Chapter 17 What’s It Got to Do with You?

After Shen Xian finished singing, Wang Tianqi's first impression was that the voice sounded familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

But soon, his attention shifted.

The lyrics were not ornate nor evasive; they were straightforward.

Their candor expressed a longing for light—a passionate yet helpless emotion, imbued with deep love and gratitude.

Wang Tianqi felt that whoever composed this song truly understood his inner world!

Especially that line: "You are my eyes, leading me to experience the changing seasons, guiding me through the crowded masses..."

It reminded him of every step Li Xiurong had taken beside him over the years.

He felt as if the song was tailor-made for him.

He couldn’t help but be moved to tears.

“Mr. Shen, who wrote this song?” Wang Tianqi’s voice quivered.

“The Postman,” Shen Xian replied.

Wang Tianqi was incredulous. “You can contact the Postman?”

Shen Xian said, “The Postman sells songs on the Original Music Base, three thousand for each. Nobody bought them; I was the only one who did.”

Wang Tianqi was silent for a long time before finally speaking. “Let’s not beat around the bush. You are the Postman.”

To write such a song, one must either be blind themselves or deeply understand the blind.

Wang Tianqi believed it was the latter.

And apart from his girlfriend Li Xiurong, only Shen Xian before him could truly understand him.

So he concluded: Shen Xian was the Postman!

Shen Xian smiled at Wang Tianqi. “I can be, or not.”

Wang Tianqi was sharp. “I understand. If anyone asks, I’ll say the song was bought on the Original Music Base for three thousand, nobody wanted it, but you supported me.”

“You’re very clever,” Shen Xian laughed heartily.

Wang Tianqi was now excited.

Who would have thought that the rising star breaking into the music scene, the Postman, was actually Shen Xian, whom nobody respected!

If he could hold onto the Postman’s strong support, wouldn’t success be imminent?

“Practice well,” Shen Xian advised.

This was secure.

Wang Tianqi suppressed his excitement and began to adjust his emotions.

Shen Xian was surprised to find that when Wang Tianqi sang himself, it was more perfect and moving than when he sang it.

Because Wang Tianqi was visually impaired, he could sing with genuine emotion and gratitude.

It was gratitude and affection toward Li Xiurong—a feeling Shen Xian had never experienced and could not possibly convey, no matter how he tried. Even Shen Xian felt a deep resonance, shaken to the core.

This was secure.

Shen Xian was very satisfied with his judgment.

“I’ll register an account for you later on Douyin. I’ve already stored the complete version of the song, but I’m more looking forward to your stage performance. When the most stunning version is ready, upload it to your own short video account,” Shen Xian said.

Since he was an artist of his own studio, comprehensive development was necessary.

Harvesting fans and traffic on short video platforms was essential.

Once enough fans accumulated, live-streaming to sell products would be possible.

Live selling made good money.

As long as things weren’t mishandled—no inappropriate relations with female streamers, no sending them into trouble, no selling fake wine or counterfeit mooncakes, no selling substandard meat—it would be safe.

Don’t cheat the poor, just the family and brothers; the money would come rolling in.

He was getting sidetracked.

“Mr. Shen, although I can’t see, I feel you’re smiling wickedly right now,” Wang Tianqi said.

Am I?

Probably not.

Shen Xian shook his head, dispelling the messy thoughts.

“It’s late. Are you resting here tonight, or what?” Shen Xian asked.

Wang Tianqi hesitated for a moment. “I’ll go home. It’s more comfortable and convenient.”

Shen Xian nodded. “Alright, I’ll take you home.”

After sending Wang Tianqi back, Shen Xian returned, and it was already midnight.

Just after he showered and lay down, his phone buzzed: “You bastard, are you asleep? I just heard about you and Liu Ruyun. Come out for a drink, get downstairs now.”

The message was from Xiao Yang.

The only friend Shen Xian acknowledged, also a second-generation rich kid whose family ran several KTVs and bars in the city.

But with the economy downturn and fierce competition in recent years, business had worsened year after year.

They used to hire hostesses for services, but now regulations were strict and no hostesses were allowed.

Business suffered even more.

What’s the point of going to KTV if you can’t drink with girls?

“I’ve already showered,” Shen Xian said.

“Get downstairs, quickly!” Xiao Yang replied. “See you at the barbecue stand!”

Shen Xian had no choice but to go downstairs.

From afar, he saw Xiao Yang already seated, the table covered in skewers and several cases of beer.

“Almost autumn, and you’re still eating barbecue and drinking beer,” Shen Xian remarked.

Xiao Yang was the same age as Shen Xian; he was bold and straightforward, not as meticulous as Shen Xian, but very generous.

“I heard you need to pay eighty million in penalty fees?” Xiao Yang asked directly.

Shen Xian replied, “Yes, I signed the cooperation agreement with Yu’an Media in the name of my studio. But it’s fine, I’ve already found someone to take my place.”

Found someone to take his place?

Xiao Yang didn’t believe it.

Liu Ruyun, despite her questionable character, had strong singing skills—beautiful and sweet-voiced, truly talented.

Where else could he find a top-tier singer?

“Here, take this, use it for now. I’ll figure out the rest,” Xiao Yang handed Shen Xian a card. “There’s three million eight hundred thirty thousand inside. Use it. My KTV on Langxi Road is being negotiated for transfer; should fetch seven or eight million. I’ll help you more then.”

Shen Xian was touched, pushing the card back. “If you sell the KTV, won’t your old man kill you?”

“It’s not making money anyway; customer flow is dwindling, clients all stolen by the place next door,” Xiao Yang said.

Shen Xian was puzzled. “Why are customers all going to the KTV next door? Same services, same equipment, same quality of drinks.”

Xiao Yang opened a beer, clinked glasses with Shen Xian, and pushed the card back again. “Their boss has connections, and they have girls—hundreds of high-quality girls. We try to bring girls in, get reported immediately, and investigated. Four or five times this month, fines totaling over a hundred thousand. I reported them too, but nothing happened. Isn’t it infuriating?”

Xiao Yang drained his glass in one go. “Can’t compete with them. My old man’s ten-plus KTVs might all be lost.”

“Take the card, no need for courtesy with me. You’re in trouble and need money urgently!” Xiao Yang insisted.

Shen Xian said, “I’m fine, but you…”

Xiao Yang was about to say more.

Suddenly, an engine roared, and a bright red Ferrari pulled up.

The door opened, and a handsome man stepped out from the driver’s seat, followed by a long-legged girl in high heels from the passenger side.

Xiao Yang glanced over, his eyes nearly bulged in fury.

Shen Xian narrowed his eyes.

That woman was Xiao Yang’s girlfriend; her family also owned KTVs and bars, though on a smaller scale. When regulations were loose, they partnered with Xiao Yang’s family.

The man was Xiao Yang’s business rival!

Now, with strict regulations, she abandoned Xiao Yang for the rival.

The man and woman noticed Shen Xian and Xiao Yang, paused for a moment.

The man’s face twisted into a sly smile; he wrapped his arm around the woman’s waist and approached. “Well, isn’t this Young Master Xiao? Drowning your sorrows in drink?”

“And Shen Xian—aren’t you worried about that penalty fee? How do you still have the mood to drink? How can you swallow it?”

Oh dear.

Shen Xian was speechless.

What was this luck? Eating Western cuisine brought ridicule, now late-night barbecue brought more trouble?

Shen Xian smiled broadly. “What’s it to you? If anyone should worry, it’s you. Attracting customers with paid companionship is hardly honorable.”

Xiao Yang stared intently at the woman. “Doudou, when did you start seeing Chen Dabao, this bastard?”