"Are you sure you don’t want to record at my company’s studio?"
Lin An'an, sitting in the passenger seat, asked.
Xu Mo thought for a moment before shaking his head.
"It’s too far. It’d be inconvenient for you to come back for the car."
Lin An'an puffed her cheeks. Xu Mo’s reasoning was so sound she couldn’t even argue!!!
She had hoped to take him to her place.
Not to mention anything else—
Her studio was stocked with professional equipment and staff.
When it came to recording music, there was absolutely no comparison.
Plus, Lin An'an had her own little ulterior motives.
But Xu Mo had refused firmly and outright.
Fine, she’d let him have his way!!!
After all, she, Lin An'an, the Heavenly Queen of Music, was absolutely certain she’d win this bet.
Not even Zhou Qiaoqiao could change that.
She said so herself.
Why didn’t Xu Mo go to Lin An'an’s place?
Because he had his own music studio—
Fengqing Music Studio.
This was one of Xu Mo’s personal ventures.
Back when he was into music, he’d set it up with his spare cash.
The equipment here was top-of-the-line, all imported—the very best!
Worth every penny, even if it was pricey.
The gear was updated almost every year.
What???
You’re saying Xu Mo hadn’t used it in so long—
That it was a waste?
No, no, no.
Even though Xu Mo had stopped using it himself, the studio was still operational.
Plenty of bands loved recording here.
Though they had no idea
that the owner behind Fengqing Music Studio was Xu Mo.
Maojin Tower, Southeast Road, Downtown Magic City.
Xu Mo’s Fengqing Music Studio was located in this prime, ultra-expensive office building.
Without serious money, connections, or status,
there was no way you’d snag a studio space here!
After parking the car,
Xu Mo smoothly led Lin An'an inside.
The security guards recognized Xu Mo immediately
and let them through without hesitation.
As for Lin An'an—she was wearing a mask and sunglasses,
so they didn’t recognize her.
But recognizing Xu Mo was enough.
It was already working hours,
so the elevator was empty—
just Xu Mo and Lin An'an.
Lin An'an arched an eyebrow, surprised. "You seem really familiar with this place?"
"Of course. Because that music studio is mine," Xu Mo replied casually with a smile.
Lin An'an froze. She hadn’t asked earlier,
assuming Xu Mo was just taking her to some random studio to record.
Clearly, she’d overthought it.
The man had his own exclusive music studio.
But since it was Xu Mo standing in front of her,
everything made sense.
"What’s your studio called? Maybe we’re even in the same business,"
Lin An'an teased playfully after snapping out of her daze.
Xu Mo smirked mischievously. "You’ll understand when we get there."
The Heavenly Queen pouted.
(○｀3′○)
Even if what Xu Mo said was true.
Seventeenth floor.
Xu Mo brought Lin An'an to the studio’s entrance.
And there, she finally saw its name.
Her lips parted slightly beneath her mask,
her tone laced with disbelief.
"No way… This is yours?"
Xu Mo smiled at her.
"What, is this place famous or something?"
He hadn’t been here in ages,
basically leaving it to run itself.
In short—
he’d let it grow on its own.
Throwing money at it until it gained prestige,
then hired professionals to manage it.
Equipment upgrades were entirely their responsibility,
funded by deducting from the yearly profits.
At the end of the day, having a massive starting fund meant you could do whatever you wanted!!!
It was like having a hundred million in the bank—
you could just sit back and live off the millions in interest every year.
And that’s just one year, not even counting the next decade.
Lin An'an rolled her eyes. "Now I’m seriously doubting if you’re even the owner. Fengqing Studio does have some reputation in the industry. Its equipment and environment are among the best."
"It’s on par with my company’s recording studio."
That was high praise coming from Lin An'an!!!!
Her company was a major player, and their recording studio was top-tier—belonging to a massive music corporation!!!
The Heavenly Queen’s company was no small fry.
Crushing the competition was the norm.
And Xu Mo’s studio was nearly at the same level.
He just didn’t know it.
Or rather—he didn’t care.
"Let’s go in."
Xu Mo pushed the door open and led Lin An'an inside.
The space was huge.
Lavishly decorated.
Every kind of music professional you could imagine was there.
And before Xu Mo and Lin An'an had even arrived,
several bands were already lined up for recording sessions.
And these were just the ones with appointments.
The waiting list stretched even longer—
they just weren’t here yet.
"Hello, sir, ma’am—do you have a reservation?"
A young, stylish woman with purple-dyed hair quickly approached.
"Get your manager for me," Xu Mo said with a light smile.
The woman froze. She had never in her life seen such a handsome man!!!
After a few stunned seconds,
she finally recognized who he was.
"Y-yes, Young Master Xu!!!"
Xu Mo!!!!
The Nation’s Husband.
Well, that was before.
Now the Nation’s Husband was taken.
The woman didn’t dare linger and rushed off to an office.
Shortly after, a potbellied manager hurried out,
practically tripping over himself to greet Xu Mo.
"Boss Xu…"
The manager was sweating. He hadn’t done anything wrong,
but having the boss show up unannounced was nerve-wracking.
It was like being in class during self-study,
only for the homeroom teacher to suddenly barge in.
Who the hell could handle that pressure?!
Just as you queue up for a ranked match,
you’re forced to play under the teacher’s watchful gaze.
Talk about extreme tension!!!
"I need to use the recording studio," Xu Mo said without wasting words.
The manager exhaled in relief. "Of course, right away, Boss!!!"
As for the woman beside him,
the manager didn’t even dare glance her way.
The other bands weren’t thrilled—
getting cut in line out of nowhere was annoying.
But once they found out it was Xu Mo,
and that Xu Mo was the owner,
their faces lit up like fireworks.
An insider!!!
Even if Xu Mo didn’t know them,
they sure as hell knew him!!!!
When the manager mentioned Xu Mo was here to record a song,
their curiosity shot through the roof.
But—smack—just like that,
the manager swiftly herded them into the lounge and locked the door.
The bet between Xu Mo and Lin An'an had one rule—
no media or existing hype could be used to boost the song.
If these people spread the news,
it’d go viral whether they wanted it to or not.
In short—
the song had to blow up overnight with zero promotion.
Prime-era Lin An'an, the Heavenly Queen, could pull that off.
But Xu Mo wasn’t a professional.
Lin An'an was sure he couldn’t do it.
Inside the recording booth,
the sound engineers were sweating bullets.
They’d just found out they were mixing for the boss himself.
They had to bring their A-game.
And when they heard the song was written by Xu Mo,
they silently vowed—
even if they had to pinch their own thighs,
they would not laugh.
Laughing meant instant doom!!!!
Xu Mo understood their thoughts—after all, these weren’t the same people from before.
The staff had changed over and over again.
But Xu Mo didn’t mind. He briefed everyone on the key points, then started the recording session.
Slowly,
the team realized the song was quite good—catchy and smooth.
It also suited their tastes perfectly.
There was nothing laughable or awkward about it.
Lin An’an stood to the side, blending into the background.
She had only removed her sunglasses, keeping her mask on.
She didn’t want anyone to misunderstand—
like assuming Xu Mo was cheating after marriage or something along those lines.
That was absolutely unacceptable.
By around seven in the evening,
the song was finally recorded!!!
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