Chapter 127: The Rise of Ren Qian

The nurse looked up at her father and Aunt Feifei, who were practically glued together, and couldn't help but feel indignant on behalf of the entire company staff.

"At your age, still showing off your affection everywhere? Everyone at Gunshi knows about it. It's shameless and undignified... Just sing already! Record the song, release it, and let every single fan in the entire Empire suffer!"

"That's a great idea, Nizi! Brother Lin, we could use this opportunity to announce our marriage. And then, we can promote my new album as well. It’s a double celebration! Think of the exposure—it’ll be the perfect hype, and the results will be incredible."

Aunt Feifei had been acting younger and younger lately; this level of unbridled public affection was becoming too much even for Ren Qian to bear.

"You could even create a life while you're at it, and then it would be a triple celebration. Having a baby, getting married, releasing an album... You know, you could even hold a concert with the baby. You’ve got to start them young, right? That way, you won't spend all day plotting against my Brother Qian. A quadruple celebration!"

Ren Qian: "..."
Father-in-law: "..."
Aunt Feifei: "..."

Nizi’s sharp wit was truly something else. Her words had Aunt Feifei beaming with delight; she actually thought it was a brilliant plan!

"How about we make it a quintuple celebration? No, no, a sextuple! Look, Brother Lin and I get married after falling pregnant and release an album. And Nizi, you get married to your golden boy after falling pregnant too. A happy event like this would be the wedding of the century! Why don't we start the sextuple celebration plan tonight? You better put in some effort, Golden Boy, and try to get Nizi’s belly rounded as soon as possible!"

That was it—Ren Qian felt he couldn't stay a second longer. The nurse was blushing furiously; she was reminded of that night when she had let her "Brother Qian" have his way with her. Why had she been so bewitched as to indulge that bad boy?

"Oh, my little Nizi is blushing. Have you two been doing anything intimate? You don't need to worry about precautions anymore, just go crazy."

The father-in-law watched the whole scene. He was quite open-minded; both Nizi and Ren Qian were of age to be married. Knowing the necessary details wasn't something shameful—it was just human nature.

"Ahem, why don't you two go get your marriage license one of these days? Whether you hold a ceremony or not doesn't matter; the Golden Boy isn't going anywhere. Nizi, spend more time with Ren Qian. He’s been tired lately, juggling that show 'I Am a Singer' day and night..."

"It's fine, Nizi can just stay busy at Gunshi Entertainment. She’s in the prime of her youth; don't let family life waste that. Anyway, the nurse and I are going for a stroll outside. We won't disturb you two any longer."

With that, Ren Qian led the nurse out of the room. At the door, they ran straight into Fatty Xu.

Was this really Fatty Xu? Ren Qian didn't think so, but the look on the nurse's face told him it was indeed her—Fatty Xu, having shed nearly a hundred pounds.

Two women make a drama. The reason for this saying is that these two women were linked to two others, who in turn were linked to yet another man. A scandalous, winding tale spanning twenty years was on the verge of being exposed. To the father-in-law, it was just a romantic escapade, but to Ren Qian, this was a massive trap. He recalled that evening under the sunset when Fatty Xu had intercepted him, saying, "Brother Qian, I’m going to chase you until you’re lying in my arms like a delicate bird."

Uh... Whether it was the heavy version of Fatty Xu or the slim version, the image of him lying in her arms like a delicate bird was just plain wrong. Besides, while Fatty Xu had lost weight elsewhere, her chest had remained unchanged, and her rear was still firm and round. It really lived up to her remark: "Is your girlfriend’s chest big and her butt round? Is she wild in bed?"

"Isn't this Little-Chest-Sister? You’ve been working at it for half a month, but there’s no change in the scale. Can you even develop any further?" Fatty Xu taunted.

Though a fire burned in her heart, the nurse just smiled, took Ren Qian’s arm, and walked away.

"That girl... one day, I will make her look at me with envy and jealousy, yet be completely helpless to do anything about it."

That sounded... quite ruthless. A chill ran down Ren Qian’s back. He remembered the universal truth: never provoke a woman. Thinking of this, Ren Qian remembered Young Master Yan. He wondered how he and his little girlfriend were getting along lately. Had the half-month of "supplements" had any effect?

After wandering around Gunshi for a while, the nurse suddenly thought of something and pulled Ren Qian toward an office. The sign on the door read in neat, printed characters: Public Relations and Information Department. Inside, staff were busy sorting through various entertainment magazines, while others pushed carts filled with the latest newspapers and periodicals.

"This is an important department at Gunshi. I’ll show you. This cabinet here? It’s full of information about you."

Ren Qian opened the cabinet, pulled out a magazine from the far right, and flipped through it. It detailed the rise in ratings for the Jiangnan radio station after his first song aired. His initial fame began right there—a song called "Boundless Oceans, Vast Skies" had made him known to many listeners. Later, the station frequently played his songs, from "Boundless Oceans, Vast Skies" to "Goodbye, Ideals," "The Flower Protector," and "Still Thinking of You"...

Even if they didn't always remember his name, the melodies had spread. Certain malls in Jiangnan City started playing these unique tracks to boost their atmosphere, and because of his excellent performance, the results were surprisingly good.

"Was that when I started? I didn't even pay attention, I don't know how I got famous..."

Turning to another page, Ren Qian saw the history of his ascent. He had written two songs for Lin Ruowan—the father-in-law—"Scoundrel" and "The Prodigal's Heartfelt Voice." These two songs had garnered massive popularity for his father-in-law, increasing his album sales by nearly five million. Since then, Ren Qian had entered the sights of several major entertainment companies. They were captivated by his talent and were breaking their necks trying to get their hands on one of his works. But Ren Qian wouldn't sell his songs...

Page by page, magazine by magazine, Ren Qian browsed the critiques of his music, the assessments of his temperament—it was all there! The information was incredibly comprehensive. Much of it was stuff even Ren Qian was learning for the first time.

"How is it? A company's ability to gather information is just as crucial as its ability to package and promote artists. Sometimes, it’s even more important. Because this doesn't just concern the personal information of artists; it includes trend analyses of the music industry over the past few decades..."

So powerful? Ren Qian hadn't expected the nurse to be in charge of this.