Madam Chen covered her mouth as she watched her son pull himself together again. She couldn’t help but step forward and hug him.
“It’s okay, it’s okay. As long as you’re doing well, I’m fine! I’m really okay!”
Qin Lang watched this deeply moving scene, gently let out a breath, and then rubbed his eyes.
He hadn’t slept well yesterday, and now his tears were about to fall just from being so tired.
After the mother and son cried in each other’s arms for a while, they finally calmed down.
Looking at Qin Lang, Madam Chen gave him a deep bow.
Qin Lang was startled. “Aunt Chen, what are you doing? I really can’t accept this!”
“This bow is my gratitude as a mother. You can accept it!”
Madam Chen wiped her eyes and said with a smile, “I know no amount of words can express even a fraction of how I feel. From now on, if the Zhao family can ever help you, we absolutely will, no hesitation!”
“Aunt Chen, you’re too kind!” Qin Lang quickly said modestly.
Then he looked at Zhao Yunkong. “Have you really moved on?”
Zhao Yunkong took a deep breath and nodded solemnly. “Yes. If I can’t move on after all this, I’d be letting Miss Qin down too much—she went to all this trouble to help me. And besides… I’d be letting Xiao Yun’s feelings for me down too!”
Zhao Yunkong’s voice was very calm, but there was a sense of unshirkable resolve within it.
You could tell he had truly moved on.
“Miss Qin, may I ask… what was that song you just sang called?”
Qin Lang smiled. “It’s a new song I wrote, called ‘A Diao’!”
A Diao?
Zhao Yunkong understood that A Diao was a fictional character. She could be Xiao Yun, or herself, or any of the countless people like Xiao Yun who are constantly tormented by fate.
“Miss Qin, I have a request, though I know it might be presumptuous.”
Zhao Yunkong said sincerely, “My Xiao Yun lives on in my mind, but now I realize she also lives on in your song. So… I hope this song will be heard by more people. I hope more people can draw strength from it and find their way out of difficult situations.”
Qin Lang smiled. “Okay, I promise you.”
Zhao Yunkong smiled too. His smile was warm and sunny.
Madam Chen watched her son with relief. He had finally returned, once again the son who loved life and loved painting.
“Mom, there’s something I need to tell you,” Zhao Yunkong said seriously. “I don’t want to paint anymore. There’s something more important I need to do… I want to use my strength to change the fate of more people like Xiao Yun. That way, I can atone for what happened to Xiao Yun. And when I finally see her again on the other side, I can be worthy of the love she gave me.”
“Alright,” Madam Chen nodded. “Whatever you decide to do, Mom will support you. Just go ahead and do it with confidence!”
……
“Miss Qin!”
As Qin Lang walked out of the villa, he heard Dr. Wang calling from behind.
Qin Lang stopped and turned around. “Dr. Wang, is there something you need?”
A shy smile appeared on Dr. Wang’s face.
“I used to think writing a song on the spot was impossible. But seeing your performance today, I realize how shallow I was before. You’re truly amazing!”
Qin Lang rubbed his nose. This praise was a bit hard to accept.
That said, this song, “A Diao,” really did fit the image of Xiao Yun in Zhao Yunkong’s heart.
Saving a person with a song could be considered a good deed for this song in this world.
“Did you call out to me just to praise me?” Qin Lang said with a smile. “If so, I’ll gladly accept it!”
“Of course, that’s not all…” Dr. Wang’s face turned a little red. “Um… could I have your autograph? I’m a fan of yours.”
Qin Lang’s eyes widened. Dr. Wang was a fan? Really?
How was it that he could run into fans so casually? And Dr. Wang hadn’t seemed particularly excited when they first met.
“I’ve been a fan since you first stepped onto the singer’s stage. And earlier, because I was working…” Dr. Wang explained, his eyes full of anticipation.
Qin Lang smiled and held out his hand. “So, where should I sign?”
“Here, right here. This is my work journal. Just sign on the title page.”
……
After resolving Zhao Yunkong’s situation, Qin Lang felt very at ease.
After all, he had saved a life, and even saved a family.
When Qin Lang returned to the company, he found an unexpected visitor had arrived.
“Chen Qiyun? Why is she here?”
When Sister Lin told him that Chen Qiyun had come, Qin Lang was completely stunned.
“She came specifically to see you. She’s been waiting here for over an hour.”
Qin Lang gasped. She came specifically to see him?
“Um… what does she want with me? What was her expression like? Gloomy or cheerful? Is she here to cause trouble?” Qin Lang asked carefully.
Sister Lin smiled. “What’s the matter? Are you afraid of her on your own turf? But it didn’t seem like she was here to pick a fight, so don’t worry.”
“That’s good!” Qin Lang breathed a sigh of relief. “Where is she now?”
“In the meeting room.”
“Alright, I’ll go over right now.”
After the last live singer competition, Chen Qiyun realized that Qin Yunxuan’s talent was beyond her imagination.
If she wanted to improve further, she had to come see Qin Yunxuan.
But when she arrived, she was told Qin Yunxuan wasn’t at the company.
“Could it be that Qin Yunxuan doesn’t want to see me? But… that shouldn’t be the case. We don’t really have any conflict, do we?”
After waiting nearly an hour, Chen Qiyun was starting to feel a little annoyed.
Just then, the door opened, and Qin Yunxuan walked in.
“I’m so sorry. I was out dealing with something, and as soon as I heard you were here, I rushed back,” Qin Lang said without changing his expression.
He had now learned to lie through his teeth without even blushing.
“It’s okay. I should have called ahead.”
Chen Qiyun smiled.
“Is there something you wanted to talk to me about?” Qin Lang asked, blinking.
Chen Qiyun hesitated, looking a little embarrassed.
“Um… I wanted to ask, have you prepared your song for the next round yet?”
Qin Lang immediately became cautious.
What was this about? Was she trying to get information out of him?
Who would have thought that Chen Qiyun, with her innocent look, could be so calculating?
“Not yet. I’m actually worried about it right now.”
Qin Lang sighed. He was a little worried—but only because he had too many good songs and couldn’t decide which one to sing.
Chen Qiyun, however, clearly misunderstood what he meant.
“You haven’t prepared your new song yet either? That’s great! Um… would you like to explore and learn from each other?”
Qin Lang blinked, dumbfounded. This girl… was she really open-minded, or just naive?
