novelinnhs Chapter 39 Keeping Promises
Chapter 39 Keeping Promises
"Wang Bo! Wang Bo! Wang Bo!" Zhou Yuji's excited, incoherent voice boomed, "Your poem! My God, how did you write that?"
"Let me tell you, I love this poem so much, I absolutely adore it! I want to get it tattooed on my body, on my back, on... never mind, it won't be visible on my back, so I'll get it on my arm! I want everyone to see that this poem was written by my sister—no, my brother—no, even my ex-celebrity, just for me!"
She took a deep breath, her voice suddenly softening: "Wang Bo... thank you, really. This song, this poem... make me feel that these past three years haven't been wasted, at least I've gotten to know you."
The audio should have ended here.
But Zhou Yuji paused, lowered her voice, and said seductively, "Also, I owe you a kiss."
"French style."
"I'll make it up to you when I get back."
"no sooner said than done."
End of audio.
Wang Bo, holding his phone, froze on the sofa.
Zhou Yuji's words, "French style," "I'll make it up to you," and "I mean what I say," still echoed in my ears.
His cheeks inexplicably began to burn. Zhou Yuji's enthusiasm was like a fire. He mechanically turned his head and looked at the glass partition of the recording studio.
His face was reflected in the glass—blushing red, like a boiled shrimp.
"What's wrong?" Chen Mo poked his head out of the control room. "Your face is so red, is the air conditioning too hot?"
Wang Bo snapped out of his daze and stuffed his phone into his pocket: "It's nothing, it's just a bit hot!"
Chen Mo looked at the temperature display with a puzzled expression: "23 degrees, that's quite cool."
He came out and handed Wang Bo a bottle of water: "Drink some water to cool down. By the way, President Su just sent a message saying that Teacher Su is downstairs and the soup will be brought over soon."
Wang Bo took the water, gulped it down, and the icy liquid slid down his throat, finally calming down the abnormal temperature on his face.
But those beautiful, chaotic, and indescribable emotions in my heart grew wildly like weeds.
A French kiss?
Give it to him?
Zhou Yuji is such a vixen!
Just as I was lost in thought, the door to the recording studio was gently pushed open.
Su Yiyi stood at the door carrying a thermos.
Today she wore a beige knitted cardigan with a light blue long skirt, her long hair flowing smoothly over her shoulders, and a gentle smile on her face.
"Did I disturb you?" she asked softly.
"No, no," Chen Mo said with a smile, "Teacher Su's arrival is just in time; Wang Bogang needs to cool down."
Su Yiyi asked in confusion, "Is it getting colder?"
Wang Bo quickly interrupted, "Teacher Su, come in quickly, the soup smells so good!"
Su Yiyi walked in, placed the thermos on the coffee table, and opened the lid.
A rich aroma instantly filled the air.
The pork ribs were stewed until tender, the yam was soft, the soup was clear, and a few goji berries were sprinkled on top.
"I stewed it for three hours," Su Yiyi ladled out a bowl and handed it to Wang Bo. "Drink it while it's hot, it's good for your lungs. I don't know why you need to nourish your lungs when recording a song, but Xiaoxiao said you needed it, so I stewed it."
Wang Bo: "..."
This sounds familiar; it's like I've heard it somewhere before.
Wang Bo took the bowl, and through the rising steam, he saw Su Yiyi's gentle and concerned gaze.
The ripples in my heart caused by Zhou Yuji suddenly calmed down.
"Thank you, Teacher Su."
"You're welcome," Su Yiyi smiled. "You all continue with your work; I won't bother you any longer."
As she turned to leave, Wang Bo suddenly called out to her, "Teacher Su."
"Um?"
"Um..." Wang Bo hesitated for a moment, "Sister Zhou just sent me a message."
Su Yiyi's eyes lit up: "Yu Ji? Is she alright?"
"It couldn't be better," Wang Bo said, handing over his phone. "Look, here are her travel videos."
Su Yiyi took the phone, watched the video carefully, and then saw Wang Bo's poem comment. Her eyes curved into crescents.
"This poem is beautiful," she said softly, "It suits Rain Princess perfectly; she is just like that."
Wang Bo nodded: "Yes."
Su Yiyi handed the phone back to him and suddenly asked, "And what about you, Wang Bo? What kind of life do you aspire to?"
Wang Bo was stunned.
He thought for a moment and answered seriously: "I long for... a life where I can make music without worrying about money, without having to compromise for survival, where I can write whatever I want and sing whatever I want. I want a stage, an audience, and... people who understand me."
Su Yiyi looked at him quietly for a long time, then smiled gently: "You will have it. I believe you will definitely have that kind of life."
She turned and left, the recording studio door closing softly behind her.
Zhou Yuji, far away in the Western Regions, was copying Wang Bo's poem into the inn's guestbook and drawing a big smiley face next to it.
She wrote words under the smiley face.
"To Xiao Wang: I owe you a kiss, a French kiss, it's on my tab. I'll pay you back with interest when I get back."
P.S.: Write your songs well, don't be lazy, I'm searching the world for inspiration for you!
After writing, she closed the guestbook, walked out of the inn, and the Gobi wind blew her long hair.
When Su Yiyi came out of the recording studio, she walked a little faster than usual.
Her light blue flats made a crisp, yet somewhat hurried, sound as they stepped on the polished marble floor.
Instead of returning to school, she went straight to the CEO's office.
The door wasn't closed properly; there was a crack.
Su Yiyi gently pushed the door open and saw her younger sister leaning back in the large boss's chair, holding her phone to her ear with one hand and typing rapidly on her laptop with the other.
Su Xiaoxiao wore a champagne-colored suit skirt, her hair neatly pulled back, but at this moment her brows were slightly furrowed and her red lips were pressed into a straight line—this was her signature expression when she encountered a problem.
"...Yes, I know we need exposure now, but we can't just take on any gigs for the sake of exposure," Su Xiaoxiao said into the phone, her tone decisive and leaving no room for argument. "Wang Bo is in a period of reflection right now. What we need is quality, not quantity. Let's put those random variety shows on hold until his new song comes out."
After she finished speaking, she hung up the phone without waiting for a response, threw her phone on the table, leaned back in her chair, and let out a long sigh.
"You had another argument with the publicity department?" Su Yiyi walked in with a light laugh, closing the door behind her.
Su Xiaoxiao opened her eyes, saw her sister, and her brows relaxed slightly: "Don't even mention it. All those people know is how to get exposure and traffic. They want to stuff Wang Bo into every place where he can show his face and make money. They don't even think that by randomly accepting gigs now, they are wasting the goodwill he built up with 'Once Upon a Time'."
Su Yiyi walked to the chair opposite the desk and sat down, placing the thermos on the table: "Have some soup first, Wang Bo saved some for you."
"I have no appetite." Su Xiaoxiao waved her hand, but her eyes glanced at the thermos.
"Pork ribs and yam, good for the lungs." Su Yiyi opened the lid, and the aroma wafted out. "Wang Bo just drank two bowls and said it was especially delicious."
Su Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up: "How was he today? Did he have a good chat with Chen Mo?"
"That's good. Chen Mo praised him for being talented." Su Yiyi ladled out a bowl of soup and pushed it in front of her sister. "But I came to see you because there's something even more interesting."