Big Star, Do Your Fans and Followers Know

Xu Mo raised an eyebrow, reminded by Lin An'an, and suddenly recalled something else.

"You mentioning it just reminded me—wasn’t 'Guangzhou Love Story' released on your account? The copyright belongs to you, and for future operations, we can just split the profits fifty-fifty."

Earlier, Xu Mo had browsed the internet and noticed that "Guangzhou Love Story" was still trending wildly.

If properly managed, hitting a few small financial targets wouldn’t be difficult.

Self-media accounts and other marketing channels had already used the song to rake in their first buckets of gold.

The momentum would only grow, not diminish.

Cover versions were already popping up everywhere.

Yet Xu Mo, the composer, hadn’t earned a single cent from it.

Others had already made a fortune.

A few hundred million wasn’t pocket change for Xu Mo either.

Enough for a decent stretch of spending money.

Lin An'an froze for a moment before instinctively replying, "O-okay..."

She, too, had glanced at the data for "Guangzhou Love Story."

It was clear the song could generate substantial revenue.

For Xu Mo to hand over full control of its operations to her—

It was an opportunity almost too good to be true!

If another celebrity had been involved, some might’ve voluntarily conceded profits out of respect for Xu Mo.

Some might’ve even taken nothing—

All for the sake of reputation.

But reputation wasn’t something to scoff at.

With reputation came influence.

A livestream here, a product endorsement there—monetization could snowball, making daily earnings beyond imagination a reality.

Some of Lin An'an’s peers had already gone down that path.

Selling snacks, furniture, alcohol—they were raking in fortunes.

Far more than what they’d earned as celebrities.

All it took was a livestream and some smooth talk.

No need for acting skills, grueling filming schedules, or racking their brains over songwriting.

The income dwarfed their past earnings.

It was an alluring prospect for many.

Of course, some remained unmoved.

Those with professional ethics and principles—

Like Lin An'an.

No matter how much money was on the table,

She couldn’t take it with a clear conscience.

Only earnings earned through genuine effort felt right to spend.

"Hey—" Lin An'an’s lips twitched slightly as she hastily reached out to grab Xu Mo’s sleeve before he could leave. "Wait a second!!"

Xu Mo looked at her in surprise. "Aside from 'Guangzhou Love Story,' is there something else?"

"Of course there is! Why else would I stop you?" Lin An'an retorted, slightly exasperated.

Xu Mo gestured for her to continue.

Lin An'an parted her lips, her cheeks flushing slightly. "C-come with me to record the song!"

Xu Mo thought for a moment. "Can’t you handle it alone?"

Lin An'an shook her head. "That’s not it."

"Did I not write the instructions clearly enough?" Xu Mo pressed.

"No, that’s not it either," Lin An'an answered honestly.

Xu Mo was puzzled. "Then why insist on me being there?"

"Because... *ahem*... because you wrote 'Let Go.' You should witness its completion! It’s only right for the sake of art!"

Lin An'an’s gaze burned with determination, her grip unyielding.

"Alright, give me a second." Xu Mo chuckled wryly and motioned for her to let go.

Seeing the hesitation in the diva’s eyes, he added reassuringly, "Don’t worry, I won’t run."

"Hmph." Lin An'an released his sleeve with a small huff, turning her face away in a show of haughtiness—

A feeble attempt to mask her embarrassment.

Xu Mo didn’t mind.

There was a reason he’d asked her to let go.

And that reason?

He needed to inform the "she-devil" that he wouldn’t be joining her for lunch.

The message was sent, and within seconds—

Zhou Qiaoqiao replied with a suggestive, grinning emoji.

She waved it off magnanimously, declaring it wasn’t a problem.

From now on, such matters didn’t require explanations.

Because theirs was a bond built on trust—

Something transcending words.

Or so the she-devil claimed.

But Xu Mo figured a heads-up was still wise.

After all, since their marriage,

Zhou Qiaoqiao had enjoyed... *ahem*... the lion’s share of his attention.

Who knew when a little surprise might appear? (╯✧▽✧)╯

If that day came,

Xu Mo’s mindset would undoubtedly shift!

Better safe than sorry—

A little foresight never hurt.

With that settled, Xu Mo pocketed his phone and smiled. "Alright, let’s go."

He couldn’t help but wonder how long these carefree days would last.

His unease wasn’t unfounded.

That damn "system" still hadn’t shown its hand, lurking in the shadows, observing.

Until it made a move, Xu Mo couldn’t truly relax.

But for now—

Every day was a bonus.

