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Chapter 482 - 352 "Every Word and Every Sentence

Chapter 482: Chapter 352 "Every Word and Every Sentence

Wu Mu was somewhat speechless.

Sing you a song?

For what?

Do you still think it’s like before, coming back at night, plopping down the guitar and playing whatever you want to hear?

He didn’t bother to respond, continuing to make a call.

"I’ll transfer the rights to your previous company albums to you."

Wu Mu’s fingers paused, looking up in surprise at Liu Lan who spoke.

Liu Lan was still half-leaning on the bench, her eyes not looking his way, just staring at the pitch-black sky, her face showing some signs of drunkenness, "You still have the rights to two albums in the company’s hands. Sing a song, and I’ll transfer them to you."

Wu Mu indeed had album rights held by Liu Lan’s company. In the years of his career and subsequent fall from grace, he made a total of three albums. The one "Farewell" which he made after his new beginning with the Starter Gift Package Performance Card, was entirely done by himself and thus all rights were in his own hands.

But for the other albums, they were designed and produced by the company. Even though he’d terminated his contract, it was unlikely for the company to give them to him since money was involved. Thus, they remained with Liu Lan’s company.

And now Liu Lan is willing to give them back just to hear a song?

Wu Mu shook his head, "President Liu, you’re drunk. You should go back early."

You can’t trust the words of a drunk person. If she regrets it later, he’d be singing for nothing.

But unexpectedly, Liu Lan turned to look at him sitting in the car, giving a faint, sardonic smile, "Do you think I’m that stingy?"

... The confident tone of a wealthy woman.

Wu Mu pondered for a moment. These two albums weren’t of much decisive importance to him. They might earn some money, but not a large sum considering their mediocre quality. However, they were the labor of his past self. Swapping a song for them wasn’t a bad deal.

"I trust you, after all, President Liu, you’re a person of integrity." Wu Mu praised.

Person of integrity...

Liu Lan’s face gradually turned cold.

If it could barely be considered as such in the past, since their separation, this person has been constantly disturbing her mood. From tonight’s party with a hint of unclear intentions, approaching her, that notion no longer held.

And this person in front of her clearly sensed it.

She never realized before that he was so perceptive, so at ease, so good at gauging people’s hearts.

After sending a brief message to Su Meng telling her not to come, Wu Mu undid his seatbelt and got out of the car, looking down at Liu Lan still sitting on the bench, "What song do you want to hear?"

"Whatever." Liu Lan’s voice was devoid of emotion, "Sing a new song."

Sing a new song?

Wu Mu thought for a moment, "What type of new song?"

What type of new song?

Just how many types of new songs do you have?

In the past, Liu Lan would never have imagined such outrageous words coming out of Wu Mu’s mouth.

If it were before, in such a private listening session, she’d definitely ask him to sing a love song, or even without her asking, he’d automatically sing a love song for her, clinging to her, expressing his love earnestly through his voice.

But now, that’s obviously no longer possible.

Moreover, her pride, not yet completely drowned by alcohol, would never allow her to say such things. Being able to come this far was already her limit.

"A suitable song will do." She still responded in an indifferent manner.

Suitable song?

Wu Mu thought for a moment, hesitantly saying, "Then I’ll sing a song dedicated to my past self. Do you have a guitar?"

A song dedicated to his past self?

Liu Lan turned to her bodyguard, her voice cold, "Go get a guitar from Qiao Xin."

Her bodyguard silently nodded, leaving two to continue watching over her while one drove back to the previous party’s manor to get the guitar.

In the waiting interval, the scene remained silent. Liu Lan, still in a drunken state, sat quietly on the bench while Wu Mu leaned against the car, swiping through his phone.

Soon, Liu Lan’s red Porsche returned.

Wu Mu took the guitar handed over by the bodyguard, strummed the strings to check the tuning, and couldn’t be bothered to find a place to sit, directly holding the guitar and standing.

He plucked the strings gently.

When singing songs without recorded accompaniment, he often used the guitar. After all, that’s what he could play. Despite years of piano lessons, it still couldn’t make the cut, while the guitar was convenient and readily available.

But that didn’t mean he was weak with the guitar.

For most people, it would sound weak, thin.

But his guitar skills were at 89 points, making him a genuine world-class master in guitar playing.

Even with just a guitar, he could still play a richly detailed accompaniment.

Liu Lan, half-leaning on the bench, turned her head, seemingly indifferent as she watched Wu Mu.

Since their breakup, this was her first time seeing Wu Mu up close like this.

She wondered if it was an illusion or simply that she hadn’t paid much attention before, now seeing it stood out.

This person’s looks, the way he played guitar, and his personality, all seemed to shine so brightly.

After a brief intro, Wu Mu started singing along with the accompaniment:

"She barely mentions you."

"Did she briefly love you."

"Come and go freely."

"Her intentions unclear."

"Close yet distant, all in vain."

"Listening to her flirt with others."

"Yet your grievance has no outlet."

Liu Lan’s drifting thoughts snapped into focus, her eyes fixed on Wu Mu.

A suitable song...

Truly suitable indeed.

"Friends can’t help but remind."

"She never truly cared."

"You laugh and say it’s okay."

"You’re alright with everything."

"She never mentioned liking you."

"But you always said you would."