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Chen Haoxuan took off the tracking ring and casually put the diamond ring he intended to exchange for it on Song Fangfang's finger. Song Fangfang pouted, her eyes misty with tears, looking pitiful.
Chen Haoxuan pretended not to see and sat to the side sipping coffee.
Seeing that Chen Haoxuan didn't come to comfort her, Song Fangfang felt particularly wronged. She spoke up, "I don't need the ring; in a few days, I'm having a concert in New City, and I want you to accompany me on stage to sing."
Hearing Song Fangfang's words, Chen Haoxuan was taken aback. He was a billionaire, one of the richest people in China, someone who could easily make it onto the list of the world's wealthiest individuals. How could Song Fangfang ask someone of his status to perform? It was audacious of her to even suggest it.
"No way, I'm not a singer. I'm not going," Chen Haoxuan shook his head and waved his hands.
Song Fangfang's lips quivered, and tears began to well up in her eyes. If Chen Haoxuan said no again, her tears would flow as if commanded.
He couldn't stand to see a girl cry. Seeing the tears welling up in Song Fangfang's eyes softened his heart. "Alright, alright! I agree."
"Then you need to write a song right now so I can practice a bit and we can coordinate better later," Song Fangfang revealed her true intention—she wanted Chen Haoxuan to write a song.
"Okay, but I have one condition: the song I write won't need any other vocals, just a pianist. I've already chosen the pianist; it's that girl who performed with me on the show before. I taught her piano, and her skills are definitely up to par. If you agree to let her play the piano, I'll agree to write a duet for us," Chen Haoxuan said. He was doing this for Meilin Huang; teaching her piano was his first job that helped him improve his life, a significance only he understood.
Additionally, Chen Haoxuan recalled that Meilin Huang had expressed a desire to become a star after appearing on the television show. Becoming a star wasn't easy; some relied on talent while others depended on opportunity. Some had talent but never got the chance to showcase it. So he wanted Meilin Huang to play at Song Fangfang's concert, arranging for her to be center stage for more exposure. He believed that by the end of the concert, Meilin Huang might become a little star.
Having Chen Haoxuan's apprentice play the piano was something Song Fangfang eagerly accepted. "Great!"
"Wait for me; I'll write the song now. Later, I'll take you to my apprentice's house—she's your fan! You must be gracious enough to sign an autograph for her," Chen Haoxuan smiled as he spoke.
"Wow, I'm so happy! The disciple of the Wealthiest Person in Huaguo is actually my fan. I'm so excited!" Song Fangfang said with a smile.
Chen Haoxuan told Song Fangfang: "You can play by yourself. I'll find you once I finish writing." After saying that, he walked into his room. Inside, he had a computer and a printer. He needed to use the computer to write down the song and then print out a few copies, so he wouldn't have to handwrite it.
Song Fangfang, having seen the world, didn't care too much about formalities. She began to admire Chen Haoxuan's villa on her own. The villa gave her a very innovative feeling; she thought it must have been designed by Chen Haoxuan himself. Only someone as talented as Chen Haoxuan could design such a perfect villa.
It was just a song, and Chen Haoxuan didn't need to think too hard about it. Coming from the Future Century, he could easily whip up a song. As someone reborn in the 21st century, he felt it would be a shame not to create original work.
Chen Haoxuan wrote a famous Love Song from the Future Century. The song was filled with emotion, accompanied by pleasant piano melodies. It was sung by a couple because only they could fully express the essence of the Love Song. However, Chen Haoxuan didn't worry too much; he believed that in the 21st century, even if he hummed randomly, others would call it a hit song. The difference between music from the Future Century and that of the 21st century was simply too vast.
After finishing the song, Chen Haoxuan changed into his signature white fitted suit and stepped out of his room with two copies of the sheet music, only to find that Song Fangfang was gone. He called out several times: "Miss Song? Song Fangfang?"
No response? Chen Haoxuan headed toward the rooftop. He knew that when people visited villas, they often wanted to go to the rooftop first because it offered great views. A villa's appeal is partly based on its design and partly on its surroundings.
On the rooftop, Chen Haoxuan indeed found Song Fangfang. She was examining his unfinished sculpture. "The song is ready; let's go!" he called out to her.
Seeing Chen Haoxuan, Song Fangfang bounced over to him. His reaction! Due to her movement, her figure swayed noticeably, making Chen Haoxuan inwardly exclaim: "A deadly weapon!"
Song Fangfang didn't notice this; she approached him and admired his outfit. As one of China's most famous businessmen, he was even more renowned than some celebrities, so she couldn't possibly be unaware of him. When she saw his outfit, she recalled news reports mentioning that his white suit was his signature attire—something she had seen on television and in newspapers before; it was indeed a beautiful piece of clothing. Now that she could see it up close, she wanted to appreciate it thoroughly.
Song Fangfang circled around Chen Haoxuan several times and exclaimed: "This outfit looks amazing! No wonder you say it's your signature piece; no one else in the world has one like it—everyone else's are just knockoffs."
Previously, when Chen Haoxuan said this, it was to prevent others from wearing the same clothes as him. Indeed, several wealthy young men had tried to show off by having their clothes copied from him. When they proudly wore them out, people pointed at them like they were monkeys and called them shameless and foolish for wearing knockoff versions of Chen Haoxuan's signature attire. Those young men were embarrassed for months and never dared to wear identical outfits again. This clearly demonstrated how impactful Chen Haoxuan's words were.
"I have some women's clothing here. If you want, I can send you a piece," Chen Haoxuan said generously.
"No need, I've already bought over a dozen of the women's outfits you designed. Let's talk about this stone! Is this the one you mentioned that could sell for at least one billion Renminbi after being carved?" Song Fangfang asked, pointing at the stone that had already been sculpted in the middle of the rooftop.
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