No regrets.

A flicker of joy crossed Lin An'an’s face before she carefully tucked her notebook into her bag.

She double-checked, triple-checked, ensuring everything was secure.

Only then did she retrieve her mask and sunglasses, putting them on with practiced ease.

Soon, all was set.

Lin An'an clicked along in her heels, following Xu Mo out of the private room.

As they walked, the distance between them gradually shrank.

In the end,

Lin An'an couldn't understand what had gotten into her—she actually took the initiative to loop her arm through Xu Mo's.

Feeling the warmth against his arm,

and the intoxicatingly sweet fragrance drifting through the air,

Xu Mo’s mind buzzed for a moment.

Damn.

He remembered that even as a top celebrity, Lin An'an had never been involved in any romantic scandals with men.

But that wasn’t the point.

The real question was—

Does your legion of fans know you’re like this, Queen Lin?

As for Xu Mo, of course, he didn’t bother with such trivialities.

Are you kidding?

Who did they think he was?

Back in the day, he was infamous for his revolving door of relationships.

Sometimes, his girlfriend would change within half a day.

Of course, that was just an image he deliberately crafted for work (or plot) purposes.

Now, though?

After getting married,

he couldn’t afford to stir up any trouble.

If he tried to hide things and act sneaky…

it might lead to misunderstandings with Zhou Qiaoqiao.

After all, walls have ears.

As for public opinion—

or the threat of Xu Fuqiang’s "Seven Wolves" leather belt—

Xu Mo wasn’t afraid.

Go? Then go! With the humblest of dreams!

Fight? Then fight! With the loneliest of dreams!

To the sobs and roars in the dark—

Who says only those in the light are heroes?

Screw cowardice.

Ever since the wedding,

the old man, Xu Fuqiang, had mellowed out a lot.

He hadn’t pulled out the "Seven Wolves" belt again.

Even if he did,

it wasn’t to discipline Xu Mo anymore.

Xu Mo knew—Xu Fuqiang had finally accepted that he’d grown up, and that such methods were no longer necessary.

In short,

if he cowered now, he wouldn’t be Xu Mo anymore!

Anxing Media Company.

Lin An'an returned to her home turf—

her stronghold.

Before long, her assistant rushed down in the elevator after hearing the news.

Seeing Lin An'an return alongside Xu Mo,

the assistant wore a pained expression. "An’jie… it really is you!!!"

Lin An'an had walked out of the café arm-in-arm with Xu Mo.

How could the paparazzi pass up such a golden opportunity?

Of course, they snapped away relentlessly,

crafting sensational headlines like:

"Shocking Scandal: Xu Group’s Young Master Cheats After Marriage?"

"Nation’s Heartthrob Spotted with Mystery Woman, Disregarding Zhou Family’s Beloved Zhou Qiaoqiao!"

"Who Is the Enigmatic Woman Beside Xu Mo? Stay Tuned for Updates!"

"Mind-Blowing! Xu Mo Strikes Again—A Legend Among Men!"

By now, Lin An'an had taken off her mask and sunglasses.

"What’s wrong?"

Noticing Xu Mo standing nearby, the assistant hesitated before speaking.

She stepped closer to Lin An'an,

pulled out her phone, and showed her something,

whispering urgently into her ear.

The words were too quiet to make out.

A moment later,

Lin An'an flashed a radiant smile, her lively eyes flickering toward Xu Mo.

"If someone doesn’t care, why should I?"

She was, of course, referring to Xu Mo.

Not long ago,

when she had linked arms with him,

she felt his hand slide around her slender waist—

a silent response.

The move had startled Lin An'an,

making her heart race.

But she hadn’t backed down either.

Back to the matter at hand—

Gasp!!!!

The assistant sucked in a sharp breath, staring at Xu Mo in shock.

"You’re a married man, Young Master Xu!

Does your wife know about this?"

If it were anyone else,

the assistant would’ve already torn into them.

Damn it, trying to whisk her boss away without even giving her a heads-up?

This was huge!

They could’ve capitalized on it—

flooding media platforms for another wave of profits.

Not to mention the scrutiny over Lin An'an’s "boyfriend’s" character.

Even if Lin An'an brought home some big-shot celebrity,

the assistant wouldn’t have to tread so carefully.

She’d just chew them out.

After all, she had Lin An'an’s backing.

She’d been with Lin An'an for years—

working tirelessly, dedicating herself to Anxing Media,

racking up mountains of revenue.

She was practically a founding meritorious veteran.

Feeling the assistant’s gaze,

Xu Mo simply smiled at her.

