Chapter 156: Do I Look Like a Sucker to You?

Chapter 156: Do I Look Like a Sucker to You?

Song Xuan had been played before.

Under her mother’s influence she had dreamed of music since she was small. Wu Yurong had always opposed the idea, but she had never forbidden her daughter from keeping music as a hobby.

Music was, after all, one of Wu Yurong’s own hobbies now.

At Donghai University Song Xuan studied business administration, following her mother’s arrangement. But she spent most of her free time on things connected to music.

She liked writing songs.

She wanted to be a singer.

Everyone at Donghai University knew it.

She had begun buying songs not long after enrolling. Donghai University had a music school, after all, with no shortage of students studying it professionally.

She wrote songs herself, too, and had uploaded some anonymously to the major online music platforms.

None of them had made any splash at all.

As for why she released anonymously—

She understood perfectly well that if she released music showing her face, or went into livestreaming, she would be popular very quickly.

She had never done it.

First, her family would not permit it.

Second, she did not want to become famous on the strength of her face.

She did not need the money.

Her love of music was pure.

It had nothing to do with money.

However famous a singer became, what they earned in an entire lifetime would still not exceed her family’s wealth.

She simply wanted to be a singer. She wanted the public to love her voice and her songs.

And she knew exactly how beautiful she was.

She understood that if a woman as beautiful as she showed her face, nobody would pay the slightest attention to whether the songs were any good. If she made it, people would say it was the face that had done it.

She did not want that.

Over the past two years she had released a good many songs and bought far more—thousands of submissions in all.

Far too many.

And because she was beautiful, far too many people wrote songs for her and tried to sell them to her.

Almost all of them men.

On the matter of buying songs, she had been “played with” more than once or twice.

Usually the real purpose was simply to get close to her. Someone would throw something together and bring it to her to sell. Some would not even ask for money and claimed they wanted to give it to her.

Song Xuan found it all extremely tiresome.

Those people were so boring.

But she had a mild temper, and had never lost it with anyone to their face over the matter.

Besides, nobody dared harass her too far.

At Donghai University she was the sort of girl even the rich young masters did not dare pursue.

The wealthier their families, the less they dared come near her, for fear of being misunderstood.

Because her mother, Wu Yurong, had put out word that Song Xuan was not to date while at university.

Anything could wait until after graduation.

Given Wu Yurong’s temperament and her methods, once she had said publicly that her daughter was forbidden to date during university, the sons of Donghai’s other wealthy houses were duly warned at home.

However beautiful Song Xuan was, they had better not chase her.

If Wu Yurong found out, there would be serious trouble.

And precisely because those rich, well-connected young masters dared not approach Song Xuan lightly, ordinary male students found both the courage and the pretext to try.

Wu Chen was still writing.

His pen moved extremely fast, and his handwriting was exceptionally fine.

At last—

“Done…” He set the pen down, looked up at Song Xuan, and handed the notebook across. “Take a look?”

Song Xuan already suspected he might be here to have fun with her.

But reaching a conclusion before examining the song would obviously be wrong.

So the doubt stayed in her heart, and out of politeness the sweet smile stayed on her face.

She took the notebook and began to read.

The lyrics were—

Very good.

The melody?

She tried humming it silently in her head.

Also very good.

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