"Why are you still standing?" Yu Zexiao was annoyed.
Last time, it was because of Liu Chunmei’s illness. Although it was unavoidable, it was also unmanageable. But this time, she actually made him wait so long!
Jian Anning seemed to still be preoccupied. She lifted her head, thought for a moment, said nothing, and continued to walk further inside.
Yu Zexiao was somewhat at a loss due to her attitude. In his memory, Jian Anning was always calm, no matter what happened, she seemed to have a calming presence. Her grave expression now clearly indicated that something must be quite serious!
"What’s the matter, huh?" Yu Zexiao, at this moment, wasn’t angry with her anymore. He pulled her into the room and shut the door behind them with a "snap". He suddenly felt a surge of manly pride, the grand sentiment of wanting to shield his wife from all hardships.
Jian Anning didn’t speak, and the less she spoke, the more nervous Yu Zexiao became. He hugged her tightly, and his lips kissed her cheek, "What’s wrong, Anning, huh? If there’s anything, tell your husband, and I’ll help you solve it!"
"Go away, what husband! We’re not even married yet." Jian Anning was somewhat in a daze, but it was only for a moment. After that, she quickly regained her composure, "No, it’s actually great news. Huasi Film and Television said they’ve secured someone to be in charge of the music production for the new album."
"Oh?" That piqued Yu Zexiao’s interest, and he asked, "Who is it? The music godfather from the Island Country or the Samba King of North America?"
Previously, Huasi Film and Television had given him a rough list of candidates, including the music godfather from the Island Country, proclaimed as the veteran producer of the Asian region and a bellwether of Asian pop music. Another was the Samba King from the United States — while dubbed the Samba King, he didn’t actually dance the samba. Instead, he was deeply familiar with South American and African American music elements, like samba, tango, and jazz. The records he produced were not only full of rhythm but also perfectly matched with dance.
Yu Zexiao didn’t want to cover his own music, but if the production was overseen by either of these two, he thought he would be very happy.
"Neither," Jian Anning shook her head and thought about it. Actually, her low spirits were probably — jealousy?
If it hadn’t been for her father’s accident ten years ago, that title of John Gruber’s closed-door disciple would have been hers!
Jian Anning said, "It’s a relatively unknown musician but someone with a good music education."
"Is that so?" Yu Zexiao thought her gloominess was because she felt it was unfair for him —
After all, Huasi Film and Television had promised to arrange a music tycoon for him, but instead, they got an unknown newcomer — this was simply insulting!
"Yes, but although he’s not well-known, he must have a good musical education. Moreover, he’s a model of classical music."
"Really?" Yu Zexiao became even more curious, "Who is this person? Someone from our country or from Europe and America?"
Jian Anning shook her head and finally came back to her senses, speaking softly, "He’s a piano master’s closed-door disciple, John Gruber!"
At this revelation, Yu Zexiao was also startled. John Gruber was his idol!