Not long after Fu Haoyan left, Ah Feng arrived.
He took the electric guitar from Lei Shaoxin and drove her to the rehearsal studio.
Since they had performed together before, it only took half a day of practice for everything to fall back into place.
Later, Lei Shaoxin and Song Kewei stood outside the studio, smoking.
“We can start preparing for our debut,” she said casually.
Song Kewei took a deep drag and exhaled slowly. “Honestly… I really want to hold my own concert someday. Even a small one would be enough.”
Lei Shaoxin seemed thoughtful, lowering her gaze as she took a quiet puff, not responding.
At the same time, Fu Haoyan had just arrived at the company and immediately dove into several high-level meetings.
As soon as he stepped out of the conference room, he saw Li Mingxian—his silver hair unmistakable—lounging on the office sofa with his eyes closed.
Walking over with a file in hand, Fu Haoyan asked, “When did you get back?”
Li Mingxian opened his eyes. “Just landed and came straight here. Is Shaoxin okay?”
“She’s fine. Already discharged,” Fu Haoyan replied, then added, “Just that foolish sister from the Lei family caused the trouble.”
Li Mingxian looked intrigued. “I heard she fled overseas overnight.”
Fu Haoyan lowered his head and lit a cigarette, ignoring the comment. “What brings you here so early?”
“Nothing much. Just came to check on Shaoxin,” Li Mingxian said lightly.
Fu Haoyan took a deep drag, his voice faintly unsteady. “Mingxian… that day, I was really scared.”
Li Mingxian understood—this friend of his might be ruthless in business, but few ever saw the softness he kept hidden inside.
He reached out and patted Fu Haoyan’s shoulder in quiet reassurance.
“When you have time, bring Shaoxin to V Club more often,” he said before getting up to leave.
After rehearsal, Lei Shaoxin stepped outside, stretched, and looked up at the sky.
Checking the time, she realized it was lunchtime—perfect to meet Fu Haoyan.
When she arrived at the Fu Group, Ah Feng stayed outside chatting with the assistant instead of going in.
Soon after, she and Fu Haoyan came out together. Seeing him holding his car keys, Ah Feng didn’t follow.
From that day on, whenever she had time, Lei Shaoxin would meet Fu Haoyan for lunch.
Sometimes she spent the whole afternoon at his company and went home with him after work.
Other days, she practiced at the studio from morning till night.
Every week, Fu Haoyan accompanied her to her follow-up appointments.
Occasionally, they went to V Club to relax.
Life became calm and quietly beautiful—each of them easing the other’s weariness.
The performance permit had long been approved. One day, Fu Haoyan handed it to her personally.
The band members could hardly contain their excitement.
With her hair tied in a high ponytail and smoky eye makeup, Lei Shaoxin looked every bit the rock performer as she played her electric guitar on the street.
The wild, powerful sound drew a crowd, people pulling out their phones to record.
Every evening after work, Fu Haoyan would show up to support her. After the performance, they would head home together.
The smile on her face was the same one he had seen the very first time he heard her play—
a smile he hadn’t seen in a long time.
It was clear she truly loved music.
As the lead singer, Song Kewei attracted the most attention, often receiving piles of small gifts after each show.
Lei Shaoxin, with her tall figure and striking looks, also gained plenty of admirers.
After one performance, a petite girl ran up to Song Kewei, whispered something to him, then took the microphone.
Turning to face Lei Shaoxin, she said shyly, “Miss guitarist… I really like you.”
She stuffed a slightly crumpled letter into Lei Shaoxin’s hands and ran off, blushing.
After the show, Lei Shaoxin walked over to Fu Haoyan.
He took her guitar and slung it over his shoulder for her.
As she opened the letter and read it, he glanced down—being much taller, he caught a few lines.
With a teasing tone, he said,
“Didn’t expect you to attract both men and women.”
Lei Shaoxin had assumed it was just an ordinary fan letter—
but when she opened it, it was filled with confessions and even included contact details.
“Are you jealous?” she teased.
Fu Haoyan turned his head away, refusing to answer.
“Come on, I’ll treat you to fish balls.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him forward, breaking into a run.
That day, a red ribbon was tied into a bow in her ponytail, fluttering in the wind as she ran.
Once upon a time, his life had been nothing but work—
endless documents, a world of black, white, and gray, where the business world felt like a battlefield, and one wrong move could cost everything.
Then she appeared, adding color to his world.
At some point, his life was no longer just black and white—
there was a streak of red now.
He even began to believe that rock music would never die.
Was it that her broken soul needed him to heal it…
or that his dull life needed her to bring it to life?
The following days were wrapped in heavy fog, casting a hazy veil over the city and swallowing the quiet loneliness within.
That day, Lei Shaoxin decided to stay home.
She asked Ah Feng to accompany Fu Haoyan instead. Before he left, she unusually fussed over him, reminding him to drive carefully in the fog.
Originally, she planned to spend the day lounging on the couch, scrolling through her phone—
but suddenly, a notification popped up.
Her favorite artist was holding a one-day pop-up exhibition in the city.
She immediately jumped to her feet.
Grabbing a random set of car keys from beside the coffee machine, she headed to the garage.
The headlights of a black supercar flashed as she unlocked it.
Soon, the car sped out of the villa.
At the exhibition, the crowd was sparse.
Lei Shaoxin immersed herself completely in the artwork, not noticing He Zhuosheng behind her.
She found a painting she liked and turned to look for someone to purchase it from—
only to lock eyes with him.
For a brief moment, she felt awkward—whether because of the past engagement rumors or simply because they hadn’t seen each other in a long time.
Meanwhile, He Zhuosheng maneuvered his wheelchair toward her.
“Shaoxin, it’s been a while. Seen anything you like?”
Dressed in a white suit, he looked as refined and composed as ever.
“I didn’t expect to run into you here,” she replied.
Gesturing toward the painting in front of them, she asked,
“What do you see in this piece?”
He turned to study it.
“You can tell the artist wasn’t in a good state of mind while creating it,” he said.
“Feels like they lost something important.”
Lei Shaoxin understood immediately—he was testing her, hinting at financial matters.
She smiled faintly. “I think the artist felt quite at ease during the process.”
He continued probing, “Maybe when something is found again, good work naturally follows.”
Folding her arms, she replied, “I think this piece would suit your office.”
“It’s not a particularly good work,” he said with a slight smile.
After a pause, he asked carefully,
“The clarification statement that man named Fu released… was it true?”
Lei Shaoxin lowered her gaze. “It was very clear.”
He hesitated before asking,
“Shaoxin… if we had met differently, would things have turned out another way?”
“No,” she answered firmly, without hesitation.
A trace of sadness flickered in his eyes.
After all, his intentions at the beginning hadn’t been pure either.
Back then, his attempt to form an alliance with the Lei family had been driven by his own motives—using leverage to pressure Lei Jiu into the arrangement.
Lei Zhiying had refused, and by coincidence, Lei Shaoxin had returned and stepped into the situation instead.
Their meeting had begun as a scheme—
so what right did he have to speak of feelings now?
Without another word, Lei Shaoxin turned away and went to find the exhibition organizer.
She placed orders for two paintings, left delivery addresses, and walked out.
By the time He Zhuosheng came back to his senses,
her familiar figure was already gone.