To be completely fair, Gao Yuanyuan's singing ability could only be summed up with two painfully honest words—absolutely disastrous.
As an actress, she could not sing. She could not dance. Her rhythm was questionable, her sense of pitch wandered somewhere into another dimension, and asking her to hold a melody steady was basically torture. The only reason nobody mocked her for it was because heaven had compensated her elsewhere.
With that face and that figure, who would seriously demand talent?
Luo Zheng deeply agreed with those internet comments from his previous life. A goddess existed to be admired. Why insist on forcing someone blessed with impossible beauty to compete with professional singers and dancers? That was like asking a swan why it wasn't climbing trees.
Thinking of those countless netizens who had worshipped Gao Yuanyuan for years, Luo Zheng suddenly felt a strange sense of satisfaction.
After all...
The goddess everyone dreamed about was standing right in front of him.
And right now, she was his.
The thought instantly inflated his ego.
So without hesitation, Luo Zheng shamelessly lifted his chin and reached out.
Gao Yuanyuan had just leaned closer, still holding onto his tie while asking about her promised song, when she suddenly felt a strong arm wrap around her waist.
Before she could react, Luo Zheng pulled her directly into his embrace.
Then—
he lowered his head and kissed her.
The faint scent of lipstick and perfume mixed together.
Warm.
Soft.
Sweet.
Gao Yuanyuan froze for nearly two seconds.
Then her eyes widened.
"In broad daylight—what are you doing?!"
Flustered, she quickly pushed him away. A blush instantly spread across her cheeks and even reached the tips of her ears.
Not far away, Liu Yan silently looked away.
She had long developed resistance toward this kind of scene.
But resistance didn't mean immunity.
Watching them openly flirt in the office still made her face heat slightly.
Luo Zheng looked completely innocent.
"Daytime?" he asked seriously.
Then he glanced toward the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.
"Oh. That's easy."
He pointed at the curtains.
"I'll just close them."
"Problem solved."
The moment those words came out, Liu Yan and Gao Yuanyuan rolled their eyes at exactly the same time.
The synchronization was perfect.
Gao Yuanyuan immediately grabbed his sleeve.
"Stop messing around."
"I came here for a reason."
Her expression became serious.
"I came to listen to my song."
Only then did Luo Zheng stop teasing her.
The song she meant was naturally the folk song he had promised her before—
Spring Breeze Ten Miles.
The song inspired by their first meeting.
The song that belonged only to her.
Luo Zheng spread his hands helplessly.
"There's no prepared accompaniment here."
"Guess we'll have to make do."
He looked toward Liu Yan.
"Bring me the guitar."
Liu Yan quickly went outside and returned with a guitar from the company's recording room.
Seeing that, Gao Yuanyuan blinked in surprise.
"You can play guitar too?"
Luo Zheng almost laughed.
In his previous life, he had learned guitar during college.
At first, his motives had been extremely pure.
Very pure.
Pure enough that everyone understood.
He had learned it entirely to impress girls.
Later, after entering the entertainment industry, he gradually learned other instruments too.
Piano.
Guitar.
Drums.
Even violin.
Each one had proven surprisingly useful.
Especially when filming romance dramas.
Thinking of those glorious experiences, Luo Zheng suddenly looked at Gao Yuanyuan and smiled meaningfully.
"I know a lot of instruments."
"When there's time, I'll teach you slowly."
Teach...
Gao Yuanyuan instinctively felt there was something strange about the way he emphasized those words.
But she couldn't identify exactly what.
So she simply nodded.
"Okay."
Meanwhile, Liu Yan returned with the guitar.
Luo Zheng adjusted his sitting posture and casually tuned the strings.
The office suddenly became quiet.
No one spoke.
Soon, a soft melody slowly began flowing through the room.
The instant the first notes sounded—
Gao Yuanyuan froze.
Liu Yan froze too.
Because Luo Zheng looked...
unexpectedly professional.
His fingers moved naturally across the strings.
Not stiff.
Not awkward.
Completely smooth.
The melody was gentle and relaxed.
Then Luo Zheng lowered his eyes slightly and began singing.
I'm inside the Second Ring Road thinking of you...
You're on distant mountains, spring breeze ten miles...
Today's wind blows toward you carrying rain...
But I say all the wine in the world...
Is not as good as you.
The melody was simple.
The lyrics weren't complicated either.
No grand declarations.
No exaggerated emotion.
But somehow every sentence carried a strange warmth.
Luo Zheng's voice itself had changed after receiving the Singing Ability enhancement.
Compared with before, it carried more texture.
More depth.
More emotion.
A kind of weathered calmness.
Like a man with stories hidden inside him.
The office gradually became completely silent.
No one interrupted.
No one moved.
Even Liu Yan forgot to breathe for several moments.
And Gao Yuanyuan...
was completely lost.
