Chapter 262: Super Excited, Super Thrilled!

Chapter 262: Super Excited, Super Thrilled!

Wu Chen knew what had happened.

On the previous July 20 he had asked Song Xuan. All she had said was that An Menglan had called her, but that had been enough.

Of course Wu Chen knew who An Menglan was.

He also knew she was Song Xuan’s idol.

And he could infer why she had called.

So he knew exactly what emotional state Song Xuan was in.

Wu Yurong stood off to the side.

It still looked a little odd.

But so long as she was not sitting in Wu Chen’s lap, she could be standing anywhere in this private room and it would be nothing more than slightly odd.

Not a problem.

Under ordinary circumstances Song Xuan might have asked about it.

Right now she asked nothing at all.

Nothing shocking had happened to break her mood this time.

She was still overwhelmed with excitement.

“Senior! Do you know who it was? An Menglan! An Menglan called me! She said she wants to sign me, wants me to join her company! Aaaah—”

She was so excited that she actually shrieked at the top of her lungs.

She looked very much like a little girl.

She was not a child, but she was still only a second-year university student. Her feelings for her idol were not the same as those of girls who simply chased celebrities, though not so very different either.

“Xuanxuan, quiet down!” Wu Yurong gathered herself and raised her voice.

Then, with a look that was reproachful but still indulgent, she said gently, “We’re in public. Watch yourself.”

“Mom!” Song Xuan called in a spoiled tone.

She hurried over, seized her mother’s arm, and bounced twice where she stood, still bursting with it. “It’s An Menglan! An Menglan!”

“Mm-hm, mm-hm, I know. Your idol.” Wu Yurong smiled helplessly and humored her.

Outside, the female bodyguard Chu Yan pulled the door shut.

Song Xuan fussed excitedly over her mother a moment longer, then took two steps to the other side of the table and dropped into the seat facing Wu Chen. She planted both elbows on the table, leaned forward, and said in a rush, “Senior, Senior! An Menglan wants to sign me!”

Far too excited.

She wanted someone to share it with.

“Wow! Really? Congratulations, congratulations.” Wu Chen played along, deliberately exaggerating his tone as he smiled.

Which actually calmed her down a good deal.

“Tch! Senior, you’re so perfunctory. You don’t mean a word of it.” Song Xuan pouted.

But at once she leaned in again, excited all over. “Senior, this is An Menglan! How can you be so calm? She wants to sign me! She wants to sign you too! She even asked me for your number. Your songs are even more popular than mine, and you’re so talented. She’ll definitely promote you. You could be a huge star—”

She spoke extraordinarily fast.

She was not normally like this. Right now she was behaving like an ordinary salaried worker who had suddenly won a hundred-million-yuan jackpot—so excited, so thrilled, so keyed up that she could barely hold herself together.

An Menglan was not merely her idol.

She was bound up tightly with Song Xuan’s dream of music.

While she talked, Wu Yurong edged a little closer to Wu Chen’s side and gave a slight indication.

He shifted inward.

She sat down beside him and murmured, as if to herself, “That side is right under the air conditioner. It’s freezing.”

She was covering for herself.

Song Xuan had not even asked why Wu Yurong had been standing beside Wu Chen. Yet she volunteered the explanation anyway, so that her daughter would think she had merely been changing seats because the air conditioner opposite was too cold.

Song Xuan still paid no attention to what she said.

That moment had already passed. There was no reason for the girl to think anything of it now.

Wu Yurong was simply too frightened inside, which was why she had explained unprompted.

“…Senior, can I give An Menglan your phone number?” Song Xuan had already reached the question.

Before Wu Chen could answer, a slightly pitiful expression appeared on that exquisite face.

“Senior, please. Don’t say no, all right? We’re in this together, aren’t we?”

She cared too much.

She was afraid he would refuse. If An Menglan could not sign Wu Chen, this suddenly viral singer from outside the industry, then perhaps her interest in signing Song Xuan would change too.

He had written all the songs, after all.

It was not that Song Xuan thought Wu Chen had no wish to be a huge star and make a fortune. Only that he might not want to sign with An Menglan’s company.

An Menglan was a female singer, and most of the newcomers she developed were female singers as well.

“You can give her my number.” Wu Chen thought a moment, then smiled at her. “But… I’ve no plans to debut.”

“No plans to debut?” Song Xuan froze.

She could not follow his thinking.

“Senior, don’t you want to make money?” she asked.

“Of course I do. But… can’t I make money writing songs?” Wu Chen smiled.

“But wouldn’t debuting make you… even more? Unless… your girlfriend won’t let you…” Her tone turned a little strange.

With Wu Yurong present she did not say the words “rich woman.” That would have made Wu Chen lose too much face.

“Xuanxuan, shouldn’t you discuss signing with a company with me first?” Wu Yurong said suddenly.

Her voice stayed gentle and sweet, but her eyes were entirely serious as she looked at her daughter.

“Mom…” Song Xuan looked at her and wilted at once.

Wu Yurong was a woman whose inner nature stood in sharp contrast to her outward manner. Her gentleness was usually only the surface.

She was, after all, the woman called the Black Widow.

Song Xuan knew her mother far too well.

And she did not dare push against her head-on.

“Mom… Mommy…” She called twice, her voice growing more coaxing with each. She reached out, took Wu Yurong’s hand, and pleaded, “Just let me sign, won’t you? I promise it won’t affect my studies. I won’t go to events. I’ll only take the music seriously. It won’t take up much time… Mommy… please…”

By the end she was playing at being cute.

It was a perfectly ordinary daughter coaxing and pleading with her mother.

“It won’t affect your studies?” Wu Yurong asked, her eyes serious.

“Mm-hm, mm-hm. I promise. Absolutely not.” Song Xuan nodded quickly.

“And you won’t debut?” Wu Yurong asked again.

“It wouldn’t really… count as debuting,” Song Xuan said.

“Then would they even sign you?” Wu Yurong countered.

“Mom! You don’t understand. An Menglan is purely about the music. I can simply release songs. Besides, our family isn’t short of resources. We can negotiate with her. I’m not doing it for the money…” Song Xuan said, shaking her mother’s hand gently.

She coaxed from every angle.

Song Xuan was confident she could sign with any music company. Even if she never truly debuted, even if she brought the company nothing beyond a share of song revenue, getting signed would be the work of a moment.

That confidence rested on her family.

Senlan Group was a giant of the apparel industry. What company would not want a relationship with the capital and connections it represented?

So the obstacle to signing was nothing else.

It was only whether Wu Yurong agreed.

“…She said she’d be willing to meet me and talk. Mom, if you’re worried, you can talk to her too. All right? Please…”

“Fine…” Wu Yurong agreed reluctantly. “But I have to be involved from beginning to end. Whatever happens, I want to know all the details.”

“Okay, okay! I’ll let you be involved in everything and watch the whole thing!” Song Xuan said.

She stood, leaned over to kiss her mother’s cheek, and added, “Love you to death, Mom! I’m going to call her—”

Song Xuan hurried out.

She went outside to make the call because there were things she did not want to say to An Menglan in front of her mother.

The door closed again.

Wu Chen glanced at his watch, then lifted his coffee with a smile and took another sip.

Wu Yurong shot him a very strange look.

What occupied her now was not her daughter’s singing.

She was still thinking about Wu Chen.

Could he really know things before they happened?

“Is there a flower growing on my face? Why are you looking at me like that?” Wu Chen set down his cup and asked, smiling.

“What color am I wearing underneath today?” Wu Yurong asked softly, sweetly.

She was testing him.