Chapter 424: A Tossed Stone Raises a Thousand Ripples

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The lounge door didn’t have a security lock, and Boss w.a.n.g also anxiously used 300% of his strength to kick the door open with one swift motion.

Yan Xi was devoted to music and basically couldn’t sleep when inspiration came. He wouldn’t stop until he finished writing the lyrics and music.

Because of this, all his staff members knew his habit and would wait for him to rest and come out after finis.h.i.+ng his music. Especially Boss w.a.n.g, who took care of Yan Xi in every possible way and treated him like his own son.

He usually placed importance on Yan Xi’s rest more than anyone, so why did he kick the door shortly after Yan Xi fell asleep?

The staff who followed the manager had never seen him in such a state of panic. “Boss w.a.n.g, what’s the matter?”

Boss w.a.n.g didn’t have time to answer. With the door opened, he walked to the bedroom at the back, which only had one bed.

Boss w.a.n.g had kicked the door so loudly that Yan Xi would have heard it no matter how heavy he slept. He got up from bed at this moment with his head slightly lowered.

Hearing them coming in, he slightly lifted his head, revealing his dark eye circles and messy dull hair. “What’s the matter?”

He leaned back and stared at Boss w.a.n.g, his voice lazy and his spirits apparently weak.

“You’re still sleeping?” Boss w.a.n.g hurriedly walked to him. “Look at your Weibo!”

“What’s wrong with Weibo?” Yan Xi searched beside his bed and couldn’t see his phone. “I think it’s outside.”

Boss w.a.n.g blankly looked at him. “If you don’t read your Weibo, your Father is going to be scolded to death.”

Originally lazy, Yan Xi suddenly paused at this.

He looked up fiercely at Boss w.a.n.g, his tired face instantly reawakening. He quickly lifted his quilt and, without even taking his coat, ran outside to find his phone.

The gentle and elegant boy who was originally dedicated to music suddenly reacted so fiercely, shocking the people standing behind Boss w.a.n.g.

But Boss w.a.n.g, who had been extremely anxious, suddenly calmed down. He reached out to straighten his hair and clothes that had become messy from running.

“Boss w.a.n.g, what happened? Why were you so anxious?” The others glanced at him.

Boss w.a.n.g turned his head and glanced at the person. He suddenly smiled, as if he was in a good mood. “I shouldn’t be the one anxious now. It’s Yan Xi instead. The entertainment industry… will have a big earthquake.”

Big earthquake?

What kind of earthquake would happen?

Boss w.a.n.g was considered a top manager in the entertainment industry. It was certainly a big deal if he said so…

The staff exchanged glances and suddenly thought of Weibo. They took out their phones.

While talking, Boss w.a.n.g’s phone rang. It was an unknown number in the city.

He walked outside and picked it up.

On the other end of the phone was a person from Qin Xiuchen’s studio. Seeing that the phone call had been immediately picked up, he gestured to the studio people and politely said, “h.e.l.lo, may I ask if you’re Manager w.a.n.g? I’m Film Emperor Qin’s staff member, and I wanted to explain about the Weibo post…”

Upon hearing that it was Film Emperor Qin, Boss w.a.n.g hurriedly said, “Sorry, did we bring you trouble? Don’t worry, I’ve already found Yan Xi. This matter will be immediately resolved.”

Boss w.a.n.g spoke in an orderly manner and explained that Yan Xi had already seen it. His tone was both quick and polite.

He explained a little more and then hung up.

In Film Emperor Qin’s studio, the person who contacted Manager w.a.n.g had turned on hands-free, allowing everyone to clearly hear the call.

“Did I make the wrong call?” The person holding the phone blankly looked up. Boss w.a.n.g hadn’t been as angry as he imagined and had been very kind not to let them worry. Furthermore, Yan Xi was already solving the problem?

It sounded so strange.

But it was a good thing for Film Emperor Qin’s studio.

After all, everyone in the entertainment industry knew Yan Xi wasn’t simple and was cleaner than Film Emperor Qin in all aspects. No one had even picked out the person behind him.

If they wanted to fight, then much less Qin Ran, even Qin Xiuchen wouldn’t be able to please them.

“I’ll call Film Emperor Qin to inform him of this first.” The staff couldn’t figure it out and didn’t want to, so they directly told the manager.

