Chapter 63: Please Leave

Qi Zhengqing said, “No, make preparations. I’ll pay him a personal visit soon—I want to see for myself what this Shen Xian is really made of.”

Xiao Yang returned to the Range Rover. Shen Xian saw Zhou Wan’s missed call and said, “I need to head back. There shouldn’t be any more trouble here. Just manage the place well. Let me use the car tonight.”

Xiao Yang replied, “Alright, drive safe.”

Just as Shen Xian was about to leave, Zhang Doudou’s voice echoed from afar, “Shen Xian, Xiao Yang, wait!”

Zhang Doudou jogged over, glancing at the dense crowd gathered outside Xiao Yang’s KTV, visibly surprised. Still, she opened the car door and got in. “Give me five minutes.”

Shen Xian turned, watching Zhang Doudou.

She said, “Shen Xian, I know the copyrights for Postman’s and Wang Tianqi’s songs are in your hands. May I ask, what terms would you require to grant me authorization?”

Xiao Yang wore a smug grin. “Zhang Doudou, so you’ve come to me with a request after all! I feel fantastic!”

Zhang Doudou ignored his taunts, her gaze serious as she looked at Shen Xian. “Since you’ve already authorized the KTV, it doesn’t matter to authorize more. Name your price.”

Before Shen Xian could respond, Xiao Yang burst out laughing, “Ha! Zhang Doudou, weren’t you full of swagger not long ago? Where’s your bravado now? You were so cocky this morning too—should my KTV bow to your demands?”

If ever there was a petty man who seized the moment for revenge, it was Xiao Yang.

Zhang Doudou looked at him expressionlessly. “Xiao Yang, I’m not speaking to you. The copyrights belong to Shen Xian, not you. You have no say, so it’s best you keep quiet.”

Yet Xiao Yang wasn’t angered at all. He folded his arms and said, with an air of arrogance, “Sorry, Zhang Doudou, but let me correct you. Shen Xian is my brother—what’s his is mine, what’s mine is his. We’re partners; there’s no distinction between us.”

Shen Xian nodded in agreement.

Zhang Doudou paused, then looked at Xiao Yang.

Staring at his smiling face, she wished she could smash it with a punch. “Xiao Yang, name your price.”

He stepped out of the car and beckoned her with a finger. “Come over here—if you do, I’ll tell you.”

Zhang Doudou hesitated, then stepped out.

Xiao Yang slammed the car door and said to Shen Xian, “Go home.”

Without another word, Shen Xian sped off, the Range Rover roaring and charging down the steps, disappearing onto the street. The tacit understanding between Shen Xian and Xiao Yang was that deep.

Zhang Doudou stood stunned.

“Zhang Doudou, if you want those song rights, keep dreaming. You’ll never get them in this lifetime,” Xiao Yang declared, feeling utterly exhilarated. His gaze seemed to say: even you have your day, Zhang Doudou!

She composed herself before speaking, “Xiao Yang, what you’re doing may bring you satisfaction, but it hardly serves your own interests. Don’t let your emotions override profit.”

Xiao Yang laughed, “Sorry, Zhang Doudou, but emotional value is something money can’t buy.”

“I’m not short of money. All I know is that I feel great right now. As long as I’m happy, it doesn’t matter if I lose out, ha ha ha!”

“Jie jie jie…” Xiao Yang let out a sinister laugh—the kind only a soul palace elder could muster.

This was precisely why Shen Xian could get along so well with Xiao Yang: Xiao Yang was genuinely true to himself.

Seeing Xiao Yang’s stubbornness, Zhang Doudou softened her tone as much as she could. “Xiao Yang, you’re still angry at me for cheating, aren’t you? If you agree, I can come back to you now. I don’t care how many girlfriends you have.”

He folded his arms. “Jie jie jie, sorry, but I’m not lacking women either. No matter how you plead, I won’t agree. Give up. But you’re welcome to keep trying—every time you beg, I feel a little happier. Maybe someday when my emotional value bursts, I’ll say yes. Anyway, it’s time for me to go home and sleep!”

With that, Xiao Yang really left.

Shen Xian arrived home to find Zhou Wan already changed into her nightgown, sitting on the sofa. The bright red dress made her skin look exceptionally fair.

A scene from earlier flashed through Shen Xian’s mind—a pale expanse.

Zhou Wan shot him a glare and asked, “Where did you go?”

“I had some personal errands to run. Why aren’t you sleeping?”

Zhou Wan could hardly sleep; finally having a clue about the Postman’s whereabouts, she was waiting for someone to help her bring Qingqing over so she could meet him. But now, two hours had passed—perhaps he had already left.

“Go to bed early,” she said, rising to return to her room.

Shen Xian prepared to shower.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door—no doorbell.

Shen Xian frowned. Who could it be at this hour?

Liu Ruyun?

He didn’t think much of it, didn’t check the peephole, and simply opened the door.

Three men stood outside. One, a young man, was extremely handsome with an innate air of nobility, dressed in a tailored suit, smiling broadly. “You must be Shen Xian?”

Hearing that voice, Zhou Wan’s body trembled; she quickly retreated to her room.

Qi Zhengqing caught sight of a striking red silhouette disappearing inside.

“Who are you?” Shen Xian asked, not inviting them in.

“I’m Qi Zhengqing,” he replied with a smile. “Won’t you invite me in?”

It was indeed him.

Shen Xian stepped aside. “Come in.”

He was genuinely impressed that Qi Zhengqing had managed to find his home. This man was truly resourceful, but perhaps it wasn’t surprising. With cameras everywhere and Qi’s influence, finding someone in Nanzhou was only a matter of time.

Qi Zhengqing entered, surveying the room before settling in the living room, not bothering to change shoes.

The two bodyguards stood behind him, hands clasped.

Zhou Wan changed clothes, wrapping herself tightly, carefully closing her door—Qingqing was still asleep inside.

“Qi Zhengqing, you really are relentless,” Zhou Wan sneered.

He looked Zhou Wan up and down, his admiration and desire in his eyes undisguised, raw and blatant.

No woman Qi wanted had ever escaped him—except Zhou Wan. Despite more than a year of relentless pursuit, she remained unattainable.

This only fueled Qi’s determination: the more she resisted, the more exhilarated he became.

Qi Zhengqing smiled, addressing Shen Xian, “You may leave now.”

“This is my home,” Shen Xian replied.

Qi Zhengqing nodded, “I know.”

One of the bodyguards pulled a check from his bag, covered in zeros, and tossed it to the floor. “This is enough to buy ten apartments like yours. Take the money and leave. Don’t interrupt Mr. Qi and Miss Zhou.”

Shen Xian squinted at the check, then raised his head, pointing to the door with a smile. “Get out.”

In the depths of Shen Xian’s eyes was an endless coldness.