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Chapter 345 - 346 A Song_1

Chapter 345: Chapter 346 A Song_1

Now, she was almost certain in her heart that her acting career was doomed.

Wang Yiyi was no fool, she had always been very emotionally intelligent.

Given her beautiful voice and good looks, why didn’t Li Changlin snatch Ma Kaibo’s quota or Chen Xueying’s slot, but instead chose her?

It was as clear as the lice on a monk’s head; this Li Changlin in front of her obviously had designs on her—he wanted to take advantage of her!

On this point, Wang Yiyi would rather die than comply. She was the daughter of a respectable family and would never allow herself to be humiliated!

Wang Yiyi knew that the price for refusing Li Changlin would definitely be to be put on ice by the company and thereby be alienated from her beloved dream of music.

But, Wang Yiyi was also very helpless!

She was just a newcomer; she had no voice in the company. If the company didn’t give her opportunities anymore, then she would really be finished.

So at this moment, Wang Yiyi’s heart was filled with despair.

She could see no future for herself, she saw her dreams shattered, and she saw herself being separated from music forever!

Feng Yongrui’s eyes also flashed with a hint of reluctance as he watched her.

This girl was so beautiful and so talented. Why, why did President Li have to be so ruthless and destroy her?

Feng Yongrui just couldn’t understand, it was too depressing!

Feng Yongrui sighed in his heart, full of regret; he was powerless to do anything!

After all, he was just a salaried worker now, even though he owned ten percent of the company’s shares. But it was Li Changlin who had control over the entire company.

Now that Li Changlin had just joined Ding Tianma, did he really have to confront his new boss?

Obviously, it was an impossibility. For the sake of Sky Horse, Feng Yongrui lacked the boldness to confront.

The only option he could choose was to compromise.

Li Changlin was unaware of what the two of them were thinking.

At that moment, he had taken out paper and a pen from his bag and began to write briskly.

The conference room became very quiet, making the sound of Li Changlin writing particularly grating.

At this moment, everyone’s gaze involuntarily turned towards Li Changlin.

Li Changlin’s face showed intense concentration.

From his expression, it seemed he was doing something very important.

But faced with this situation, Wang Yiyi really felt incredibly awkward.

Li Changlin, since you’ve already taken away my quota, why did you keep me here?

Could it be that you really have some indecent thoughts about me?

No, I will never agree to it, even if I felt a bit of fondness for you, it doesn’t mean I should obey you.

You want me to become your plaything, I refuse, I will never agree.

Wang Yiyi felt aggrieved as she thought.

Therefore, a mist slowly began to appear in her eyes.

Her eyes were on the verge of tears.

Wang Yiyi fiercely held back her tears, unwilling to show her weakness in front of others. She was Wang Yiyi, no one could frighten her, nor could anyone make her cry!

In her heart, she kept cheering herself on.

She refused to give up and was not willing to back down; she couldn’t be toppled by anything.

Inside, she continuously encouraged herself.

Wang Yiyi’s head tilted slightly upward, determined not to let her tears flow so uselessly.

She wouldn’t—she was a strong girl. She needed to control her emotions and bravely face the cruel reality that was about to come.

"Phew, finally finished," and at that moment, Li Changlin suddenly exhaled a long breath of air, followed by a ripping sound as he tore a sheet of paper from his notebook, then stood up and extended it forward, "Wang Yiyi, try singing this song."

"Ah, ah! Okay, okay!" The sudden sound had really given Wang Yiyi quite a start. And following that, the tears she’d been holding back started to pour out uncontrollably.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry!" Feeling embarrassed by her own state, Wang Yiyi immediately felt somewhat self-conscious, hastily rubbing her face in a frantic attempt to wipe away her tears.

In doing so, she forgot to take the piece of paper that Li Changlin was handing her.

Seeing her in such a state, Li Changlin was really at a loss. But a thought struck him, and he instantly guessed the reason.

Ahem, ahem, ahem...

Li Changlin coughed dryly, feeling the awkwardness—he had completely forgotten to give Wang Yiyi an explanation first.

And to think, he had made this sweet girl cry—such a sin, such a sin!

"Um, Wang Yiyi, please take a look at this song and try singing it," said Li Changlin, smiling as he reached out the sheet of paper toward her again now that she had finally wiped her tears away.

"Ah, okay." Feeling extremely embarrassed, Wang Yiyi quickly reached out to take the paper.

Glancing down, she was taken aback to discover that it was a song.

Without more thought, she started to read it seriously.

"This, this song, it’s so beautiful!" While she read, Wang Yiyi couldn’t help but softly exclaim in admiration.

It turned out that what Li Changlin had been writing was actually a song.

But now, was he trying to get into her good graces with this song? Should she, should she agree to it?

Wang Yiyi was very conflicted—Li Changlin’s talent had already easily conquered her.

So handsome, so talented, and he seemed to be of high status, at the very least it looked like even President Feng was quite respectful toward him!

At this moment, Wang Yiyi felt a little bit frustrated inside.

"What song is it, Mr. Li? Did you write it yourself?" Feng Yongrui had also come around by then, feeling slightly embarrassed but also expectantly looking at the paper in Wang Yiyi’s hands.

If the song was indeed created by Li Changlin, that would be amazing—maybe he had even composed it on the spot.

After all, Li Changlin would certainly not have known about Wang Yiyi before coming to take over Sky Horse Records.

For such an unknown newcomer, Li Changlin couldn’t possibly have prepared a song, could he?

"Right, it’s just something I wrote casually. Let’s first hear Wang Yiyi sing it to see how it sounds," Li Changlin waved his hand nonchalantly, as if it was just something he wrote in passing, when in fact, he had simply copied it.

"I’ve read it through, President Feng, Mr. Li, can I, can I sing now?" By this time, Wang Yiyi’s emotions had mostly stabilized, and she glanced at Li Changlin shyly before sweetly speaking up.

"Alright, then sing," Li Changlin nodded, with a look of anticipation.