Chapter 2 Shameless Tactics, Breaking Through the Web!

Shameless conduct, breaking through the web!
When he returned to the Nanzhou Garden Community, it was to his own apartment.
“If that woman that night wasn’t Liu Ruyun, then who was she?” Shen Xian sat on the sofa, lost in his memories.
He could only recall attending an award ceremony that night; young and reckless, he’d had too much to drink and returned to his room.
In the middle of the night, a slender woman had straddled him, moving frantically.
He’d always assumed the woman was Liu Ruyun, but now it was clear she wasn’t.
Now, thinking back on it, even her figure was different.
That woman had clearly been older than Liu Ruyun, shapelier, and seemed to be crying?
But why was she crying?
Wasn’t she the one pushing him forward?
He’d simply assumed, because when he woke, the first person he’d seen was Liu Ruyun, that she was the one he’d been intimate with.
But now, recalling every detail, he realized that wasn’t the case.
What exactly had happened that night?
Shen Xian pondered for a long while, but remained clueless.
“Sigh, forget it. Focus on making money, get through this tough time first, and then I’ll look for her. I’ll find her, no doubt!”
It was almost laughable—he’d written twelve songs, and though none had become smash hits, they were enough for him to live comfortably for a lifetime. But being hopelessly in love, Shen Xian had transferred all his royalties to Liu Ruyun.
Now, he didn’t even have tens of thousands left in his account!
Fortunately, at his peak, he’d spent several million to build a high-end recording studio of his own.
It boasted the most advanced equipment, professional audio processing, and mixing technology—all skills Shen Xian had mastered.
“A simp dies a dog’s death, but a scoundrel lives forever. Damn my lovesick brain.” Shen Xian sneered at his former self.
The thought of the eighty million in penalty fees made his chest ache.
Yet, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of anticipation for the future.
This world was so similar to Earth, yet history had taken a different path, and the entertainment industry lagged far behind.
In his mind were memories filled with knowledge—music, film, culture, marketing!
Bringing these things to this world would be nothing short of a dimensional strike!
“Red Queen Entertainment. Liu Ruyun. Chen Feng. I hope you’re ready to stop me,” Shen Xian muttered.
After letting his mind wander, he walked into the recording studio.
He began preparing his first song since his awakening.
“Since I’ve just broken up, I’ll embrace the melancholy style to the end. The title of King of Love Songs will be mine!”
Once inside, Shen Xian recorded for over three hours, laying down five songs. He was very satisfied with the results.
He even felt he’d outdone the original versions.
By the time he finished, it was already eight in the evening. He took a comfortable shower, then turned on the television to watch the latest news.
As he watched, he suddenly saw a story about himself.
He sat up straight in an instant.
The news was broadcasting a hot topic, with the anchor gravely presenting entertainment news.
“Do you all remember Shen Xian from three years ago?”

“According to reports from Red Queen Entertainment, Liu Ruyun has already jumped ship!”
“Shen Xian doesn’t have any talent. The twelve songs he wrote years ago weren’t his at all—he stole them from Chen Feng.”
“Here’s our exclusive interview with Chen Feng and Liu Ruyun.”
The anchor finished, and the screen switched to Chen Feng and Liu Ruyun, sitting side by side.
“Mr. Chen Feng, could you tell us the details?” the anchor asked.
Chen Feng smiled gently, gazing at Liu Ruyun with deep affection. “I’ve known Ruyun for a long time. A few years ago, she wanted to debut as a singer, and I was overseas at the time. I wrote twelve songs for her, but Shen Xian intercepted the emails. I never imagined he’d claim those songs as his own!”
The anchor appeared indignant. “Why didn’t you come forward and expose Shen Xian back then?”
Chen Feng smiled. “Ruyun had just debuted—I couldn’t make a fuss. I didn’t want her to become a target of public opinion. As an entertainment anchor, you know as well as I do—even if it’s not her fault, this kind of controversy can be fatal for a newcomer.”
“Miss Liu, is this true?” The anchor handed the microphone to Liu Ruyun.
She nodded. “I only learned about this recently. If I hadn’t checked my email records, I’d still be in the dark!”
The anchor was furious. “So Shen Xian’s inability to write songs isn’t due to brain damage from his car accident, but simply a lack of talent!”
Liu Ruyun replied, “Exactly! For the past three years, I’ve realized he doesn’t even understand basic music theory, let alone songwriting! I was fooled for so long!”
The anchor nodded, then looked directly into the camera. “To our viewers: in the wake of the Shen Xian scandal, Red Queen Entertainment, Golden Splendor, Bright Pearl Entertainment, and Imperial Dragon Entertainment—the four giants—have issued a joint statement: they will never allow someone like Shen Xian back into the industry!”
“He’s a blight on the community. If not for Mr. Chen Feng’s timely return, Miss Liu Ruyun’s promising future would’ve been completely destroyed!”
Shen Xian was dumbfounded as he watched the news.
This was Liu Ruyun, the woman he’d loved for three years?
The woman he’d protected so carefully for three years?
How could anyone be so shameless?
At the same time, anxiety crept in.
He knew the influence of the four giants. With a joint statement like that, no matter how talented he was (even with all the hits from Earth), no company would dare work with him!
Gifted, but with nowhere to use it?
As he was lost in thought, a message popped up on WeChat: “Postman, are you busy?”
Postman was his online handle.
Shen Xian was stunned at the message—it had been three years, and she’d reached out to him!
The sender was Zhou Wan, the queen of love songs!
About four years ago, before his car accident, Shen Xian had once stumbled upon Zhou Wan’s livestream. Back then, she was a fledgling internet singer, just starting her career. Shen Xian had found her voice unique, even oddly familiar, so he’d pointed out a few technical flaws and helped her adjust her sheet music.
They’d added each other on WeChat, but as Zhou Wan grew in popularity and Shen Xian started dating Liu Ruyun, they lost contact—simply lying dormant in each other’s friend lists.
Zhou Wan had no idea who Shen Xian really was, only knew him as Postman. They’d never met offline.
“Haha, long time no see, Diva Zhou. What can I do for you?” Shen Xian replied politely.
“Is it convenient for a voice call?” Zhou Wan asked.
“Sure, absolutely,” Shen Xian answered.
Barely twenty seconds later, Zhou Wan called.
Her voice was lovely.
Suddenly, a childish voice called out from the other end, “Mommy…”
Ding!
The call abruptly ended.

