Chарtеr 3: Lооks Likе Тhis Brat Wаs Rеаllу Нurt
“Aunt Jun, for the ‘Nаtiоnal Stylе Grand Prizе’ рrоgrаm, hеlр me find twо suitаblе guest рerfоrmers.”
“This brаt, hоw cоuld yоu wаit until nоw to mеntiоn somеthing sо imроrtаnt?” Fеi Jiаjun was рraсtiсally exаspеratеd. Ноw сould such аn importаnt mаttеr bе delаyеd?
Luo Qingxu rоllеd hеr еуes. Did I еven have а сhаnсе to get a wоrd in еаrlier? Yоur mouth runs fаster than а mасhinе gun, and yоur wоrds were sо dense thеrе wаs simрly nо оpening to interrupt.
So, Luo Qingхu brieflу ехрlаined hеr thoughts and requеsts: “Thаt’s how it is. I nеed оne singer and one backup dancer…”
“Our little princess who loves singing, why aren’t you taking the stage yourself this time?” Fei Jiajun teased Luo Qingxu playfully.
“Aunt Jun, I can still tell the difference between a hobby and a profession. With my level… heh, I can’t afford to lose this time.”
“Good that you know your limits! Wait, did you just say you wrote a song? Send it to me first.”
Luo Qingxu immediately sent the lyrics and music over to Fei Jiajun. After reading them, Fei Jiajun fell silent for a moment:
“Come to the company tomorrow morning at nine. I’ll send this to Producer Chen first for a look.”
…
“You’ve got to be kidding me? A song written by that young miss? This is practically sacrilege to the art of creation. Sister Jun’s doting on her is going a bit too far.”
Producer Chen scoffed dismissively, blowing out a puff of smoke. He then picked up the lyrics and music on the desk and began to read.
Chen Youkang, the in-house music producer for Luo Shen Media, was not only renowned in the music production field for his exceptional talent but also a heavyweight figure highly respected within the industry.
He had crafted countless classic works for numerous music superstars, and his influence and status in the music world were unparalleled.
Generally, a song written by a newcomer like Luo Qingxu wouldn’t even qualify to be presented before Producer Chen.
However, after reviewing the lyrics and music, Fei Jiajun felt they were quite outstanding. Coupled with Luo Qingxu’s prominent family background, the fiercely protective Fei Jiajun believed this song deserved to be evaluated by Producer Chen.
Producer Chen glanced at it and couldn’t help but retract his leisurely crossed legs from the desk. Unconsciously, he sat up straight, gently stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, picked up a pen, and began writing and sketching on the paper, his expression turning very serious.
A long time later, Producer Chen put down his pen, picked up his phone, and sent a message to Fei Jiajun:
Sister Jun, this is incredible. The level of this song is top-tier. We’ll discuss the details tomorrow.
Fei Jiajun, who had been waiting for a reply, finally breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the lyrics in her hand, she couldn’t help but worry again. It seemed this brat was really hurt this time, to be able to write lyrics and music like this.
As for whether Luo Qingxu could write songs, Fei Jiajun never doubted it.
Don’t be fooled by Luo Qingxu’s innate tone-deafness and her singing that could kill—last year, Luo Qingxu was admitted to the Music Composition Department of Huaxia Music Academy with a top-three score.
Although in high school, under the sweet talk of her “best friend” Bai Xuanlu, she became obsessed with singing, when it came to the college entrance exam, she still followed her family’s advice and applied for the Music Composition Department.
It must be said that Luo Qingxu did have some natural talent for music composition upon enrollment. She could quickly grasp complex music theory and had her own unique perspective on music. Since starting university, she had maintained excellent grades—except for that absurd insistence on becoming a singer and singing herself.”I hope this time she really wakes up.”
Fei Jiajun couldn’t help but think, hoping Luo Qingxu wasn’t just acting on a whim, that she would seriously pursue music creation and not waste her talent.
…
Ding-a-ling~ The early bird catches the worm, but the early worm gets eaten by the bird. Hehehe~ My little sleepyhead, time to get up~~
At eight in the morning, Luo Qingxu reached out, grabbed her phone from the bedside table, turned off the alarm, pulled the covers over her head, and went back to sleep—all in one smooth motion.
