script back and review it first; we'll discuss it together once it's settled!"

"Good, good, thank you, Mr. Jiang!"

Li Qinqin quickly nodded, her face flushed with excitement.

Because Mr. Jiang said they'd discuss it together once the script was ready, this shows sincerity—meaning he won't back out unless something unexpected happens.

Of course, he also knows it's because he, too, is sincere that Mr. Jiang trusts her so!

…

After leaving the cafe, Jiang Cheng returned to school.

Originally Li Qinqin said she would see her off, but Jiang Cheng refused.

He watched Li Qinqin go first, while he hailed a taxi.

At that moment, Jiang Cheng noticed a female student in her early twenties across the road not far away, who had been secretly watching him.

Originally, Jiang Cheng wasn't the least bit surprised by this, because ever since he was young and handsome, he's never lacked furtive glances.

But he took a taxi, and that girl behind him hurriedly also grabbed a taxi to chase after him.

Jiang Cheng curled his lips, knowing he had attracted attention.

This is also why he previously didn't want to show his face, nor did he want to write more works.

Of the three hundred sixty trades, this circle's sense of smell is the keenest!

However, from the moment he agreed to meet Li Qinqin, Jiang Cheng had already made the mental preparations.

If you can't sweep a single room, how can you sweep the world? If you can't suppress a single dog, how can you suppress a Yujie? …

(End of chapter)