Shen Xian was left baffled.
Zhou Wan had a child?
How could that be—wasn’t she single?
And Zhou Wan was so beautiful, which extraordinary young master had managed to win her heart?
Or was it a hidden marriage?
Two minutes later, the phone rang again, and Zhou Wan’s voice was noticeably nervous. “Sorry, Postman, something came up just now.”
“No problem. Go ahead,” Shen Xian said.
“Postman, I’m holding my first online concert tomorrow. Would you like to come watch, maybe give me some pointers?” Zhou Wan showed him a great deal of respect.
“An online concert? A livestream?” Shen Xian asked.
“Yes. I rose to fame online and never held a concert before, so I decided my first one should be digital—a thank you to my fans,” Zhou Wan replied sincerely. “It was your guidance that gave me the confidence to persist, so I really wanted to invite you.”
Shen Xian’s eyes flickered, his mind working quickly.
With the four giants banning him, the internet was his best way to break through!
“How many songs are you doing?” Shen Xian asked.
“Six,” Zhou Wan replied.
“Make it seven. I’ll send you a new song in a bit,” Shen Xian said.
Zhou Wan’s tone was delighted, tinged with anticipation. “Are you serious, Postman?”
“Yes. I’ll send you the audio soon—lyrics, composition, arrangement, and mixing, all ready to go,” Shen Xian said.
Zhou Wan: “I’m really looking forward to it.”
“Also, let’s do a joint livestream tomorrow. I’ve prepared a new song too,” Shen Xian added.
“Really? That’s wonderful! I don’t even know what you look like, Postman!” Zhou Wan sounded thrilled. “I’ll be waiting for you tomorrow!”
In her warm, cozy apartment, after hanging up, Zhou Wan turned to look fondly at a chubby little girl, gently tousling her hair. “Qingqing, you’re such a good girl.”
The little girl, about two years old, looked up and asked in her sweet baby voice, “Mommy, who were you talking to? Was it Daddy?”
Zhou Wan smiled softly. “No, Qingqing. Let’s have some cake.”
Today was Qingqing’s second birthday.
Qingqing looked up, blinking her big, bright eyes. “Mommy, find Daddy.”
Though her words were still a bit jumbled at her age, Zhou Wan knew exactly what she meant—she was asking when her mother would take her to find her father.
Zhou Wan smiled tenderly and placed the cake in front of Qingqing. “Yes, it’s time to find you a daddy.”
Meanwhile, after the call, Shen Xian opened his computer to prepare Zhou Wan’s new song.
He typed three words: “Can’t Let Go.”
When Zhou Wan received the audio file, she tried singing a bit and was utterly amazed!
She realized that the song fit her voice and range perfectly, as if it had been tailor-made.
“Rongrong, add another song for tomorrow’s concert. Tell the musicians to rehearse!” Zhou Wan called her assistant.
“But everything’s already set, Wanwan. Adding a new song last minute will throw off the accompanists!” the assistant protested.
Zhou Wan replied, “Don’t worry. As long as they follow the score exactly, it’ll be fine!”