"This is the one. I’ll take a new one, please."
"Of course, sir. One moment."
Soon, the saleswoman brought over a new guitar and handed it to Lin Jiang.
After paying, Lin Jiang left with the guitar, planning to give it to Tang Wan the next day.
Qin Yangyang linked her arm with Lin Jiang’s and said with a smile,
"Let’s be clear. You have to actually know how to play, not just strum it a few times to make some noise."
"Don’t be so hasty. There are too many people here. We’ll talk about it when we get home."
"I think you’re just bluffing."
"Other parts of me are pretty hard too. I’ll let you experience them when we get home."
"You’ll say anything in public. You have no shame."
Chatting and laughing, the two of them drove home.
After the car came to a stop, Lin Jiang unbuckled his seatbelt. Qin Yangyang’s gaze kept darting toward the driver’s seat.
"Let’s go."
Lin Jiang got out first and retrieved the guitar from the back seat.
"Come on, we’re home."
Qin Yangyang’s expression was a little conflicted.
"Did you forget something?"
"The guitar’s right here, and you’re holding all the stuff you bought. We didn’t leave anything behind."
"Think again. Carefully."
Lin Jiang took the Beating Star out of the storage compartment.
"Are you talking about this? Didn’t you just say you weren’t interested in this thing? We can just leave it in the car then. No need to bring it inside."
"I’m not talking to you anymore."
Qin Yangyang opened the car door and got out.
"Are you sure you’re not talking to me? If you ignore me, I’m really leaving this in the car."
Qin Yangyang’s face instantly flushed red, and she stomped her foot in embarrassment.
"Are you trying to annoy me? Let’s just go!"
Lin Jiang chuckled, put the Beating Star in his pocket, and Qin Yangyang’s expression returned to normal.
The two sisters had vastly different personalities.
Qin Youyou simply loved to have fun, whereas Qin Yangyang liked playing with these little toys—a stark contrast.
Carrying their things, the two returned home. The smart lighting system automatically turned on the living room lights.
With no regard for her image, Qin Yangyang kicked off her shoes and draped her coat over the back of a chair.
Sitting on the chair, she first took off the black top she wore underneath, then peeled her thick, black tights down to her thighs.
"Mr. Lin, could you give me a hand?" Qin Yangyang said mischievously.
Lin Jiang, halfway through taking off his own clothes, went to help Qin Yangyang pull off her tights.
Now, Qin Yangyang was wearing only a set of dark blue lingerie. She then folded the clothes she had taken off.
Afterward, she picked up both her and Lin Jiang’s coats, went to the bathroom, and put them on two hangers.
Her movements were so practiced and natural, they were like a long-married couple.
Taking a hair tie from her bag, Qin Yangyang tied up her hair and looked at Lin Jiang.
"I’m going to take a shower first."
"Okay, go ahead."
Qin Yangyang changed into a pink oversized T-shirt and went into the bathroom.
Lin Jiang grabbed his phone and lay down on the sofa. There was a message from Fang Jie about He Wenyi.
Too lazy to type, he called her back instead.
"What’s the verdict?"
"Her contract has two years left. According to industry standards, the penalty for breach of contract is five million."
"That’s not too bad. A lot less than I expected."
"It’s mainly because she isn’t very famous. After all these years, she still doesn’t have a hit to her name. If it weren’t for the explosive growth of variety shows recently, giving her a chance to make an occasional appearance, she’d have even less recognition. Let me put it this way: her current level of fame is lower than Tang Wan’s. Otherwise, that guy Wang Sheng wouldn’t have dared to be so rude to her."
Fang Jie laughed self-deprecatingly.
"Look at it this way: if she were really famous, would we even have had the chance to become friends?"
"You may not have been famous in the industry before, but the future will be different."
"And I have President Lin to thank for giving me this opportunity."
"Don’t just thank me with words. Show me some real action."
"You’re terrible."
Lin Jiang chuckled. "Go ahead and handle it. Try to get her signed."
"Are you sure about this? We have the resources to sign singers and actors with much bigger followings right now."
"Signing stars who already have a following costs more than you’d think. The returns are better if we develop our own talent."
"So... you think He Wenyi has potential?"
"Of course. Otherwise, I wouldn’t want to sign her."
"I’ll handle it. Five million is just a ballpark figure. The actual number might fluctuate during negotiations."
"As long as it’s not too ridiculous."
"Okay, leave it to me."
Having finished their business, Lin Jiang hung up the phone.
’He Wenyi’s talent score is over 90. She’s absolutely worth developing. If we can sign her, our talent pool will be a little more complete.’
Just then, Qin Yangyang came out of the bathroom wearing a sheet mask.
"Your turn. Go take a shower."
"I’m not going to," Lin Jiang said from the sofa.
"You’re not? Are you not feeling well?"
"No, I just don’t feel like it."
Qin Yangyang put her hands on her hips. They had other things to do later, so how could he not shower? But it was the kind of thing she couldn’t just say out loud.
"Not showering isn’t an option. Hurry up and go."
As she spoke, Qin Yangyang pounced on Lin Jiang, her slender fingers touching his waist.
Done teasing Qin Yangyang, Lin Jiang went to the bathroom.
When he came out after washing up, he saw Qin Yangyang on the bed in the bedroom, applying body lotion.
"Come here, let me put some on you."
Saying that, Qin Yangyang picked up a nearby bottle of serum, spread it evenly on her hands, and waited for Lin Jiang to come over.
"I don’t want any. It makes my face feel all sticky."
"Just let me. I already squeezed it out."
Full of enthusiasm, Qin Yangyang went up to Lin Jiang and applied the serum from her hands onto his face.
"Now that’s more like it."
Satisfied, Qin Yangyang took off her sheet mask, ready to do her final cleanup.
Lin Jiang went to the living room, picked up the guitar, and tuned the strings.
"Why are you fiddling with that thing again?"
"Tuning it. The notes will be off otherwise."
Although she didn’t know much about music, Qin Yangyang understood that bit of common sense.
"I know that part, but do you know how to tune it?"
It was clear from Qin Yangyang’s expression that she didn’t believe him.
"Just wait."
Lin Jiang fiddled with the guitar, and after a few minutes, it was tuned. He looked at Qin Yangyang.
"What song do you want to hear?"

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