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After about an hour of busy work, Master Xu finally sat down to eat with Queen Lin.

The food was incredibly delicious.

In no time, the dishes were cleared away like a whirlwind by the two of them.

"I’ll handle these dishes. You go relax in the living room."

Queen Lin’s actions were so amusing that Xu Mo couldn’t bear to watch anymore.

It's time to focus on the key point.

How did things become like this?

Whose fault is it?

Undeniably.

Xu Mo holds some responsibility.

But the main culprit is the damned system.

Xu Mo is merely bearing secondary responsibility.

In fact, the damned system should bear all the blame.

Lin An'an’s delicate figure trembled slightly, the faintest smile blooming on her face.

"Then I'll leave it to you."

Her words felt a bit odd to Xu Mo.

No need to wash dishes?

Queen Lin was naturally overjoyed about that.

For Xu Mo, washing dishes wasn’t a big deal.

Lin An'an made her way to the living room and sprawled out on the sofa—classic couch-potato mode.

Yep, scrolling through her phone while lying down to rest.

She was too stuffed.

Just like last night.

“Wow, wow, not bad, not bad.”

Last night, Xu Mo had written ten songs, the first of which Lin An'an forwarded to her Female Assistant.

The Female Assistant didn’t disappoint—this morning she had company artists record the song.

Then, she started pulling strings, stirring up quite a wave of publicity.

Once the deal was made and the price agreed upon, the song was released.

Within moments, it went viral again.

Adding to the previous two hits, Xu Mo’s tally was now three popular songs.

Meanwhile, Lin An'an still held nine unreleased songs in her hand.

Setting her phone aside, Lin An'an pulled out the songs Xu Mo wrote last night.

First of all, the song "Year of Rings" was undoubtedly reserved for herself.

Then she reviewed them again and again.

Though she was a bit reluctant deep down, some tough decisions had to be made.

Thus, Lin An'an kept three more songs for herself, making a total of four.

The remaining five songs she assigned to her Female Assistant to distribute among other company artists.

No offense, but those five were also stellar songs.

Their style aligned closely with Lin An'an’s.

But you’ve got to leave some room for newcomers, don’t you?

Otherwise, what happens when you’re old?

Who’s going to refuel your car and fix your mansion?

Who’s going to pay for your baby’s formula cough cough cough...

About ten minutes later.

Xu Mo emerged from the kitchen.

And saw Queen Lin sitting on the sofa, foolishly grinning while fiddling with the songs he wrote last night.

Muttering to herself like this:

"You take one, I take one, you take one beep beep beep, I take one, hmm I take one... never mind…”

Xu Mo walked closer.

Startled, Queen Lin raised her delicate eyebrows slightly.

“You’re done?”

“Mhm.”

Xu Mo glanced at her.

Queen Lin thought, “As long as I’m not embarrassed, then someone else must be,” and cheekily retorted.

“These songs don’t even have proper melodies marked yet~”

Like someone needing a favor.

Queen Lin’s tone softened immediately.

“Where did you leave your laptop?”

“I’ll go grab it for you…”

“No need, just tell me where it is.”

Seeing her struggling to even stand comfortably, Xu Mo couldn’t help but offer.

Finally.

Lin An'an relented without quarreling with Xu Mo and told him where the laptop was.

Xu Mo nodded, fetching the laptop accordingly.

Before long.

Xu Mo brought the laptop into the living room.

He started working right there.

Handwriting works, too.

But man, it’s exhausting.

In the end, it still needs to be uploaded onto the computer.

A thankless task.

Might as well do a good deed all the way through.

Go straight to the “finish line.”

Resolve everything concerning Lin An'an.

Tie up all loose ends.

Get everything sorted properly.

Yes, that's right.

It's just like cooking a meal.

If you want to win her heart,

you have to conquer her stomach first.

Once the stomach is won,

everything else falls into place.

Tap, tap, tap-------

In the living room,

the sound of rapid keyboard typing echoed.

In less than five minutes,

Lin An'an hesitated, but couldn’t hold back in the end.

She raised the paper in her hand,

and called out to Xu Mo.

“I want to butt in.”

“Haven’t I indulged you enough? Speak your mind.”

“Aren’t you going to look at the lyrics?”

Pfft...

Xu Mo couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’m the author—these things are second nature to me. I wrote them. Why would I need to look at them again?”

“Oh, oh.”

Seeing how confident Xu Mo appeared,

Lin An'an didn’t press further.

She decided to let Xu Mo handle it.

Her earlier suggestion had been well-intentioned.

Just to offer him a tip.

But since Xu Mo was capable,

if he could manage,

she’d let him carry on.