Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity

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"Hang it in the sky?" Pei Muchan was confused for a moment before sitting back in front of the computer.

Xu Qingyan glanced at the time; it was 9:40 p.m.

"Did it go up?"

"Lin Wanzhou has a lot of fans, which brought us a lot of traffic, so of course it would rise." She didn't lift her head, just stared at the screen, clicking her mouse refresh several times.

Since entering the studio a few hours ago, Xu Qingyan had noticed that Pei Muchan's identity was not merely that of a singer. She was both the main force behind the music production and also had a team.

The second floor was spacious; at the entrance was the reception area. Further inside, besides Pei Muchan's own office, there were several recording and control rooms, a sound effects studio, and an arranging studio.

The daily work of Chanming Studio, apart from producing Pei Muchan's songs, occasionally included taking on client orders, creating some accompaniment or reverb for others.

Having the studio in this park did indeed save quite a bit of money.

"How much did it go up by?"

Upon hearing this, Pei Muchan looked up and glanced at him, "Come over and see for yourself. What am I, an e-reader?"

"Oh." Xu Qingyan responded.

As he stood up, he muttered to himself. Having an e-reader wouldn't be bad, poking wherever you're unsure. But no matter how much he made jokes, he wouldn't actually say what he was thinking out loud.

Standing behind Pei Muchan, he looked at the giant screen. Her faint scent wafted into his nostrils, and his vision blurred, not making out a single word.

Damn it, even an eunuch would grow a few after smelling this.

"What does that green arrow mean?" Xu Qingyan cleared his thoughts and asked seriously.

"Growth. Lin Wanzhou brought three thousand sales with a single Weibo post in ten minutes." Pei Muchan was focused on the data, but after a while, she suddenly turned and asked.

"She's using her official account for personal things, isn't she afraid of getting fined?"

"I heard her contract is about to expire, and she's at odds with her agency." Xu Qingyan said, standing behind her computer chair, swiping his phone, "Probably had her assistant take the blame. At most, they'll fine them some money."

Pei Muchan paused and said, "You really aren't free in an agency, always restricted."

Xu Qingyan didn't say anything. There was nothing he could do to help with such matters, so he wouldn't add to the confusion. Lin Wanzhou still had the capital to challenge the agency and could afford to be willful on social media.

It's a fight for the gods; minor demons shouldn't reach out their hands just yet.

"I won't look anymore, there's no point." Pei Muchan stood up, leaving the computer on, "Come on, I'll take you to your place of stay, we still need to buy toiletries."

Descending the stairs, Xu Qingyan noticed that the lights on the first floor were already off.

Walking alongside Pei Muchan, they reached the edge of the parking lot. Neither of them spoke; he felt restless, holding his breath every ten steps, considering it success if he could add ten more steps to the count each time.

Pei Muchan turned her head, "Why are you so silent, unhappy?"

"No, just playing."

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The black Audi A8 was parked there, she hesitated for a moment as she opened the door.

"Will you drive or shall I?"

Xu Qingyan's spirits lifted: "How could I possibly impose?"

Pei Muchan laughed, threw the keys to him, and gracefully moved to the passenger seat. As she closed the car door with a bang and leaned in to buckle up, she started to speak.

"I'm not used to driving this car. If you need, you can use it for the time being."

He was startled, just had touched the steering wheel, and blinked.

"How could I possibly impose."

"If you really feel bad about it, then help me with my album." Pei Muchan shot him a look, as she habitually placed her phone in the nearby cup holder and stretched lazily.

A low hum came from her nostrils, making Xu Qingyan's eyelids twitch.

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"Sure thing."

The closer he got to Pei Muchan, the more he liked her scent. She wasn't even doing anything, and he suspected he might have developed a thing for mature women.

If that were the case, he'd be done for; his life would be ruined by some strange obsession.

But then he remembered the moments when he was alone with Lin Wanzhou, and he immediately felt relieved. Turns out he was just plain lecherous, not in love.

He sneaked a glance at Pei Muchan's always calm face and couldn't help but curl his lips. Clearly, there was no spark; what was he deluding himself for?

Indeed, infatuations are just that, dissipating to mere acquaintanceship after cooling off for half a month.

The city lights were brilliant, tires rolled over the dry pavement, and the car followed the navigation, leaving the remote park and entering the bustling city center. The road was clear, the dampness in the car warmed by their breaths.

"Thank her for me," Pei Muchan said suddenly.

"Alright, she... Did you see that Weibo post?"n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"I saw it, she doesn't like my singing, and that song isn't really suited for me," Pei Muchan's eyes drooped slightly, "But she can't get it, can she?"

"Uh... You actually sing very well, you should read the comments more, they are all praising you." Xu Qingyan felt a bit awkward, like he was picking up money that someone else had dropped.

"There's no need to comfort me, and by the way, tell her I won't authorize the cover rights for 'Qing Tian,'" Pei Muchan said firmly, muttering quietly.

"If she likes the lyrics and melody, she can keep liking them."

"Cough, cough." Xu Qingyan's eyelids jumped as he calmly continued driving, subtly changing the subject, "Speaking of which, have you thought of a name for your next album?"

"No." She heard the word "album," and as expected, her attention shifted, "I'm out of ideas for writing songs, not sure what to write. But I have a feeling you've got some stockpiled."

"Ha ha, why would you think that?" Xu Qingyan felt a little awkward, "I just like daydreaming, come up with melodies in my head, love to toy with some lyrics when I'm free."

It wasn't that he liked to keep things to himself, but rather it was too strange to have no friends.

"Must be nice, being fed by the heavens." Pei Muchan sighed, resting her hand on the window and gazing at the flow of steel outside, lost in thought.

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