Sister, You Won't Be Angry, Right?

As soon as Wang Siyi finished speaking, the woman in front of her turned around.

She was under five foot three, with a pretty, delicate appearance, an oval face, large eyes, and the look of a girl next door.

"Ah, Sister Wanjun. I heard you and Sister Baozhu begged for this song."

"I'm really sorry. I don't know how it happened either, but Director Chen said he intended to give this song to me. Still, I think it would suit you better, Sister."

Though she said that, Su Yanying had no intention of returning the materials in her hands to Wang Wanjun. Her grip was tight.

"I don't want this either, but Director Chen said so. I can only follow the company's arrangements..."

"Sister Wanjun, you won't be angry, will you?"

"I was already very sorry about what happened last time. I didn't want things to turn out this way either..."

Su Yanying put on an innocent act, as if none of this had anything to do with her.

"Give me my things back. I don't want the song anymore, but what you're holding belongs to me."

Wang Wanjun ignored her question and said directly.

Su Yanying looked at Wang Wanjun with her wide eyes, putting on a pitiful expression.

"Sister Wanjun, there are still a lot of things about this song that I don't understand. Since you were the one who asked for it, you must know how to sing it, right? Could you guide me?"

Su Yanying did not answer Wang Wanjun's words either. Looking weak and vulnerable, she pleaded pitifully with Wang Wanjun.

Wang Wanjun did not answer. She merely stared at her coldly.

Su Yanying sneered inwardly. Give it back to you? Dream on. I stole your song last time, and I can steal it again this time.

So what if Wang Wanjun was the company's biggest star? That title would belong to her sooner or later. Since she had entered the entertainment industry, what was she still acting so high and mighty for?

Su Yanying scoffed at Wang Wanjun's behavior. They were both talented, so why was Wang Wanjun the one who could become famous? Because she acted aloof?

Although Su Yanying had only debuted recently, she was deeply jealous of Wang Wanjun.

She was beautiful and gifted at singing. Not long after she joined the company, it had tailored an excellent album just for her. In only three years, she had been able to challenge the ranks of first-tier singers.

Su Yanying believed her singing talent was no worse than Wang Wanjun's, yet she had never enjoyed Wang Wanjun's luck.

Fortunately, Wang Wanjun was too proud to even attend the company's social engagements. If she still did not know how to seize opportunities at a time like this, then she could forget about being a star.

So Su Yanying had very consciously put herself in Chen Zhiyuan's line of sight. Compared to Wang Wanjun, their talents were evenly matched. Though Su Yanying was not as pretty as Wang Wanjun, she was still attractive.

Most importantly, Su Yanying was obedient. Whatever she was told to do, she would never refuse.

Thus, the company began shifting its resources toward Su Yanying while suppressing Wang Wanjun. If Wang Wanjun obediently fell in line, they would continue promoting her. If she refused, they would freeze her out until she yielded.

Even if she did not yield, it did not matter. Su Yanying had the potential to become hugely popular anyway, and she was obedient too.

Xinyi Huyou did not have enough resources to make two artists famous at once. Since that was the case, why not choose the obedient one?

It was a choice that did not require any thought at all. Since Wang Wanjun refused to obey, they could only sacrifice her and pile the resources onto Su Yanying.

The company had approached the famous lyricist and composer Yang Caiqian many times before, but he had shown Xinyi Huyou no courtesy. He had simply said that he had no suitable songs for Su Yanying's voice.

Chen Zhiyuan knew when Chen Baozhu contacted Yang Caiqian. He neither stopped her nor sabotaged her because he was waiting for this day.

Once they had finalized the deal to buy the song and the company had purchased it in its own name, he would step in and snatch it away.

That would suppress Wang Wanjun once more and force her to yield. Even if she still refused, it did not matter. The song belonged to the company, not Wang Wanjun.

The company would also get a good song for Su Yanying. Either way, it would not lose out.

The moment Su Yanying saw the song, jealousy consumed her.

She naturally knew just how good it was. It had even been tailored to Wang Wanjun's voice, and when Su Yanying sang it herself, it always felt as if something was missing.

But she was jealous—jealous of Wang Wanjun. Why did every good song belong to Wang Wanjun? Why had she never encountered such a good song? Why had a famous lyricist and composer like Yang Caiqian never written one for her?

Since she did not have that kind of luck, she would take it. She would take everything that belonged to Wang Wanjun.

She was far more obedient than Wang Wanjun, so why could the company not give all its resources to her instead of that woman who acted lofty all day long?

Wasn't Wang Wanjun proud? Wasn't she cold and aloof? Once she had nothing left and could not even hold onto her position as a second-tier singer, Su Yanying wanted to see how she would keep pretending.

"I'll say it one more time. Give me my things back."

Wang Wanjun's tone turned even colder.

"Ah... then, all right."

Su Yanying looked as though she had suffered some enormous injustice. She slowly extended her hand, and just as Wang Wanjun reached out to take the materials—

Su Yanying let go. The stack of documents in her hand scattered across the floor.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry, Sister Wanjun. My hand was shaking a little, and I accidentally dropped them..."