A moment later, Luo Qingxu swore she had only dozed off for a bit. When she picked up her phone again, it was 8:35. She immediately jumped out of bed.
After brushing her teeth, washing her face, and changing clothes, she rushed out the door, riding her little electric scooter straight to the company.
Yes, that’s right—a little electric scooter, the kind that never gets stuck in traffic.
In the bustling city of S, whether you drive a starter car worth tens of thousands or a luxury vehicle worth millions, rush-hour traffic treats everyone equally.
Cruising at 15 mph, Luo Qingxu made it to the company building in just 10 minutes. After parking her scooter, she dashed straight for the elevator.
“Hello~ Do you have an appointment? Miss, you can’t…”
The new receptionist stood up politely to greet her, only to see a figure whirl past like a gust of wind. She was about to speak up to stop her.
Her colleague next to her tugged at her sleeve and whispered, “That was Luo Shen’s daughter. Remember her next time you see her.”
Beep~ Watching the white-collar workers (or rather, workhorses) lining up for the elevator in the adjacent lobby, Luo Qingxu swiped her card for the CEO’s private elevator, feeling smug: They’re late, but I’m on time. VIP access is the best.
She couldn’t help but start singing “Good Days” (off-key version), completely unaware that the elevator was heading to the underground parking lot. Just as she was singing happily, the elevator doors opened, revealing a strikingly handsome man in a crisp suit standing at the entrance.
“Today is a good day, everything I wish for…”
Luo Qingxu’s singing abruptly stopped. His deep, sharp eyes glanced at her, and he stepped into the elevator with his long legs.
Ahhhhh… Mortifying! How could someone else be in the CEO’s private elevator?
Ugh~ He’s smiling. He definitely heard me, he definitely did~~
Gulp, that face, that figure—handsome as Pan An, graceful as a jade tree, elegant and poised…
No words could do him justice. Wait, isn’t this my brother’s private elevator? Then who is he??
Embarrassed enough to dig a hole in the floor with her toes, Luo Qingxu’s mind raced wildly. She didn’t dare look up, but thankfully, the 16th floor arrived in an instant, rescuing her. She slipped out of the elevator in a flash.
The man in the elevator watched Luo Qingxu’s retreating figure and couldn’t help but chuckle softly. Jiankai’s little sister was quite amusing.
“Good morning, Miss Luo~” Passing employees greeted her politely.
“Good morning~” Luo Qingxu responded cheerfully to each one.
“Miss Luo is always so friendly when she comes to the company. What nonsense are they writing online?”
“Don’t we know how this industry works? They can turn white into black.”
“I wonder if the rumors about the young miss and idol You are true?”
“Shh~ Keep it down. Don’t let anyone hear.”…
“Aunt Jun, good morning! I’m not late this time—I even arrived seven seconds early.”
Imitating “Luo Qingxu’s” usual manner, she pushed open Fei Jiajun’s office door without any hesitation.Fei Jiajun, who was reviewing documents, calmly looked up. After placing the files on the table, she casually removed her glasses and teased, “The little troublemaker is right on time again.”
This kid just loves to sleep—eight out of ten times she arrives exactly on time, and the other two times she’s late.
When Fei Jiajun first returned from abroad and met Luo Qingxu, Luo Qingxu was not yet five years old.
That day, Luo Qingxu insisted on throwing a tantrum, demanding that her mother, Ming Yayu, take her to the amusement park. Ming Yayu refused her request because she had an appointment with Fei Jiajun.
Luo Qingxu cried pitifully, and Fei Jiajun’s first impression of the child was: a little troublemaker who really knows how to cry.
Children never like being treated like kids, so little Luo Qingxu would always respond seriously every time she heard the nickname “little troublemaker.”
Sure enough, upon hearing the nickname, Luo Qingxu habitually replied, “Ms. Fei, I’ve grown up now. Please don’t call me a little troublemaker anymore.”
“Let’s go, little troublemaker! Producer Chen is already waiting.” With that, she stood up and led Luo Qingxu out.