Seven years after transmigrating, he was cornered at the head of the bed by a cold and aloof empress

Chapter 85: The Mysterious Producer "Qilin" Returns to the Scene!

In the conference room, the synthesized chorus was still echoing.

Although it was just a rough electronic sound and lacked the emotional support of a live singer, the melody was like an invisible hand, gently soothing the anxious nerves of everyone present.

Ethereal and ethereal, yet it possesses a power that strikes straight to the soul.

"Just because I glanced at you in the crowd..."

The moment these lyrics were uttered, it was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples all around.

Music director Lao Zhao slumped into his chair, tears streaming down his face. As a musician, he knew exactly what he was doing. The arrangement of this song was simply divine; every note seemed to resonate deep within the listener's heart. The lonely yet poignant atmosphere was practically tailor-made for Su Qingge!

"Who...who wrote this?"

Mr. Li's cigarette had already burned his fingers. He shuddered violently, ignoring the pain, and stared intently at the unfamiliar code name on the screen.

"Qilin".

Old Zhao uttered those two words with trembling hands, and a startling light suddenly flashed in his cloudy old eyes, as if he had remembered some long-forgotten past:

"I remember now! Seven years ago! Right when Qingge was going through her most difficult time since her debut, someone anonymously sent her a demo! The signature at the time was also Qilin!"

"What?"

The executives present looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Yes! Absolutely right!"

Old Zhao stood up excitedly, his hands gripping the table, and spoke at a rapid pace, like a machine gun:

"Back then, Qingge was blacklisted, and her debut song, which was originally planned, was withdrawn. We all thought it was all over. But the night before the press conference, that 'Qilin' sent us an arrangement idea for a song. Although it was just a melody, it directly revitalized the entire album and made Qingge an instant hit!"

"Later I tried to find this person, but he seemed to have vanished into thin air and never appeared again. I always thought it was a divine intervention or a casual act of charity from some reclusive master."

"I never expected... that he would come back at this critical juncture!"

Old Zhao's voice was splitting, a sign of extreme excitement leading to loss of control.

"This is the will of Heaven! May Heaven bless the starry sky! May Heaven bless Qingge!"

Without hesitation, Mr. Li slammed his hand on the table, causing the teacups to tremble violently.

"Quick! Stop reminiscing! Contact the production department immediately and get the instrumental track for this song! Tell the band, even if you have to drag them out of bed, they have to be here within half an hour!"

"Also, call Qingge! Tell her to come to the company immediately! Right now!"

……

Genting Manor, Master Bedroom.

Su Qingge was not asleep.

She was wearing a silk robe, leaning against the headboard, her phone in her hand, the screen still displaying the stock price chart of the company that had been shorted. Although Lin Zhou told her not to worry and to trust him, how could she, as the company's boss and at the center of this storm, possibly sleep?

Just then, my phone started vibrating wildly.

Caller ID: Lao Zhao.

Su Qingge's heart skipped a beat. Calling so late—could it be that the company is about to go bankrupt?

She took a deep breath, her fingertips feeling a little cold, and pressed the answer button.

"Uncle Zhao, is it...?"

"Qingge! Come to the company quickly! We're saved! We're saved!"

On the other end of the phone, Old Zhao's voice was so loud it almost shattered her eardrums; she could feel his frenzied joy even through the receiver.

"Qilin! It's the Great God Qilin! He's appeared again!"

"A Qilin?"

Su Qingge was stunned.

The phone fell onto the soft blanket with a "thud".

This name, like a taboo locked deep in her memory, instantly opened the floodgates that had been sealed away for so long.

seven years ago.

On that desperate rainy night, besides Lin Zhou, who gave her a home, there was another mysterious person who never showed up but helped her in her career.

That mysterious person was named Qilin.

She always thought it was the company's arrangement, or the work of a kind senior colleague. It wasn't until she became famous and used countless connections to investigate that she could find no trace of this person.

He was like a shadow, appearing when she needed him most, and then disappearing without a trace after he had done his thing.

"Is it really him?"

Su Qingge's voice trembled slightly, and her eyes instantly reddened.

"It's true! He sent me a new song called 'Legend'! Qingge, come quick! If we sing this song, we can not only turn the tide, but also completely crush that KUN from Dynasty Entertainment!"

"Okay! I'll be right there!"

Su Qingge hung up the phone, not even having time to think about why the "Qilin" would appear at this time.

She threw off the covers and rushed barefoot into the walk-in closet.

The mysterious person who once left a deep mark on her life, the shadow she once regarded as a benefactor and even as a source of spiritual sustenance, has really returned?

Five minutes later.

Su Qingge changed into a smart trench coat, her hair was casually tied into a low ponytail, and her face was flushed with excitement, even though she wasn't wearing any makeup.

She grabbed her car keys, pushed open the bedroom door, and hurriedly ran downstairs.

The villa was quiet, with only the sound of her slightly hurried footsteps.

however.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs on the first floor, she suddenly stopped.

A light in the living room had been turned on at some point, casting a dim and warm glow.

In the soft light and shadow, a tall figure leans quietly against the cabinet in the entryway.

Lin Zhou.

He had changed out of his loose loungewear and put on a well-tailored black shirt, the cuffs casually rolled up to reveal a section of his smooth forearm.

He casually twirled a car key in his hand; it was the key to the Cullinan that Su Qingge had given him.

Hearing the sound of people coming downstairs, Lin Zhou slowly raised his head.

Those deep, peach-blossom eyes shone brightly under the light, showing no sign of sleepiness, but rather an air of composure as if they had already seen through everything.

"Where are you rushing off to in the middle of the night?"

His voice was deep and mellow, like a glass of warm red wine in the quiet night, inexplicably bringing a sense of peace.

Su Qingge paused for a moment, then subconsciously tightened her grip on the bag strap:

"Something urgent at the company... I need to go to the recording studio."

"oh."

Lin Zhou nodded, seemingly unsurprised. He straightened up, took a long stride, and walked up to Su Qingge.

"It's so late, I'm worried about you driving alone."

He shook the car keys in his hand, and the metal made a crisp sound as it clashed.

Then, with remarkable ease, he took Su Qingge's handbag, put his other arm around her shoulder, pushed open the heavy door, and led her towards the garage.

"Let's go, my queen wife."

"I also want to see what kind of big event could make you skip your beauty sleep."

Su Qingge was held in his arms, feeling the warmth emanating from the man and the faint smell of tobacco. Her heart, which had been pounding wildly with excitement, miraculously calmed down.

She turned her head to look at Lin Zhou's sharply defined profile, and a ridiculous thought suddenly popped into her mind:

Why is it that every time I need something the most, whether it's that mysterious "Qilin" or this "gigolo" in front of me, they always happen to appear?

"What are you daydreaming about? Get in the car."

Lin Zhou opened the car door, made a gentlemanly "please" gesture, and wore that familiar mischievous smile:

"Although I'm a stay-at-home dad, I can occasionally work part-time as a driver."