Chapter 55: A Surprise? (Bonus Chapter)

“Mom, Dad, just pick whichever room you like and move in,” he said.

“This… sigh.” Wang Xin sighed, leaving the living room to inspect the rooms.

Once his parents had left, Lin Yi quickly approached Zhao Xin and whispered, “This room is way too expensive. I can’t afford it.”

“It’s fine. Consider this money a loan from me. You can pay me back later,” Zhao Xin replied nonchalantly.

Over fifty million? Could I really earn that much?

Lin Yi pondered silently. If he managed to sell all those songs, it was quite possible he could make over fifty million.

But would it be worth selling to others?

For example, he had already earned over seven million from the solo performance of “Your Answer.” There was no way he would part with that song.

Only those songs he felt didn’t suit him would be sold to others.

“Alright then,” Lin Yi muttered reluctantly.

“I’ll come find you tomorrow,” Zhao Xin said, ready to leave.

At the door, she glanced back with a smile. “By the way, I’m living next door to you.”

Lin Yi: “…”

Have I just walked into a den of wolves?

As night fell, Lin Yi lay in bed, his mind racing, tossing and turning.

This bed is huge—big enough for several people!

Kaohsiung International Airport.

A plane that had taken off from RB was slowly descending at the airport.

A handsome man wearing black sunglasses and a mask was watching the airport exit. Beside him stood a tall, imposing man with a cold expression.

Near the turn at the exit, a curvaceous woman wearing sunglasses hurriedly pulled a suitcase, with a young man running quickly behind her.

“Hey! Don’t look down, look here!”

Hearing the familiar voice, the woman lifted her head instantly, her face lighting up when she saw her beloved, and rushed toward him.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, hugging him tightly, radiating happiness.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to come see me? So I asked your manager about your flight,” the man said gently, running his fingers through her hair.

“Alright, let’s talk in the car. It wouldn’t be good if the media caught us here.”

“Yeah.”

The car pulled up to a villa.

The man entered, removed his mask and sunglasses, revealing his face—Lin Youjia!

The woman did the same, her face now clearly visible—Deng Ziqi, the youngest female singer to ever perform at the Hong Kong Coliseum!

“Let’s sit for a bit.”

Lin Youjia went to the tea station, boiled water, poured it into a teapot, and brewed tea.

He placed tea cups in front of the three of them using tongs, then poured the tea.

“It’s a bit hot; let it cool for a while. Are you thirsty? If so, I can get some drinks from the fridge.”

“No, we’re not thirsty,” Deng Ziqi quickly waved her hand.

“How has the tour been going this time?” Lin Youjia asked Deng Ziqi with concern.

“Not bad. Finally over. I’m exhausted!” Deng Ziqi stretched lazily, smiling brightly.

“How’s the sales of your new solo album?”

“Pretty good. There were some issues, but overall it’s doing well. Physical album sales have exceeded 450,000 copies, and digital sales over 50,000,” Lin Youjia replied with a smile.

Lin Yi’s matters had been settled, and his new album was moving in a positive direction.

After a brief lull, a surge followed as more people bought the album, boosting sales.

“That’s really impressive. Hmm…” Deng Ziqi glanced at Lin Hong from time to time, silently conveying, Do you understand what I mean? Do you get it? Why are you still standing there?

“Ahem, um… Zhang Dan, I have something personal to discuss with you. Can you step outside with me for a moment?” Lin Hong cleared his throat and looked at Zhang Dan seriously, though inwardly he cursed—They haven’t even warmed their seats before being kicked out.

So irritating!

“Ah?” Zhang Dan was momentarily caught off guard.

Seeing Zhang Dan’s expression, Deng Ziqi, frustrated, secretly gave his thigh a playful pinch.

“Oh, okay, okay,” Zhang Dan hurriedly stood and left the tea room with Lin Hong.

Outside, rubbing his thigh in pain, Zhang Dan thought, This woman’s hand is really ruthless! She’s making me forget my closest friends!

Just as Lin Hong and Zhang Dan stepped out, Deng Ziqi eagerly approached Lin Youjia, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and looking up at him expectantly, pouting, “Where’s my surprise? You promised me a surprise on the phone earlier. No backing out now!”

“No backing out,” Lin Youjia said affectionately, then took out his phone and sent the song Lin Yi had given him to Deng Ziqi. “Here, I sent it over. Take a listen yourself.”

Deng Ziqi eagerly opened the file Lin Youjia had sent, flipped through the lyrics, and rolled her eyes, utterly disappointed. “So this is the surprise you mentioned?”

“What? Not a surprise?” Lin Youjia looked puzzled. Her new album was still in need of a lead single. Could it be... she didn’t like the song?

Surprise, my foot! More like a scare! I don’t want just any song! Deng Ziqi was so frustrated she felt like screaming.

“Don’t you like this song?” Lin Youjia asked, noticing the disappointment in her eyes.

“If not, we can choose another one.”

Ah! Ah! Ah!

It’s not the song’s fault!

Suppressing her urge to explode, Deng Ziqi smiled and said, “I like it. I really like this song.”

“That’s good. I thought you didn’t.”

Deng Ziqi: …

How did I end up with such a boyfriend?

I’m so exhausted!

…

“Ah! Ah! Ah!”

Sounds like a pig being slaughtered echoed from outside the window.

“No way, I really can’t take it anymore! Don’t push me!” Lin Yi’s face was pale as he panted heavily. Sweat drenched his clothes, and beads of sweat rolled down his face continuously.

The dance teacher was merciless—his thigh felt like it was about to break. This wasn’t how stretching was supposed to be done!

“Lin Yi, you can do it! Keep going!”

“Keep it up!”

“Come on!”

Nearby, a group of girls in dance practice clothes clenched their fists, cheering Lin Yi on.

“I… can’t… ah! My legs are numb, teacher,” Lin Yi said weakly, his legs trembling uncontrollably, numb and aching.

Dance instructor Xu Ying saw Lin Yi’s pale lips and lifeless state and quickly called over a girl to help support Lin Yi to a bench.

“Can I stop now? I’m really not cut out for dancing!” Lin Yi took the drink the girl handed him, sipped it, and said sadly.

What am I, a grown man, doing dancing? I have no talent for it.

“Lin Yi, success is 99% sweat plus 1% talent. If you put in more sweat, you’ll get closer to success. The same goes for dancing,” Xu Ying patiently encouraged.

That sounds so familiar…

Damn, isn’t that the motivational nonsense I spouted to the media?

Lin Yi was silent for a moment before saying, “Teacher, actually that saying has a second part: but that 1% talent is more important than the 99% sweat!”