Ling Qianhe felt he was dreaming.
He was originally working in his exclusive recording studio at the television station, pulling an all-nighter to write the theme song "Burning Youth" for "Tomorrow's Idol."
However, perhaps due to several days of non-stop work, he dozed off on the sofa and eventually lost consciousness.
As his consciousness faded.
There were hands.
Grabbing him.
He could feel a familiar sweet scent, which made him instinctively reach out and kiss deeply.
The lips were so sweet, with a hint of faint orchid fragrance.
Only Sister Mu Ci possessed such a scent.
So fragrant and intoxicating, he kissed deeply, savoring the sweet aroma, as if he would be forever lost in a dream and unwilling to wake.
But.
It was still a dream.
He had to wake up eventually.
When he woke up, the sky had already brightened.
The faint orchid scent in the air had vanished without a trace. Ling Qianhe stood up, the curtains outside pulled open. For a moment, he couldn't distinguish whether last night was a dream or reality.
It seemed like there were flashes of light from across the street. It must be those damned paparazzi! Ling Qianhe sneered and pulled the curtains shut.
The phone rang madly.
Ling Qianhe frowned in annoyance.
The young man picked up his phone and glanced at the number.
It was Chen Fei, whom he had sent to the Maldives for a vacation.
He stared coldly at the number, then answered the call.
Sister Fei?
Chen Fei on the other end of the line was extremely nervous.
Xiao He, what did you do? Why is the entire internet filled with gossip about you and that Lin family's eldest daughter?
Ling Qianhe was stunned.
What?
Gossip?
Chen Fei was on the verge of tears, almost breaking down. She was still on vacation overseas, and with the time difference and poor signal, it was difficult for her to provide timely counter-efforts and public relations work for Ling Qianhe.
I'll send you the news links.
Ling Qianhe's slender fingers clicked on the news, and he was taken aback himself.
At three in the morning, outside the television station building, a young girl in disheveled clothing emerged from the building. She looked flustered and pitiful, with half of her delicate, fair shoulders and long, slender legs exposed, her clothes clearly having been pulled.
Paparazzi were writing sensational headlines nearby.
Tomorrow's Idol contestant Lin Muxi spent the entire night in Ling Qianhe's recording studio.
Ling Qianhe's expression turned colder by degrees.
The girl in the photo had a delicate and young face, like a newly born lotus bud, her posture exuding an indescribable sense of pity.
Her lipstick was smudged, and her cheeks were flushed. Even in the candid shot, her astonishing beauty could not be concealed!
However.
Ling Qianhe thought to himself.
How did he not know that Lin Muxi, the young lady with the same name as his Sister Mu Ci, had stayed in his recording studio all night?
Last night.
Who did he.
Kiss?
Upon returning home, Lin Muxi was joyfully informed by the system.
So many paparazzi have taken pictures of you just now!
Ling Qianhe's fan group has exploded. Do you know how many people are cursing and insulting you?
They're saying you seduced Ling Qianhe and wish you would die immediately, hahaha!
You've become famous overnight. Congratulations, you're the first contestant in a talent show with the most anti-fans in history!
Lin Muxi rolled her eyes to the heavens.
Do you think this is glorious?
The system chuckled merrily.
Hehe, anti-fans are still fans. Now you won't have to worry about attention at all.
Let me show you!
The system brought up Lin Muxi's character panel.
Lin Muxi, Female, Eighteen years old. World Renown: 0.01%.
The system added explanatory notes.
World Renown means how many people in this world know your name. If your World Renown reaches over ninety percent, you will pass the test, fulfill the original host's wish, and complete the milestone of being famous throughout the world, earning ten thousand universal points!
Lin Muxi had no interest in listening to the system's empty promises.
She said.
Why were the paparazzi waiting for Ling Qianhe?
The system replied.
He is a superstar after all.
But Lin Muxi still felt something was not quite right.
She thought for a moment and asked.
What is Feng Yuting doing?
This person hadn't made any moves for a long time, and Lin Muxi always felt that he wouldn't just let things go.
The system was taken aback.
Ah? Let me check.
Oh? He has also invested in this program.
He might also come to the recording site later.
Lin Muxi rubbed her temples, unable to suppress a headache. One Ling Qianhe was enough trouble for her, and now Feng Yuting as well.
The system continued its incessant chatter.
Host, by the way, your doctor Yang Lanyan is also investigating you!
He might also find your changes a bit too significant.
He is proficient in psychology, so he might actually discover something.
Lin Muxi's expression turned cold.
It really is.
Damn trouble.
Three troublesome men.
Are they planning to form a mahjong game?