In that instant—

Thump! Thump! THUMP!!!

The assistant’s heart skipped a beat.

Even though she was now a mother (well, a young wife),

and her job exposed her to countless handsome male celebrities—

many of whom were currently under the company’s roster—

In other words, she’d seen it all.

Every type.

But someone like Xu Mo?

This was a first.

She couldn’t help but think—this was unfair.

Unfair on so many levels!!!

How could anyone be like this?!

Lin An'an snapped her out of it with a pat on the shoulder.

"I’m recording a new song. Go fetch the sound engineer and mixer. If things go smoothly, we can release it today."

The assistant jolted, eyes sparkling with excitement.

"An’jie, I’ll go right away!!!"

Lin An'an releasing a new song was fantastic news.

But wasn’t this… a little too fast?

The operation hasn't even started yet.

The female assistant quickly pushed the matter between Lin An'an and Xu Mo to the back of her mind.

Focusing on the task at hand was what really mattered.

Since Lin An'an was using a private recording studio,

the interior design and decor

were entirely tailored to her preferences.

It suited her perfectly.

This helped better inspire her creativity.

During her free time after filming,

she would often write songs or sing in the studio to pass the time.

As for the professional sound engineers,

they were shared resources.

There was no need to hire dedicated ones.

That being said,

it didn’t mean the shared ones were subpar.

These people were all industry professionals,

hired at great expense.

Some had even risen to prominence alongside Lin An'an.

In short,

they were among the best in the business.

"I’m going to record now. You can wait in my office. If you’d like anything to eat or drink, just let my assistant know,"

Lin An'an said to Xu Mo.

Xu Mo shook his head. "I’ll go in with you."

Lin An'an nodded and said nothing more,

leading the way in her high heels, clicking rhythmically against the floor.

Her light steps betrayed the joy bubbling inside the superstar at that moment.

Before long,

everyone was in position.

Lin An'an carefully took out the original notebook like it was a treasure,

had her assistant make copies,

and distributed them to the sound engineers and mixers.

Meanwhile, the superstar herself

stood in the center of the recording booth, singing "Let Go" a cappella.

She was finding the right key—

it had to be perfect.

Xu Mo was also in the room,

which put immense pressure on the sound engineers and mixers.

It felt strange,

like having a high-ranking supervisor suddenly drop in for an inspection.

Fortunately, Lin An'an’s voice soon filled the air,

lifting everyone’s spirits.

For any song, whether sung well or poorly,

the most important thing is the content.

A great performance is a bonus,

but the substance is what truly matters.

Even with an average delivery, if the content is solid,

it already outshines most others.

"Damn!!! The boss is truly the undisputed queen of pop. This song, 'Let Go,' is absolutely stunning!!!"

"Wow, it just made me think of my first love."

"Tsk tsk tsk... Xiao Wu, if I remember correctly, wasn’t it you who got caught two-timing? Your first love was the one who dumped you after catching you on a date with someone else. This song is from a woman’s perspective—what’s it got to do with you?"

"God damn it..."

"My gut tells me this song is going to blow up!!! The boss’s songwriting skills are as sharp as ever!"

"You can always trust the boss’s creative genius. She’s the GOAT, the eternal legend!"

The murmurs of admiration spread quietly among the team.

The female assistant’s eyes gleamed with excitement.

This is it!!!

This is the hit!!!

This is definitely going to blow up!!!!

After listening to Lin An'an’s a cappella run-through,

the assistant quickly excused herself.

She needed to start lining up contacts—

figuring out which platform would get the song’s debut.

And that decision

would come down to who offered the best deal.

She didn’t have time to negotiate in detail with music companies,

because her only goal was to secure the highest possible profit for Anxing Media.

After all, this was Lin An'an’s release—

no room for half-hearted efforts.

Unlike that previous song, "Love Story of Yangcheng"...

Just thinking about it

brought tears to the assistant’s eyes.

If she had been in charge of the rollout,

she could’ve maximized the earnings!!!

But alas,

Lin An'an never brought it up.

The matter was shelved indefinitely.

Learning from that mistake,

this time, with "Let Go,"

there would be no reckless handling.

Back in the recording studio,

the whispered chatter of the team

reached Lin An'an’s ears.

The superstar’s cheeks burned with embarrassment.

Meanwhile, the original composer sat calmly sipping tea,

watching her with an amused expression.

Lin An'an desperately wanted to shout out loud—

It’s him!

It’s him!

It’s all him!

He’s the real creator!!!

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