Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity

Lin Wanzhou didn't hold back, expressing her anxiety with some hesitation.

"The letter."

"A letter? What letter?"

"The ones I wrote to you before, and the one you wrote to me." She glanced at Xu Qingyan and pursed her lips slightly," This song is really good, and comes with a handwritten letter."

Xu Qingyan was stunned for several seconds before realizing that it was just a coincidence. These thoughts swirled in his mind, but when they came out, they turned into,

"What's written in the letter isn't important; what matters is that we're still standing here. To be honest, if I hadn't entered this field, we probably wouldn't have had any interaction."

Before he could finish, he suddenly felt someone in his arms, and his chest grew slightly damp.

Xu: "...."

He swore he hadn't intended to stir Lin Wanzhou's emotions; he was just trying to comfort her. As it turned out, his words were well-spoken, but unnecessary to repeat; instead of cheering her up, he had made her cry.

He wouldn't be able to appear on TV as a golden mediator, as his attempts at consolation resulted in making people emotional.

Lin Wanhou held onto Xu Qingyan, her head buried in his chest. The scent of lavender laundry detergent, warmed by the sun, enveloped her like she was buried in a warm ocean.

The magical scent soothed her unhappiness, even stirring up an odd emotion.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward. Xu Qingyan pondered what to say next. But Lin Wanzhou had already calmed down, and they remained in their embrace.

Lin Wanzhou moved slightly, releasing his waist.

"If you hadn't entered this industry, would you have ignored me? Like... Jiang Yuyao."

Xu Qingyan was slightly surprised. He had only mentioned Jiang Yuyao once, and she had remembered. This... The girl had a really good memory; she could easily have gotten into a top-ranked university.

"...You misunderstand, I didn't say I'd ignore you." He thought for a moment, then said earnestly, "She's a good person. It's just that we are fated to meet, but not fated to be together, not fellow travelers."

"Later, I didn't expect Jiang Yuyao would come out to speak for me. I didn't respond for her own good. After all, being in the spotlight, it's best not to contact once the limelight has passed."

"In the future, we probably won't have much to do with one another, and right now there's a lot going on and it's complicated. More often than not, I'm walking on thin ice, as you know, some things in this industry are hard to predict."

"I'm just an ordinary person with limited capabilities. I can only take it one step at a time."

Having said this, Xu Qingyan paused briefly before continuing to respond to her previous question.

"Every relationship is different. For me, doing that show was the only way out. So, there's no such thing as 'what if'; this was always the inevitable outcome."

"Many things can't be changed, whether it's departure or reunion. All we can grasp is the present, like focusing on recording well. The greater your abilities, the more you can change."

His explanation was extremely detailed and straightforward, without any evasion.

Lin Wanzhou understood, and the knot inside her suddenly loosened.

"Oh, I see."

She stared at the wet tear stain blooming on her chest, and, for some reason, reached out and wiped it with her hand.

As their eyes met, Lin Wanzhou suddenly realized what she had done and her face flushed red.

Xu Qingyan found it amusing, and not minding the small gesture, he asked with a smile, Stay connected via My Virtual Library Empire

"Are we going back to record the song?"

"Yeah." She nodded, following Xu Qingyan back.

"Your makeup's all smeared." Xu Qingyan looked back,

He suddenly pointed to her face, which elicited a startled cry from the girl.

So Lin Wanzhou hurried back to the recording studio, rummaged for a small bottle of makeup remover from her bag to clean her face, and washed up, looking refreshed like a blooming flower after the rain.

Lin Wanzhou, with and without makeup, each had their own charm, with the light makeup indeed being stunning.

They recorded a preliminary version, and the results weren't bad.

Xu Qingyan couldn't tell good from bad, thinking it already sounded CD quality. But Lin Wanzhou wasn't very satisfied and wanted to continue to find the right feel, hoping to record a better version.

After having lunch nearby, they went back to continue recording in the afternoon. They spent the whole day recording instead of going to the amusement park as planned, so they had to postpone it to another time.

By the time Xu Qingyan dropped Lin Wanzhou off at the studio, it was already dark. Qi Ting was waiting at the door, eagerly looking out. The faint light shining down, she waved her lit-up phone.

Xu Qingyan intended to leave directly but was suddenly stopped by Lin Wanzhou.

"Wait a second."

He didn't turn off the car, watching as the girl ran into the studio and soon reemerged with a guitar case. Bathed in the soft glow, her arms appeared taut as she revealed them from her sleeve.

The night breeze skimmed over, revealing a trace of her smooth skin.

"I promised you a guitar during the Mid-Autumn Festival but forgot to give it to you."

"A guitar?" Xu Qingyan remembered now.

He had initially refused, but when he heard it was from the show crew, he had accepted. Damn it, a life of poverty had left him with plenty of buffs and he simply couldn't afford to casually refuse.

This wasn't much about wealth; it was like a startup entrepreneur who, despite a net worth of millions, would still be thrilled with a fifteen-dollar coupon for takeout.

That kind of aristocratic air, more often than not, is transmitted through family heritage and upbringing.

Looking down, he saw several words written on the guitar case with an ink pen: "Xu Student."

"Alright, thank you."

Xu Qingyan took the guitar case and placed it next to the co-driver's seat. The car door was still open, and Lin Wanzhou, with lips pursed and eyes reflecting a subdued glimmer of light, pulled out a set of car keys.

Paramela.

"Huh?" He was a bit confused, "What is this about...?"

"We're going to switch cars; we bought a minivan." The girl blinked, seemingly eager to give away all the good things, "Ting Ting said she's not comfortable driving that model."

That might have been true; Xu Qingyan had more than once heard Qi Ting complain about the difficulty of driving the car, with the main issue being related to space.