Chapter 23: I seem to have discovered something huge!

Liu Tao rushed in, panting, and saw Jiang Cheng already standing inside the dormitory; his heart jumped.

He had originally seen Jiang Cheng enter the school at the gate, so he thought to take a shortcut and get to the dormitory ahead of Jiang Cheng, so Jiang Cheng wouldn't suspect he'd seen him.

But he hadn't expected Jiang Cheng to be even faster!

"I… I didn't see anything!" Liu Tao's head jerked, and he blurted out.

Jiang Cheng couldn't figure out what was wrong with him, thinking maybe this guy was still upset about what happened at noon.

"Hey, Liu Tao, can't you calm down a bit?"

Su Peng put down his mouse and earnestly advised: "You're all jittery like this—how do you expect to accomplish anything big?"

"Just like at noon today—if Old Jiang hadn't gone, you'd have been stepped on and turned into a pancake!"

Liu Tao hadn't recovered yet, "Oh oh, I get it."

His gaze swept back and forth between Su Peng and Jiang Cheng.

It's no wonder Liu Tao was making a fuss—one is the goddess professor of Modu Daxue, the other is his own roommate.

More importantly, the goddess professor's brother is also his roommate! Just thinking about it feels like a huge deal! At that moment, Deng Qi didn't know what came over him and suddenly shouted.

"What are you doing? You scared the hell out of me!"

Su Peng stood up, walked over, and slapped Deng Qi on the head.

Deng Qi, holding his phone with a mournful face, said, "Damn school forum—I can't see any news about my goddess anymore!"

Su Peng knew he was talking about Su Manyao's news, because he'd also been following it; it must have been blocked from comments.

"Oh, give it a rest."

Deng Qi said: "How can you show no reaction at all? Don't you feel anything about having to call someone brother-in-law in the future? Compared to that, if you called someone brother-in-law who's our dorm brother, wouldn't that be better?"

"Get lost!"

Su Peng lifted his leg and kicked, then said after kicking: "That bastard—I still haven't found out who he is. Once I know who it is, I'll ruin him!"

Jiang Cheng rubbed his nose, said nothing, brushed past Su Peng, and walked toward the washroom to wash up; the dorm lights would be turned off soon.

Liu Tao pressed his lips together, tidied his bedding with all his might, and dared not look anywhere.

The bastard Su Peng said he wanted to kill—if I'm not mistaken, it's Jiang Cheng.

"Hey! Old Jiang!"

As Jiang Cheng brushed past Su Peng, Su Peng suddenly shouted.

Jiang Cheng shuddered.

Su Peng slapped Jiang Cheng's shoulder and said, "Not bad, Old Jiang—just met two days ago and the young lady already gave you a kiss?"

Jiang Cheng's heart jumped, he quickened his pace toward the washroom, and in the mirror there he saw a red lip print on his neck, very obvious.

From its shape and texture, you can tell how sensual the original is.

This is exactly the lip print Su Manyao left by the riverside; such an obvious mark, Su Manyao herself would surely see it, yet she didn't say a word to remind him!

"That woman, doing it on purpose!"

Jiang Cheng hurriedly grabbed a tissue, wetted it, and wiped!

Deng Qi lay on the bed, propped himself up, and watched Jiang Cheng run into the washroom with an envious face.

Liu Tao felt his heart race—had things already progressed this far? He furtively glanced at Su Peng, wondering what would happen if Su Peng found out later—but at that moment Su Peng was laughing heartily, shouting toward the washroom: "Why are you still shy about going in? Don't blame me for not teaching you—picking up women means striking while the iron's hot. If I were you, I wouldn't even come back tonight; I'd keep at it and sleep with her tonight, nothing strange!" Cough cough cough~ "What are you doing? Am I wrong?" Su Peng turned to look at Liu Tao, who was suddenly coughing violently, and asked.

Liu Tao quickly waved his hands: "No, no, I just got choked by saliva!"

…

At the same time, in the office building of Qingman Entertainment, most staff had already left work, but some rooms still had their lights on.

In the office of the General Manager of Operations Division One, Zhang Anqi, now changed into a long dress, crawled up from under the desk and tossed the tissue in her hand into the trash can.

Then she twisted her waist and sat on the man's thigh on the office chair.

The man sitting on the office chair was Kangwei, around forty, with a big pompadour.

He was one of the earliest employees when Qingman Entertainment was founded, contributed many resources to its early development, and now counts as a key figure in the company.

Kangwei reached out, pinched Zhang Anqi's chin, and with a look of lingering desire said: "What's up? Do you need something from me today, working so hard?"

Zhang Anqi gave a coquettish look, stroked Kangwei's face, and said: "What does 'needing something from you' have to do with working hard? Don't you usually get my full effort?"

Kangwei chuckled and said: "Little fox spirit, stop giving me the runaround—spit it out, what's the matter?"

Zhang Anqi leaned against Kangwei's shoulder and said: "Do you still remember Ye Qing?"

Kangwei's eyes flickered—of course he remembered; the first time he saw Ye Qing in the company, he'd already earmarked her as his, but that woman still carries a hint of arrogance, not yet the time to reel her in.

"Go on."

Zhang Anqi continued: "Last time I snatched a song from her and it blew up; this time she found that composer again to write her a song, and I still want it."

Kangwei idly flipped his hand into her skirt, which Zhang Anqi pressed down, and complained: "I'm not talking about that—I'm talking about wanting the song."

"Want it? Then go get it from her." Kangwei said indifferently.

Zhang Anqi said: "No, I already checked this afternoon—the song isn't in the music library yet."

Kangwei said: "Then there's no rush, but once she's sung it, getting it from him is the same; if she dares to say even half a 'no,' you tell me."

"Okay!"

Zhang Anqi lifted her head and lightly touched Kangwei's face—this is exactly what she wanted.

She wrapped her arms around Kangwei's neck and continued: "Can you find the composer behind her and get him to write songs for me in the future?"

Kangwei's mouth curled into a cold smile—he had looked for that composer before, but because he was contacting Li Qinqin alone, the data had been tightly guarded by Li Qinqin!

"Not needed." Kangwei said: "As long as he shows up in the company, he can't run away—unless he stays hidden in the background and never appears."

Having achieved her goal, Zhang Anqi lingered a while in Kangwei's office before leaving, but as soon as she stepped out she went straight to the washroom and retched violently at the sink.

She lifted her head, looked at her tear‑blurred reflection in the mirror, and sighed.

She once had her own music dreams, but after truly entering the circle she realized dreams were worthless, utter nonsense! Until Kangwei found her and said he'd give her a chance.

…

In Kangwei's office, he poured himself a glass of red wine, holding the glass as he stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the nighttime Modu.

He knew Ye Qing had a good voice, figure, and looks, but so what? He didn't want this woman to stand out; she would never be able to!

Just like Zhang Anqi back then! First make her despair, then give her hope, and she will naturally become obedient, listening docilely!

(End of chapter)