Cheng Huanhuan: Are you two together now?Deng Siqing: No. I gave him the keys to my place. From now on, when he comes to Beijing, he can stay at my place.
Cheng Huanhuan: You gave him your house keys before you even confirmed the relationship? Aren't you afraid he'll take your stuff?Deng Siqing: So what? I'd even give him my life.
Cheng Huanhuan: Show him our chat history.Deng Siqing: No way.
Cheng Huanhuan: …
…
When they returned to the Magic City airport, Liang Yin personally came to pick him up. As soon as he got in the car, she excitedly asked, "How did the review go?"
Lin Chudong said, "That's the result. My solo turned into a duet, and the person singing with me is actually Xu Feng—Zhang Yiran's former partner."
Liang Yin frowned. "So the rest of our band won't be able to go on stage?"
Lin Chudong said, "It's hard to say. We can ask them what they think. If they don't want to wait for such a slim chance, they can go home for the New Year. If they still want to try, they can stay and see what happens."
Liang Yin nodded. "They'll probably wait. Being able to spend the New Year at CCTV is rare."
The car stopped near the company. Just as they got out, an elderly man suddenly rushed over, holding his nose. "Miss, do you have any tissues in your bag?"
Seeing that the old man's nose was bleeding, Liang Yin quickly handed him a pack of tissues.
"Sir, are you okay?"
The old man shook his head. "It's an old problem. Thank you."
At that moment, a tall woman in high heels came running over, carrying a pile of groceries.
"Dad, are you okay? Your nose is bleeding again?"
She looked anxious and quickly wiped his nose. Then she said to Liang Yin and Lin Chudong, "Thank you. I just went to buy groceries, and he started bleeding again. It's an old problem. We've been to the hospital many times, but it never really got better."
Liang Yin nodded. Nosebleeds weren't serious illnesses, but repeated ones were very annoying.
Just as they were about to leave, Lin Chudong suddenly said, "I know a bit about traditional Chinese medicine. Do you want me to take a look?"
Liang Yin was stunned. Last time, Lin Chudong had taken her pulse. She thought he was just joking—did he really teach himself?
He'd only studied for a few days, and he dared to treat someone?
The woman hesitated, then said, "Alright, I'll trouble you."
Anyway, checking a pulse didn't cost anything. She was skeptical—if this young man was trying to sell medicine, she wouldn't be polite.
The old man held his nose with his left hand, tilted his head back, and extended his right hand for Lin Chudong to check his pulse.
Lin Chudong was excited. This was his first time diagnosing someone. He wanted to see how powerful the beginner-level TCM skill from the treasure chest really was.
After about half a minute, he said, "Your cun pulse is broad, your chi pulse is thin. Your liver fire is excessive. It's just internal heat—nothing serious."
The woman frowned. "That's what the doctors said too, but every time he gets a nosebleed, it's hard to stop."
"Then we'll use a folk remedy," Lin Chudong said.
He pointed at the groceries. "Did you buy garlic?"
The woman blinked. "Yes."
"Give me two bulbs."
She handed him two bulbs of garlic. Lin Chudong took one and handed the other to Liang Yin.
"Chew it. Chew it up and put it in my palm."
Liang Yin's face twisted. Chewing raw garlic in broad daylight?
Before she could refuse, Lin Chudong had already peeled several cloves and stuffed them into his mouth.
Liang Yin wasn't delicate. The old man was still bleeding, so she peeled garlic and stuffed it into her mouth too.
They spat the mashed garlic into Lin Chudong's palm.
"Sir, take off your shoes and socks," Lin Chudong said.
The woman quickly helped her father remove them.
"Which nostril is bleeding?"
The old man pointed to the left.
"Alright."
Lin Chudong pressed all the garlic paste onto the sole of his right foot.
After two or three minutes, the old man removed the tissue, wiped his nose with a fresh one, and said in surprise, "It really stopped!"
The woman looked shocked. "This actually works?"
"So next time it bleeds, I can use this too?"
Lin Chudong nodded. "Yes."
Seeing that they weren't selling medicine, the woman's attitude became much more polite. "Thank you. My name is Huang Wei. You look familiar—are you…?"
Lin Chudong quickly said, "I'm just an ordinary person. We'll be going now."
He grabbed Liang Yin and left quickly. He had forgotten that he was now a public figure—I Am the King of Singers had made his face recognizable. After the next episode aired, even more people would recognize him.
Huang Wei wanted to call out to them, but they had already walked far away.
Her phone rang. She answered impatiently, then scolded, "Am I the only director in operations? Don't give recommendation slots to dramas with bad ratings. Quality over quantity, understand? The boss isn't paying us to waste money on garbage dramas!"
"I take one day off and you still can't handle things? What am I paying you for?"
