Chapter 91: Meeting Liu Ruyun Again

Lin Zhixia was actually a bit surprised to see Shen Xian here. In her eyes, Shen Xian was just a workhorse—someone who, under normal circumstances, would only be qualified to serve dishes at an event like this. Yet today, Shen Xian clearly wasn’t here to wait tables; he appeared as an invited guest.

As Shen Xian entered the grand hall, his gaze swept across the room. He spotted Lin Zhixia but only paused on her for a split second before looking away, then quietly made his way to the most inconspicuous corner and took a seat.

The wedding banquet hall was enormous, spanning over three or four thousand square meters, occupying an entire building. It could accommodate a hundred tables and seat more than a thousand guests. The guest list today was extremely diverse, with people from every field imaginable. Those from the capital, as well as the influential circles of Shenzhen and Shanghai, sat in the front. Business partners took the next best seats, and people like Shen Xian, who had simply tagged along, were relegated to the very back.

Shen Xian was perfectly content with sitting at the end; after all, he was only here to deal with any emergencies. If Liu Sheng’s singing faltered or he made any mistakes, then Shen Xian and Zhou Wan would have to perform a duet. But the odds of that happening were slim. Still, if it came to that, he would inevitably reveal himself as the mysterious “Postman” in front of Zhou Wan. Shen Xian didn’t mind; at this point, he trusted Zhou Wan to some degree. Zhou Wan was strong-willed, but her values were upright and she treated Shen Xian fairly, never looking down on him for his background. In this respect, she was much better than Lin Zhixia and Liu Ruyun.

Ning Cai, on the other hand, was too cold—almost like artificial intelligence, always rational and seemingly incapable of emotion. Shen Xian felt a certain pressure dealing with her.

To his own surprise, the woman he found most comfortable to be around was actually Zhang Doudou. He appreciated how transparent and easygoing she was: if you weren’t good enough, she’d leave; if you proved yourself, she’d come back. What else could that be but genuine genius? Every time he had this thought, he’d wonder if he was going crazy.

Passionate as a wild horse! Why do I find Zhang Doudou so interesting? I clearly have no interest in her! He felt a little concerned about his own mental state.

He took out his phone and checked the editor-in-chief’s latest reply, which only made him angrier. Frustration!

Hmph! It doesn’t matter if you look down on me—I don’t care. But how dare you look down on Red-Haired Freak, too? Outrageous! I must work harder, finish writing “My Son Wang Teng Has the Bearing of an Emperor” as quickly as possible, update with twenty chapters a day, and make this book famous in this world. Only then will I do justice to Red-Haired Freak’s talent! One day, all those snobbish website editors and the chief editor will be waving their checkbooks, kneeling at my feet, shouting, “Red-Haired Freak is the true genius! Sign this book with us, please!” The mere thought exhilarated him.

Imagining this scene, Shen Xian’s lips curled into a wild grin, and his mood instantly improved. But that good mood was quickly ruined by the arrival of two people.

Liu Ruyun and Chen Feng entered through the side door, passing right by Shen Xian. “Huh? What are you doing here?” Liu Ruyun, already a few steps ahead, caught sight of Shen Xian from the corner of her eye and doubled back.

Chen Feng frowned at Shen Xian, glanced around to make sure the security cameras were far away, and checked the table for any recording devices—finding none, he finally relaxed.

“If you two can come, why can’t I?” Shen Xian asked in mock surprise. “Is this your wedding or something?”

Liu Ruyun’s breath caught in her throat. Shen Xian could be infuriating at times.

She truly loathed him. Despite the twelve hit songs he’d written for her, which had catapulted her from an eighteenth-place talent show contestant to a top-tier star and earned her two or three hundred million, she still hated him. She hated that he lacked ambition, hated that his talent had vanished, hated that he’d wasted three years of her life, and hated, most of all, that he would write songs for Wang Tianqi and Zhou Wan but not for her.

“You’re only so smug because you know the Postman,” Liu Ruyun snapped, staring directly at Shen Xian. “But don’t forget, we’ll lure the Postman away sooner or later. As long as we offer enough, the Postman will eventually leave your studio!”

She was convinced that the Postman wrote for Wang Tianqi and Zhou Wan only because Shen Xian had signed him.

“Well, give it a try then. See if the Postman even bothers with you,” Shen Xian replied with a faint smile.

He wondered what Liu Ruyun and Chen Feng would think when they finally learned that he himself was the Postman. But now was not the time to reveal himself; he still hadn’t amassed enough leverage to contend with Red Queen Entertainment’s vast resources.

Don’t be fooled by the Postman’s current dominance online, being hailed as the true god of love songs. In reality, the Postman was extremely vulnerable. Should any of the entertainment giants catch even a whiff of his identity, they would destroy him without hesitation.

It’s all too easy for a major entertainment company to ruin a rising musician—they have a thousand and one ways to do it! Just look at Chen Chusheng, who was blacklisted for years. Or Xu Huaiyu, or even Sun Yaowei. The list goes on. In this world, there were plenty of such examples.

Ten years ago, for instance, there was a female songwriter who was at the top of her game, writing hit songs for superstars. She resisted the unspoken rules and, as a result, a powerful figure accused her of plagiarism and spreading “improper messages,” and she was sent away for three years. She has since disappeared without a trace.

As Shen Xian himself, he was insignificant to the four entertainment giants—someone they could crush at any moment. Since they didn’t know who the Postman was, they wouldn’t target Shen Xian’s studio for now. But the moment his identity was exposed, not only would his studio be doomed, but the Postman would be destroyed as well.

“Don’t worry. In no more than three days, we’ll have the Postman’s real identity,” Liu Ruyun said, her eyes full of mockery. Qi Zhengqing had already made his move. After Yao Feiyu’s wedding, he would personally call the headquarters in the capital to obtain everything there was to know about the Postman.

“Go ahead,” Shen Xian replied, shrugging indifferently. So what if they found out? He didn’t care. At worst, he’d just start over with a new alias.

Liu Ruyun gave him a long, meaningful look, then took Chen Feng’s arm. “Let’s go, Chen Feng.”

Chen Feng nodded.

Nearby, some guests were chatting, “Did you hear? Chen Feng wrote a duet that’s really beautiful—the meaning is wonderful. Yao Feiyu has already heard an early version and is very pleased!”

“I heard that, and apparently Yao Feiyu’s fiancée loves the song, too!”

“Yao Feiyu even promised Chen Feng that, after the wedding, he’d call all the major music platform directors to have them feature this song prominently!”

“With Chen Feng and Liu Ruyun’s popularity, this will bring them huge exposure!”