In Continent M, the manager picked up and was immediately relieved to hear this. He turned to Qin Xiuchen and said, “King Yan’s side said that it would be resolved… your little niece has a very good relations.h.i.+p with King Yan…”

He believed her unconditionally?

The manager looked at Qin Xiuchen and fell into deep thought.

**

In Beijing, Yan Xi had already followed his Weibo to the hot search.

The hot comment section had already been updated with a new draft—

“The incident has already blown up. King Yan, who had such a good relations.h.i.+p with Qin Ran on the show, did not say anything yet. What do you think this means?”

“Everyone, please look at the pictures. After Qin Ran partic.i.p.ated in the Beijing a.s.sociation’s a.s.sessment, plagiarism also broke out, and she slandered a young lady of the Beijing a.s.sociation. I believe many people don’t know about this, because within a few days after the outbreak, all the videos and photos about Qin Ran on the Internet had been cleanly deleted. I only managed to find a few pictures after looking for a technical a.s.sistant.”

Why were Qin Ran’s photos and a.s.sessment videos deleted at that time? The blogger guessed that she had a guilty conscience and was afraid of being exposed for plagiarizing the Great G.o.d, Jiang Shanyi’s composition.

“Why is King Yan silent? In the show, he seemed to have such a good relations.h.i.+p with Qin Ran, but he’s not saying a single word at this time. He probably feels disgusted. After all, as a friend, she took his song to partic.i.p.ate in a compet.i.tion…”

“She committed plagiarism and has the face to drive others out of Beijing a.s.sociation because of this song?”

“Why is everyone scolding her? I hope someone stands up and beats her!”

“…”

After reading this, Yan Xi silently switched to his homepage and posted a Weibo—

vYanXi: [She didn’t plagiarize, this piece was originally composed by her.]

After sending this, he took his headphones to listen to Qin Ran’s original violin song.

Then, he returned to his studio, took out two pieces of paper from the pile of ma.n.u.scripts according to the year, and sat thinking on the ground for a long time, his eyes slightly bloodshot.

“What’s the matter?” Boss w.a.n.g walked over with his phone, pausing a little when he felt how strange Yan Xi was.

Yan Xi leaned back and covered his eyes. “Do you know why ‘Return to Silence’ never hit the charts and was never included in the alb.u.m?”

Without waiting for his reply, he looked away and continued, “Because she had adapted the song once. The first time she sent it to me was on July 8th, four years ago. It was exactly this song she played in the Beijing a.s.sociation.”

He handed a piece of music to his manager.

“10 days later, I filled in the lyrics, and she reissued the adapted version of the song, which is ‘Return to Silence’.” Yan Xi handed another original score to the manager.

Boss w.a.n.g wasn’t clear about the relations.h.i.+p between Yan Xi and Jiang Shanyi. He looked at the ma.n.u.scripts in his hand, both of which had been copied by hand by Yan Xi. “Return to Silence… is your first dark style track, right?”

“She directly sent it to me after adapting it without saying anything.” Yan Xi turned to the window. “Music can’t deceive people. I guessed that she must have experienced something then because the adapted ‘Return to Silence’ felt like…

“Death.” Yan Xi turned back to him and stared at Boss w.a.n.g with dark eyes.

This song was written personally by Jiang Shanyi. Since then, Yan Xi already felt like Jiang Shanyi was different than before and had been reluctant to release this song as if it was a sort of arrangement between them.

Nodding, Boss w.a.n.g sat down beside him. “I really couldn’t tell… How old was the Great G.o.d at that time? 16? 15?”

He couldn’t think of what she experienced at that age.

Without saying anything, he switched back to his main homepage and called Qin Ran.

On the other end, Qin Ran’s voice was as cold as ever. “Go on.”

“I watched your violin video in Beijing a.s.sociation. Congratulations,” Yan Xi softly said.

Qin Ran paused for two or three seconds before leaning against the wall. “Thanks.”

To be able to pick up her original song four years ago in the exhibition compet.i.tion was tantamount to letting go of her past.

She stood by the corridor for a while, looking at her phone for a long time, before smiling and returning to the laboratory.

She was naturally unaware.

Outside the Physics laboratory, Cheng Juan’s car had stopped for half an hour already. Instead of getting out, he sat in the driver’s seat with his eyebrows drooping, looking down at the homepage—

Return to Silence

Lyricist: Yan Xi.

Composer: Jiang Shanyi.

Arrangement: Jiang Shanyi.