As she listened, her eyes slowly reddened.
Because she understood.
Others heard a song.
But she heard memories.
Their first meeting.
Their first conversation.
The first time he looked at her.
Everything seemed hidden inside the lyrics.
Especially one fact—
This song belonged only to her.
Only her.
Not Jane Zhang.
Not Liu Yan.
Not anyone else.
An exclusive song.
An exclusive memory.
An exclusive feeling.
At that moment, Gao Yuanyuan suddenly felt unbelievably happy.
After the final note slowly faded away—
nobody spoke.
For several seconds, silence remained.
Then Gao Yuanyuan slowly looked up.
The affection in her eyes had nearly overflowed.
If feelings could physically spill out...
the entire office might have flooded.
Luo Zheng looked at her expression and inwardly celebrated.
Done.
Critical hit.
Maximum damage.
As expected, before he could even speak, Gao Yuanyuan suddenly stood up.
Step by step, she walked toward him.
Then—
she wrapped her arms around his neck.
Very naturally.
Very gently.
And very proactively.
Luo Zheng immediately understood.
Atmosphere achieved.
Mission accomplished.
Just as he prepared for the next step—
Knock knock knock.
Someone knocked on the office door.
Instantly, Liu Yan snapped back to reality.
Gao Yuanyuan jumped away as if electrocuted.
The romantic atmosphere shattered.
Luo Zheng's face darkened.
Who?!
Who ruined this?!
He took a deep breath.
"Come in."
The door opened.
Huo Wenxi walked inside.
Behind her followed Jane Zhang, Huang Bo, and Wang Baoqiang.
The three of them wore nearly identical expressions.
Shock.
Confusion.
Admiration.
And awkwardness.
Especially Jane Zhang.
Her face looked slightly red.
Clearly, they had been standing outside for a while.
Luo Zheng suddenly narrowed his eyes.
So...
the office soundproofing was this bad?
Replace it.
Must replace it immediately.
Huo Wenxi looked toward Luo Zheng.
"President Luo…"
She hesitated briefly.
Then:
"The song just now…"
"Was it a new one?"
Gao Yuanyuan instantly lifted her chin.
Like a proud swan.
Her happiness nearly wrote itself across her face.
Luo Zheng smiled.
"Not exactly."
"I wrote it when I first met Sister Yuanyuan."
Instantly—
Gao Yuanyuan became even happier.
Meanwhile Huo Wenxi stared at Luo Zheng.
Then at Gao Yuanyuan.
Then back at Luo Zheng.
Inside, she cursed repeatedly.
Scoundrel.
Absolutely shameless scoundrel.
When he flirted with her in Hong Kong, he had been all hands and no sincerity.
But with other women—
special songs.
special treatment.
special romance.
What a hypocrite.
Sensing danger, Luo Zheng quickly changed subjects.
He looked toward Huang Bo and the others.
"Don't stand."
"Sit down."
"Relax."
The three obediently sat.
Jane Zhang looked nervous.
Wang Baoqiang looked even more nervous.
Only Huang Bo kept secretly glancing around curiously.
Once everyone settled down, Huo Wenxi entered work mode.
"President Luo."
"Jane's album sales have remained number one."
"Concert tickets are nearly impossible to buy."
"What should we do next?"
Instantly Jane Zhang straightened her back.
Her expression looked tense.
Ever since entering Blue Whale Entertainment, Luo Zheng had continuously shattered her expectations.
Handsome.
Rich.
Movie producer.
Screenwriter.
Then songwriting genius.
And now—
he could even sing.
And sing this well.
Each time she thought she understood him, another layer appeared.
Facing him now, admiration and nervousness mixed together.
Luo Zheng looked toward her.
"Jane."
"You've worked hard."
"After the tour finishes, rest properly."
Jane Zhang immediately stood.
"Thank you, President Luo!"
Beside her, Wang Baoqiang almost stood too from nervousness.
Luo Zheng nearly laughed.
Then Huo Wenxi continued:
"Also…"
"Huayi Brothers wants to know when you'll visit A World Without Thieves."
Only then did Luo Zheng remember.
Right.
That crew existed.
As producer, director, and writer—
he had practically disappeared.
After thinking briefly:
"Tell them not to rush."
"Let them continue preparations."
Then he suddenly looked toward Huang Bo.
"Oh right."
"Arrange a role for Huang Bo too."
Huang Bo froze.
Then his eyes widened.
Then—
he stood.
Then—
before anyone could react—
he slid directly onto his knees.
"President Luo!"
"I'll definitely work hard!"
Everyone:
"..."
Even Luo Zheng stared blankly.
Good heavens.
Brother Bo was too enthusiastic.
Just then—
A familiar voice suddenly echoed in his mind.
Ding!
Congratulations Host. Mission triggered...