"I was schoolmates with Niange. He was my senior. We knew each other long ago, so the new album is a record of our past happiness, as well as the kind of happiness that everyone once had but won’t come again."
"Congratulations to Miss Jian on the great success of the new album."
A long string of questions followed, and at the end, a reporter jokingly said, "Rumor has it that Mr. Lu and Miss Jian are very much in love. Could Mr. Lu give Miss Jian a kiss here?"
Jian Chenxi’s cheeks turned red, looking shy.
Lu Niange hesitated slightly, but still turned his head, slowly extended his hand, and held Jian Chenxi’s neck.
Ling Momo watched the scene on the TV with a stiff expression.
She didn’t notice Li Qingshen, who came downstairs for a drink of water, standing by her side, staring at her face all along.
The people on TV were certainly familiar to Li Qingshen, one was a planner signed with SE, the other an artist signed with SE.
Especially that man named Lu Niange, he was all too familiar with him.
When he returned home at twenty, a shy fourteen-year-old girl shyly confessed that she had fallen for a boy in the class next door named Lu Niange.
Lu Niange, Lu Niange, this man, he never spoke a word to him, yet he knew him inside out.
Now, Lu Niange had become someone else’s boyfriend, but she was still not giving up, gazing at the screen, lost and sad.
Li Qingshen pursed his lips, watching Ling Momo’s eyes gradually fill with sadness and a flame began to burn slowly within him.
He couldn’t deny it...he did find her expression somewhat irritating and annoying!
Ling Momo’s dark eyes shimmered with a layer of tears, watching the sunny and clean boy on TV slowly approach the beautiful and outstanding girl.
Her fingers clenched into fists involuntarily.
In her heart, waves of indescribable emotions churned.
Just at the moment when Lu Niange’s lips were about to touch Jian Chenxi’s, the TV suddenly went "pop" and was turned off.
Ling Momo blankly looked at Li Qingshen standing beside her with a remote control. The man’s face was gloomy, his eyes carrying a hint of savagery, "What are you standing here for, go and copy Beethoven’s ’Moonlight Sonata’ a hundred times!"
Ling Momo was stunned, came back to her senses, not understanding what she had done to offend him again, "I’ve already copied it a hundred times!"
"Then copy it a hundred more times!" Li Qingshen responded without hesitation.
Ling Momo stood still.
Li Qingshen frowned, his face extremely displeased, commanding, "Hurry up and go!"
In the past, Ling Momo would never dare to resist, even if she didn’t want to, she would slowly go upstairs to obediently copy it.
But today was different. On TV, the entertainment channel was lavishly promoting Jian Chenxi’s new album, with Lu Niange by her side, smiling and showing affection. They were a perfect match, looking like a match made in heaven.
Their happiness was built on Ling Momo’s sadness and pain.
Why could they be so wantonly glamorous, while she had to climb up from the bottom, pleasing others bit by bit?
She had even given up her most precious purity to avoid really dying.