Though she said that, Su Yanying only looked at Wang Wanjun with a pitiful expression, showing no intention of bending down to pick them up.

Wang Wanjun looked at her once more. Behind her, Xiuxiu saw the scene and immediately cursed inwardly.

"This woman is disgusting. Who is she putting on that pitiful act for?"

She was just about to step forward and pick up the things from the floor when Wang Wanjun caught her hand and said lightly, "Let's go. I don't want them anymore."

With that, she turned and left, no longer paying any attention to Su Yanying's pathetic act.

Chen Baozhu also glared furiously at Su Yanying. That trash company, Xinyi Huyou, had made them suffer more today than they had in the past year.

Without saying another word, she pulled Xiuxiu along and followed Wang Wanjun.

As Su Yanying watched the three of them leave, the pitiful expression on her face instantly became one of disdain.

"Keep acting so high and mighty."

She stomped on the stack of documents on the floor. Still not satisfied, she ground her foot down several more times before turning and leaving as well.

The recording engineer and sound engineer nearby had watched the drama unfold from the sidelines. They exchanged looks and sighed in unison.

They had long grown accustomed to the unspoken rules of the entertainment industry, but Wang Wanjun was truly the most talented female singer they had encountered in all their years in the profession.

It was such a waste! The company's actions, along with Su Yanying's, had once again shown them exactly what kind of company Xinyi Huyou—the company they worked for—really was.

After leaving the Xinyi Huyou building, Wang Siyi remained silent the entire way. She was a little lost now, unsure of what she should do.

She had seen hope, only for that hope to be ruthlessly cut off. Nothing was more despairing than that.

She had already begun to consider giving up singing.

Where should she go from here? Wang Siyi was completely lost. What was she supposed to do?

After leaving the Xinyi Huyou building, Wang Siyi shut herself in her room and refused to come out.

Xiuxiu and Chen Baozhu were both worried, but neither knocked on her door. They knew Wang Siyi must be feeling terrible.

Wang Siyi lay on her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

She felt even more desperate, helpless, and pitiful than when she had sat in the stairwell at Xingfuli in Yangcheng last time.

She thought of her parents and her grandfather. Remembering what her grandfather had said before he passed away, her heart ached, and tears began to flow uncontrollably.

The tears streamed down her cheeks. She turned her face and buried it in her pillow, quickly soaking a patch of it.

After crying for a while, Wang Siyi gradually calmed down. She picked up her phone and prepared to call her mother.

She made three calls in a row, but none went through. Then she called her father.

In the president's office at Jinling University, Wang Weimin was receiving officials from the Ministry of Education. When his silenced phone showed an incoming call, he did not look at it before hanging up.

With that hang-up, the last string in Wang Siyi's heart seemed to snap. Tears spilled from her eyes again, and she felt as if there was nowhere in the whole world for her to go.

Her parents ignored her, her grandfather was gone—who else would want her...

Grandfather... Thinking of him, Wang Siyi remembered the house where he used to live in Yangcheng. She made up her mind. She would not go home for now. She would go to Yangcheng.

She took out her phone and booked a flight to Yangcheng, then began packing her luggage in Shanghai. This time, she had a lot of things to bring, so Wang Siyi asked Xiuxiu to help her pack and send her to the airport.

"Sister Wanjun, where are you going? Aren't you taking me with you...?"

Xiuxiu looked pitifully at Wang Siyi. She had been by Wang Siyi's side ever since she started working.

She felt she would never meet another star as kind as Wang Siyi. If Wang Siyi planned to leave the industry, then Xiuxiu intended to change careers too.

"I might not come back here again. Stay with Sister Baozhu. She can help arrange work for you..."

Wang Siyi shook her head. If she no longer sang or worked as an artist, she would not need an assistant, nor did she want someone constantly following her around.

"Then... Sister Wanjun, will I never see you again...?"

Upon hearing that, Xiuxiu's eyes immediately reddened, tears welling in them.

Wang Siyi's heart tightened too. She stroked Xiuxiu's hair, then hugged her.

"No. I just want to find somewhere to clear my head. Even if I stop singing in the future, you can still come visit me."

After saying goodbye to Xiuxiu and Chen Baozhu, Wang Siyi boarded the plane to Yangcheng. Watching the skyscrapers shrink farther and farther below her, she sighed inwardly.

In Jinling, Wang Weimin had finally seen off the officials from the Ministry of Education. Remembering that someone had called him earlier, he picked up his phone to check it and froze.

It had been his daughter. That was rare. Ever since Wang Siyi had fallen out with him and his wife, she had seldom taken the initiative to call him.

After her grandfather passed away, she had not called even once. He hurriedly called back, only to find that her phone was off. Alarmed, he immediately called his wife.

He knew his daughter's personality. She would never call him without a reason. When his wife did not answer, he guessed she was teaching.

He simply sent his wife a WeChat message, asking whether she had received a call from their daughter.

After class, He Shumin saw the WeChat message from her husband and checked her call log as well. The most recent call was from her husband, and below it were three missed calls—all from their daughter.

She hurriedly called back too, but Wang Siyi's phone was also off, and the call did not go through.

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