Obsessive Tycoon and His Swan Girl
Chapter 141 - 141 141 Backfires

Chapter 141: Chapter 141 Backfires Chapter 141: Chapter 141 Backfires Fen Ye acknowledged and thought the conversation was over, about to hang up the phone when he heard Qin Jingchen ask, “What should I do if a girl gets angry?”

“Err, it depends on the type of girl and what she needs.” Fen Ye had encountered quite a few girls, most of whom could be appeased with money or gifts.

For the few who needed emotional connection, he was too lazy to bother.

Hearing his response, Qin Jingchen pinched the bridge of his nose. Going by Fen Ye’s experience, asking him was as good as asking no one.

“Who is it, Jingchen?” Fen Ye wondered to himself, could it possibly be who he was thinking?

If that was the case, it would be troublesome!

“It’s nothing.” Qin Jingchen put away his phone.

Fen Ye cursed under his breath. It really was that sister-in-law!

With a girl like that angry, it wasn’t just him; he couldn’t think of anyone or any method that could settle her.

Jiang Zhe had just entered the school gate when she received Qin Feng’s heartfelt apology message on WeChat, which essentially said that she had become engaged to her husband in that manner and had copied a part of it.

The intention was to bring her closer to Qin Jingchen.

In reality, Qin Feng’s personality was never to meddle in such matters; she was always adept at handling work-related issues.

But when it came to emotions, she wasn’t as skilled as she believed. This time, she had a lapse of judgement, which led to such a foolish plan.

The moment Jiang Zhe left, Qin Feng regretted it.

So even if Qin Jingchen had not mentioned it, she would have sent the apology message anyway.

Jiang Zhe didn’t reply to Qin Feng, simply scrolling through the next person’s message.

What followed was a message from Qin Jingchen.

Jiang Zhe glanced at it.

Actually, she hadn’t really been angry about the incident itself; as for what she was truly upset about, she hadn’t quite figured it out yet.

It was this feeling of not even being able to understand her own thoughts that was frustrating her, also causing her to feel repelled by the whole situation.

Ever since she could remember, she had always been able to control her emotions, resolve any issue on her own.

It was as if being in this world, she alone was enough.

Having others around her couldn’t dictate any of her emotions.

Anyone who did affect her emotions was seen as a nuisance, an unwelcomed disturbance.

She took off her headset, put it into her backpack, and moved forward, without replying to Qin Feng, and even less so to Qin Jingchen.

…

After messaging Jiang Zhe, Fa Pinglun was certain that she would not go to the National Conservatory of Music to learn popular contemporary music.

His friend, a professor responsible for popular music at the National Conservatory of Music, was named Fan Yin, an elegant woman.

Hearing this, she felt somewhat regretful, “So you mean to say Jiang Zhe has no interest at all?”

“This child, once she’s set her mind on something, she will not waver. Push her too hard, and it will backfire. Since she has rejected my offer of giving you her contact details, it shows she has made up her mind. I think it’s best not to disturb her,” Fa Pinglun spoke from his years of experience and understanding of Jiang Zhe’s nature.

“Professor Fa…” Fan Yin suddenly leaned in closer, “You’re not bluffing me, are you?”

“Why would I deceive you? What good would that do me?”

“Why do I feel like seeing me unable to attain what I want makes you very happy?” Fan Yin looked at him with suspicion.

Fa Pinglun was indeed pleased to see someone else face the same rejection as he had in the past; how could he not be?

He hid his smile, “Really? Where? How come I don’t feel happy?”

Fan Yin stood up and said, “Then forget it, it’s not meant to be for now. We’ll talk about it later.”

“I think you might as well forget about later too. If she was really intent on developing in music, she wouldn’t have rejected me when she was in junior high and refused to attend the Beijing Music Academy Affiliated Secondary School,” Fa Pinglun said.

Fan Yin now understood why he knew so much about Jiang Zhe’s rejection. She said, “So, Professor Fa is speaking from personal experience of rejection.”

Fa Pinglun blushed at being exposed, “What? What did I just say?”

Fan Yin left, taking out her earphones and listened to Xu Jin’s music on her phone.

Recently, she had listened to all of Xu Jin’s music. Not only were Miss J’s compositions artistically impressive and popular, but more importantly, each one suited Xu Jin’s natural vocal qualities.

Creating mainstream pop music has many challenges, ensuring both artistic quality and compatibility with the singer’s characteristics is often difficult to achieve.

But Miss J truly had no weaknesses, which was astonishing.

That is to say, if she could write such songs for Xu Jin, she could certainly produce many more masterpieces if she wished.

“Professor Fan,” Zhou Yaming approached.

He was gentle and refined, dressed in a blazer, and like Fan Yin, he was a professor of popular music at the National Conservatory of Music.

“Professor Zhou,” Fan Yin removed her earphones.

“Professor Fan, I heard you were looking for information about Jiang Zhe?”

“Yes, but I asked a friend to inquire, and she herself isn’t much interested in learning music, so I can only respect her wishes,” Fan Yin said with regret.

“Not interested?” Zhou Yaming chuckled, “Does she even know what kind of school the National Conservatory of Music is?”

Every year countless students long to attend, the school that has extremely strict admissions and annually supplies a huge number of professionals to the entertainment and cultural sectors, shaping a significant portion of the country’s pop music scene.

Fan Yin disliked Zhou Yaming’s arrogant tone and replied, “People have their own aspirations; what if she has better options?”

“Impossible. Jiang Zhe’s grades are terrible; what other choices could she possibly have? Let’s not even talk about her grades; regarding music, I’ve also heard rumors that this Miss J is not actually Jiang Zhe. Instead, Xu Jin attributed the name to her to repay the Jiang Family’s kindness from the past,” Zhou Yaming said.

Fan Yin found such hearsay distasteful; not to mention anything else, one could sense the emotions in the songs themselves and know that the creators and singers were not the kind of people who would engage in what he suggested.

As a musician, her sixth sense about music itself, she believed, was never wrong.

“Professor Zhou, Jiang Zhe won’t be coming to our school, and she hasn’t flaunted her name in public, nor has she ever appeared in the entertainment industry. Given this, whether she takes credit for the name or not is unimportant, isn’t it?” After speaking, Fan Yin had lost interest in continuing the conversation and said, “I have to go teach a class now.”

Zhou Yaming smiled. This Fan Yin was still too academic, living in an ivory tower, believing in everything.

Just because she couldn’t win Jiang Zhe over didn’t mean he couldn’t.

Of course, the premise was that Jiang Zhe must be Miss J; otherwise, it wouldn’t be interesting.

…

After returning from Qin Feng’s place, Jiang Zhe wasn’t in the best of moods. She set down her backpack and went to the bathroom to wash her face.

The cold water hit her face, sending a chill through her skin and making the restlessness inside her subside to calmness.