Chapter 8: Is This Song Written for Me?

After lurking for a while, watching as everyone in the university group discussed how impressive he was, Yu Zhile felt a secret thrill. Even though, truth be told, he wasn’t nearly as extraordinary as they claimed.

He decided to make an appearance in the group chat: “Let’s keep it low profile, everyone. Stop complimenting me, or I’ll get vain!”

Damn! This guy was really asking for a beating!

His classmates all wished they could crawl through the internet and give Yu Zhile a good thrashing. He’d kept a low profile for five whole years; neither his classmates nor his roommates knew he was actually a famous writer. Everyone assumed he was living off Qin Haiyu, and who knows how many had gossiped about him behind his back.

Now, suddenly, they learned Yu Zhile had never relied on Qin Haiyu at all—he was clearly wealthier than her, which made it even more infuriating! Especially those male classmates who had formed cliques, whispering envious, jealous, and resentful things about Yu Zhile living off a woman.

Now, realizing Yu Zhile was actually an acclaimed writer, they felt a sting of embarrassment, as if they’d been slapped across the face by him through their phone screens.

“Damn it, Old Yu, you’re too sly! You were already a famous writer back in school and never told us. Were you afraid we’d make you treat us to dinner?”

“I’m jealous! That bastard Yu Zhile is a master writer! Meanwhile, I’ve been bragging about earning a few thousand from my own novels. The worst part is, his books are a hundred times more successful than mine, but now he’s gone silent and stopped writing!”

Yu Zhile looked at the familiar names of his classmates, feeling a wave of nostalgia. Even though the world had changed a bit, the people seemed to be the same. Only, after graduation, everyone felt more distant.

If it weren’t for the commotion he’d caused today, the class group wouldn’t have suddenly come alive. Before this, barely anyone spoke in the group all year; everyone maintained a silent mutual agreement.

Now, Yu Zhile didn’t want to interact with those people who were both familiar and strangely foreign to him. So, he wrote in the chat, “Going to change my daughter’s diaper,” and then disappeared.

He still felt a little lost, staring blankly at the author’s dashboard, looking at several novels that had nothing to do with him, works he hadn’t written himself.

It seemed he’d have to find time to read these books, or else, when someone asked about them, he wouldn’t know how to respond.

Lost in thought, Yu Zhile suddenly trembled as he came back to himself.

Qin Haiyu slipped in silently, standing behind him and gently kneading his shoulders.

Softly, she said, “The baby just fell asleep.”

Yu Zhile calmed his nerves and responded with a quiet “Mm.”

Having just arrived in this world, it seemed best to speak as little as possible until he understood more.

But he really wanted to groan! Qin Haiyu’s massage felt so good—like all his fatigue and worries were melting away with her touch.

Ah—

A little more pressure would be even better!

Yu Zhile closed the web page, leaving the author’s dashboard behind.

Right then, the lyrics of the song “Little Luck” that he’d just typed out on his computer were visible to Qin Haiyu.

As she massaged his shoulders, her eyes lingered on the screen.

“I hear raindrops falling on the fresh green grass...”

She murmured, “Honey, is this a song?”

It didn’t look like a novel! And it didn’t quite seem like a poem, either.

Yu Zhile nodded, concise as ever: “Yes.”

Then he remembered Qin Haiyu mentioning she’d failed at a challenge earlier. “Honey, when’s your next recording for the challenge program?”

“Next Thursday,” she replied.

“A week is enough time to practice.”

Yu Zhile said, “Next time, sing this song I wrote.”

Qin Haiyu was surprised, her gaze full of emotion. “Honey, did you write this song just for me?”

“Uh... yes, I suppose...” Yu Zhile felt a bit guilty. No sooner had he spoken than he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder—Qin Haiyu had pinched him hard. She snorted, “If it’s not for me, I won’t sing it!”

Was she jealous?

Yu Zhile’s mind spun as he explained, “Sorry, honey, this song isn’t exactly for you—it’s for the readers.”

Qin Haiyu, hearing the first half, was about to squeeze his shoulder harder, but upon hearing the second half, she felt guilty instead.

“I’m sorry, honey. I was being unreasonable just now...”

She suddenly wrapped her arms around Yu Zhile’s neck, resting her head on his shoulder, apologizing with remorse.

Yu Zhile caught a whiff of the fragrance from Qin Haiyu—a scent from her freshly showered skin and bath soap.

Stay calm...

He forcibly extinguished the fire rising in his heart. “So, do you still want to sing this song?”

“Yes!” Qin Haiyu replied playfully, like a spoiled little girl. “As long as you wrote it, no matter how bad it sounds, I want to perform it beautifully on stage and tell everyone, ‘This is a song my husband wrote for me!’”

“Bad?” Yu Zhile realized another problem. Had he written many bad songs before?

Well... that was awkward.

He cleared his throat and said, “Honey, could you close the door?”

Qin Haiyu asked, “Why close the door?”

Yu Zhile was startled. “Isn’t that something better left for the evening? Right now, I just want to teach you this song.”

Qin Haiyu shot him a disdainful glance, teasing, “You’re so naughty! That’s not what I meant at all!”

She then whispered in his ear, “Tonight, I’ll make some nourishing soup for you.”

Was that a hint?

Ahem, he was only joking—not actually expecting anything!

Yu Zhile felt inexplicably nervous, yet he was also eagerly anticipating...

Ah, the nature of a man always reveals itself.

Qin Haiyu went to close the study door. This room was where Yu Zhile wrote his novels, as well as composed music.

In another area, there was a piano, a guitar, a keyboard, and other musical equipment.

From Qin Haiyu’s profile, Yu Zhile had learned she was a well-known singer, but not a composer. So all this musical gear was prepared for him.

After all, he was a proper music student, while Qin Haiyu had majored in broadcasting.

As for why she became a singer—it was thanks to her exceptional vocal abilities, a goddess born to sing.

“Honey, when did you compose this song? You never told me!” Qin Haiyu asked curiously after closing the door.

Yu Zhile replied vaguely, “I wrote it bit by bit while you were taking care of the child, or when you were out signing contracts or recording shows.”

He walked to the long bench by the piano, picked up a guitar, and sat down.

Qin Haiyu suddenly asked, “Honey, what’s the song called?”

Without hesitation, Yu Zhile answered, “It’s called ‘Little Luck,’ same as the novel!”

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