After venting, the old man said, "Don't get so angry. When you get old, you'll be full of illnesses like me."
Huang Wei hung up. "I inherited this temper from you!"
The old man said, "Alright, I'm fine now. You've got work, right? Go."
She nodded. The company really couldn't function without her.
Looking at their departing backs, she murmured, "That guy looked like a singer."
…
Liang Yin drank half a bottle of water and chewed two pieces of gum, but she still couldn't suppress the garlic smell in her mouth.
"Dafei, where did you learn Chinese medicine? You haven't studied long, but you're already using it?"
Dafei's self-learning ability shocked her. Even TCM universities required five years of study. How could he be this good?
"I just saw a folk remedy and happened to use it," Lin Chudong said. "Boss lady, you'd better not talk to me. It's too smelly."
Liang Yin glared at him. "That's your fault! You're complaining? Don't you smell like garlic too?"
Lin Chudong covered his nose. "I smell too, but I'm not talking to anyone face-to-face."
Liang Yin's face flushed. "You bastard, Dafei! I'll suffocate you with garlic breath!"
She hooked an arm around his neck and breathed into his face.
If Lin Chudong had seen her lift him onto an ambulance with one hand before, he'd know she wasn't to be messed with. But he was overconfident after his physique increased.
He tried to push her away, but she yanked his head forward—Their heads collided, and their lips touched instantly.
There was no romantic slow motion, no thrilling feeling—just the pain of teeth hitting lips.
Lin Chudong clutched his mouth, his expression twisted in pain. They both squatted on the ground for a while.
"This is my first kiss!" he complained.
"Mine too!" Liang Yin shot back.
Lin Chudong felt lifeless. When he got old, his first kiss would be remembered as one full of garlic.
…
Back at the company, everyone looked at their strange expressions.
Jia Lu asked, "Brother Fei, what happened to your mouth?"
"It's nothing. I bumped it," Lin Chudong said.
She looked at Liang Yin. "Boss lady, what about you?"
"I bit my mouth chewing gum," Liang Yin said.
"Oh."
Liang Yin told everyone about the Spring Festival Gala situation. As expected, no one wanted to go home for the New Year. Even if they couldn't get on stage, spending New Year's backstage at the gala was rare.
Lin Chudong asked, "Did the review results for the drama come out?"
"Yes. They gave some feedback. Some scenes need to be cut. The editor said it'll be done by tomorrow."
Lin Chudong nodded. He hadn't expected censorship to be so strict. He thought there were no problematic scenes, but the explosion scenes were probably considered too bloody.
"Since we're free, let's binge-watch our own drama. Finish it within 24 hours—it counts as work."
Jia Lu pulled out snacks. "Paid binge-watching? I never dreamed of this!"
Lin Chudong said, "Get ready. I'll change clothes."
Liang Yin said, "I'll copy the files so we can watch on TV."
After they left, Jia Lu whispered, "What's going on between Fei and Boss Lady?"
Their excuses were too fake.
Wang Zhi frowned. "Did you smell garlic?"
"My analysis: they secretly ate garlic crayfish and cut their mouths."
Everyone: …
Jia Lu: "Please stop analyzing."
…
They watched all fifteen episodes in one day.
By the last few episodes, Jia Lu was so absorbed she forgot to eat her chips, holding one in mid-air.
"Watching nonstop is so shocking."
Guo Xiaoliang ran to the restroom. "If this didn't end, I'd pee my pants!"
He thought "no dull moments" was a figure of speech—but it was literally nonstop.
Liang Yin's face was flushed with excitement. "This drama will definitely explode!"
"Uncle Chen, as the representative of the elderly group, can you understand it?"
Chen Jianguo frowned. "Some parts were confusing, like the games and role-playing, but overall it's very good."
He was even more impressed with Dafei. A music prodigy who was also talented in film?
Even before airing, they could tell it was special.
Lin Chudong said, "Once the edited version is ready, Boss Lady and I will visit Youmei Video."
"You're planning to sign with them?"
"Maybe. We'll visit all platforms, starting with Youmei."
He wanted an exclusive revenue-sharing deal. He believed in the show and wouldn't sell the rights outright—he'd never recoup the cost that way.
With over 100 million views likely in days, making tens of millions was very possible.
He couldn't control the market, but as long as he made money, it was fine.
"Dafei, the editing department sent the trailer. Should we start promoting?"
"Post it on our official account. Let fans share it."
Their fans were active and loyal.
"Don't forget, we have a big star in the show."
"Right—Lin Qiqi!"
Speak of the devil.
His phone rang.
"Hello, Qiqi."
"Dafei, are you busy? Sister Song wants to ask about the song."
"I forgot. I'll come over now."
"Okay, I'll wait at the company."
He couldn't delay writing her Spring Festival Gala song.
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