Chapter 1140: Chapter 1140: Rogue Gentleman
Upon hearing these words, Zhuo Ming’s ears perked up.
Zhou Wenhong, who wouldn’t budge even with invitations, actually agreed to write a song voluntarily. Lin Tian is really lucky, isn’t he?
No matter how he sings, a song written by Zhou Wenhong is a guarantee of quality; it’s bound to be a hit.
For a moment, Zhuo Ming was so envious, he wanted to agree on Lin Tian’s behalf.
Unexpectedly, after taking a sip of wine, Lin Tian chuckled, "Ms. Zhou, you know my singing hasn’t received any professional training. If you let me sing, it might ruin your reputation."
"Why are you panting when you’ve been flattered? I’ve seen your performance on stage, and if I say you can sing, then you can sing."
Watching Lin Tian and Zhou Wenhong interact casually like old friends, Zhuo Ming was overwhelmed with envy. How did he manage to hold onto such a big connection?
"Pan Die has already invited me to sing a duet on her new album, which seems to be written by you as well, so there’s no need for me to sing another one, right?" Lin Tian said with a bitter smile.
"That’s fine too."
Seeing their conversation pause here, Zhuo Ming quickly seized the opportunity and said, "Ms. Zhou."
Zhou Wenhong turned her head, looked at Zhuo Ming puzzled, "Hello, and you are?"
Zhuo Ming’s smile instantly froze, really? Am I truly a star? Why doesn’t anyone recognize me?
"Haha, I was just joking with you. How could I not know you?" Zhou Wenhong laughed.
"Haha..." Zhuo Ming twitched his mouth, forced out a laugh twice, and said, "Ms. Zhou, I’d like to toast you."
"Alright." Zhou Wenhong nodded, picked up her glass, clinked it lightly with Zhuo Ming’s, and sipped a bit.
Zhuo Ming, on the other hand, downed his glass in one go and said amid his tipsiness, "Ms. Zhou, could you write two songs for me? The price is negotiable."
Zhou Wenhong smiled and said, "Your songs are mostly rap, right?"
Zhuo Ming nodded.
"Ever since Shen Tong passed away, I haven’t written rap songs." Zhou Wenhong spoke to herself.
Zhuo Ming’s expression changed, clearly rejected. Thinking back, it seemed true, he just ran into a dead end, didn’t he?
Just then, the door of the room was pushed open again, and three people walked in.
At the forefront was a tall man draped in a trench coat, walking with a presence, starry-eyed and with extraordinary charisma.
Some people are born to be the focus of the crowd, and this phrase suits him perfectly... As for the man and woman behind him, they’re probably secretaries or bodyguards.
He smiled warmly at everyone present, waving in greeting.
Clearly approachable, yet with an aura that’s above.
"Another tycoon." Zhou Tang glanced back at him, then lowered his head to continue eating, knowing that no matter how wealthy he was, it had no connection to him.
Jian Qicai greeted people along the way, then arrived at the main table and said to Jiang Pan Die with a smile, "What’s this, having a celebration without inviting me for a drink?"
Tong rushed up, smiling apologetically, "Mr. Jian, it’s like this, Pan Die didn’t know you were in Kanyue City, otherwise, you’d have been invited immediately."
Jian Qicai glanced at her coolly, causing Tong to tremble and laugh awkwardly as she stepped back, realizing it wasn’t her place to speak.
Jiang Pan Die stood up from her seat and smiled sweetly, "When did you arrive in Kanyue City?"
"Yesterday, watched your concert from the audience, it was great." Jian Qicai laughed, "But you shouldn’t have gone to the hospital in the morning."
"I don’t feel I did anything wrong, are you here to call me out?" Jiang Pan Die asked.
"Haha, of course not, I can handle those minor issues promptly, and at most a day, I’ll have them settled for you." Jian Qicai laughed, "I’m here for a drink."
"Then find a random spot and help yourself, today’s drinks are on me." Jiang Pan Die wore her signature smile while keeping Jian Qicai at a distance.
Everyone could see that Jian Qicai was here for Jiang Pan Die’s beauty. Drinking meant drinking with her, but she directed him to sit anywhere, with the table full, implying he should sit further away.
But such matters were insignificant to Jian Qicai, as Tong quickly relinquished her seat, tidying up the area where she had just sat, and smiling at Jian Qicai, "Mr. Jian, would you like to sit here?"
Jian Qicai slightly furrowed his brow; he was quite compulsive and didn’t like to sit where others had, especially with leftover bones.
"Let’s go upstairs." Jian Qicai said to Jiang Pan Die.
Jiang Pan Die shook her head, "I haven’t had enough."
Another rejection indeed.
With a gentle sigh, Jian Qicai furrowed his brows again, as if making a huge decision, and sat at the seat where Tong had been. The man and woman stood like sculptures behind him.
He sure knows how to put on airs.
Jian Qicai’s gentle gaze focused on Jiang Pan Die’s face, as tender as to melt an icy beauty.
Indeed, Jian Qicai was handsome, along with those captivating eyes, quite alluring.
Yet Jiang Pan Die seemed like a stone, completely unmoved.
Jian Qicai didn’t mind; he liked Jiang Pan Die’s toughness. If every woman outside were submissive, what’s the point?
Soon, Jian Qicai’s gaze shifted to Zhou Mi’s side, noticing Liou Qingcheng, eyes lighting up, and, swaying his glass of red wine, elegantly said, "With a sweet smile and charming eyes, what a beauty to behold! I’m Jian Qicai, director and vice-general manager of Heyue. Let’s get acquainted."
After speaking, Jian Qicai made a very gentlemanly gesture for a handshake.
With a poetic line and the halo of ’Heyue Director,’ Jian Qicai typically had a near-perfect success rate with ladies, given his good looks, talent, and wealth.
Charming Jiang Pan Die was one of his pursuits; captivating Liou Qingcheng was another, and all beauties were his targets.
Tang Xianzu’s "Peony Pavilion" is one he likes very much, among the myriad flowers without touching a single leaf.
Liou Qingcheng sat upright without lifting her gaze, merely saying, "Not interested."
Liou Qingcheng has been a beauty since childhood, with pursuers lined up from Kanyue City to Mingzhu. After turning down many, it became a habit for her to say so.
Typically, suitors hearing such words would retreat with self-doubt, since seldom are they worthy of such a goddess.
But Jian Qicai wasn’t typical; with a persistent smile, he said, "I really like your scent, especially the fragrance emanating from your hair, quite enchanting."
While speaking, Jian Qicai reached out, intending to lift Liou Qingcheng’s hair from her pretty face.
