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Lin Wanzhou was filled with questions, but seeing the glass pushed towards her, she could only suppress her chaotic thoughts and lower her head to drink the medicine.

The water had just boiled, and it only took a few sips to cool after blowing on it.

She held the glass gently and blew on it, took a sip, and to her surprise, it was bitter. Her small face instantly scrunched up, and she looked up at Xu Qingyan, discontented.

"It's so bitter."

"Is it bitter?" Xu Qingyan was cooking udon noodles.

In the kitchen, the yellow, luminescent light spilled from the ceiling like silk threads, densely covering both of them, making everything inside and out clean and warm.

Lin Wanzhou turned to get another clean glass, divided some cold remedy into it, and then handed it to him.

"You take a sip."

Hearing this, Xu Qingyan stopped chopping green onions and set down the knife. After a slight hesitation, he wiped his hands on a cloth and took the glass to take a sip.

"It's not bitter," he said.

After speaking, Xu Qingyan, right in front of her, tore open another packet of medicine and poured some into Lin Wanzhou's cup. He picked up the kettle and carefully added a bit more boiling water.

Lin Wanzhou: "...."

Soon after, Xu Qingyan had already put together a bowl of udon noodles and turned to see that she had only drunk half of her medicine.

"Drink up, what's the use of drinking just half?"

"It's too bitter."

The kitchen's quartz countertop was large, with four solid wood bar stools placed in front of it, all exquisitely designed.

"You have a cold, so your taste isn't normal," Xu Qingyan found a stool to sit on, picked up some noodles with his chopsticks, blew on it haphazardly a few times, and began to eat without looking up.

"Drinking it will help, you'll wake up better after a good sleep."

"Oh." Lin Wanzhou pursed her lips, glanced at the medicine, and started to sip it bit by bit with her eyes closed like a child.

The bitterness spread across her tongue, diffusing little by little, like dark ink dropping onto rice paper. It was bitter then numbing, filling her mouth with an intense bitter taste.

She remembered when she was a child, during heavy rain, there would always be an indelible bitter taste in her mouth, so she looked up.

"Will it rain tomorrow?"

"What?" Xu Qingyan was scrolling through his phone while eating, and upon hearing her, he glanced at the weather forecast, "Probably not, but the weather on the island is unpredictable."

"Xu Qingyan, I've finished drinking," Lin Wanzhou held out the empty cup towards him, blinking her eyes, seemingly awaiting inspection.

"Hmm," his response wasn't very enthusiastic, as if praising her would cost him money.

Lin Wanzhou, having finished her medicine, didn't leave, but continued to sit and watch him eat his noodles.

Xu Qingyan had a somewhat audacious appearance, the kind that radiated arrogance without speaking. Full of vigor and probably very troublesome at first sight.

Simply put, he was handsome, with low brows and thin eyelids, seemingly up to no good.

"I want to buy your song," Lin Wanzhou came back to herself and said very seriously, "I'm preparing an album recently and I want to buy your song as the lead single."

Ordinary people wouldn't reveal their intentions to buy a song, let alone to use it as a lead single. Wouldn't that just invite being fleeced?

"Do you like it?" Xu Qingyan was almost done with his noodles, looked up at her after putting down his chopsticks.

"I like it."

"Lead singles and all, I don't really understand that," he hesitated for a moment and said, "Let's not rush the sale of the song. Wait until I've written the score, then you can discuss it with your manager."

"The price is two hundred thousand, plus twenty percent in royalties."

"Okay, shall I give you the two hundred thousand in advance?" Lin Wanzhou said, already taking out her phone, ready to make the transaction.

"There's no need for that, you should discuss it with your agent first," he said, feeling a bit embarrassed himself for making money off this up-and-coming pop diva.

To tell the truth, as a nobody, he was literally making money just by standing there.

"No need to discuss, Sister Yun will surely agree."

"I'm referring to the profit-sharing contract, you better see what Sister Yun has to say about it. And two hundred thousand is not a small sum, you have a management team behind you."

"Alright." Lin Wanzhou flicked her hair behind her ear, "Then I've reserved this song, you can't give it to anyone else."

Others? Who?

Xu Qingyan was clueless, he did want to expand his market, but except for Pei Muchan, no one would pay him any attention. Pei Muchan couldn't handle so many songs at once either, and the genres of the two songs were a bit different.

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"Okay, it's a deal."

"Oh."

She actually wanted to ask more questions, but then she reconsidered their relationship and felt depressed enough to swallow her queries back down. She wanted to ask, but now wasn't the right time.

Upstairs.

Walking along the corridor, they had to head off in opposite directions, and the time had reached four o'clock in the early morning.

"See you tomorrow." He waved his hand and turned to leave.

"Okay." Lin Wanzhou felt her face warm as her depression evaporated.

....

Day five.

Xu Qingyan was woken up early by the cold, having forgotten to turn the air conditioning back up last night.

He threw off the covers thinking he had landed in the netherworld, shivering in bed like a frozen dumpling in a fridge. After curling up under the blankets for a while, he gritted his teeth and dashed to the bathroom to wash up.

A typhoon warning popped up on his phone, followed by an eight-level typhoon alert from the production crew. The typhoon was expected to make landfall on the island at two in the afternoon, so the afternoon's shooting schedule was shifted indoors.

He had just finished washing up when he glanced at his phone and was startled. Fortunately, it was just a level eight typhoon; with proper disaster preparedness, it wouldn't cause too much damage.

Staying indoors was actually a good thing for Xu Qingyan. These past few days had been either going out to sea or climbing mountains; today, he could take it as a day of rest and even go watch the waves in the morning.

On a typhoon day, as long as the winds aren't too strong, locals will usually go out to watch the waves.

However, the premise is to watch from a safe area; otherwise, one could be swept away inadvertently. Underneath the waves are all rocky reefs—if one really gets taken down, the whole village would have to host a feast.

Before he could leave, Shen Jinyue sent a WeChat call.

Xu Qingyan was about to answer when a WeChat message popped up in the background. It was from Lin Wanzhou, "Wanna go downstairs for breakfast together?" followed by a picture of a pink hair clip.

"Hello hello, Xu Qingyan, are you up yet?" Shen Jinyue was bursting with energy, "Breakfast, take me with you for breakfast!"

"Can't, I've got plans." Xu Qingyan was putting on his shoes as he replied, "Find someone else, I need to go downstairs now, bye."

"Ah!!! Who! Don't you dare hang up!" Shen Jinyue was furious, "Who do you have plans with? Seriously.... seriously, can't you take me too?"

"Probably not, you figure it out on your own."

With a beep, the call ended.

Shen Jinyue was about to explode with anger when she turned her head and caught sight of Xu Qingyan and Lin Wanzhou going down the stairs side by side, her gaze turning deep with melancholy. Heartbroken, she felt ditched by her breakfast buddy bright and early in the morning.

Seeing the two about to leave, Shen Jinyue couldn't swallow her pride.

"Xu Qingyan!"

"What?" He turned around, glancing at her nonchalantly.