Writing a Song for An Qing

"Hmph, Grandma's stories aren't interesting, not like Daddy's," the little one pouted.

"Then Grandma will tell you a different one." Lin Qiuyan was defeated by her granddaughter. She'd already told over a dozen, and none of them satisfied her.

"Then I want to hear the Tortoise and the Hare."

"The Tortoise and the Hare? Grandma doesn't know it."

"Huh? Grandma doesn't know? Then Qianqian will tell Grandma. Grandma has to be good from now on." With that, she acted like a sensible child, leaving them unsure whether to laugh or cry.

The little one began to speak slowly.

"Once upon a time, a rabbit and a tortoise raced. The rabbit laughed at the tortoise for crawling slowly. The tortoise said that one day he would win..."

After hearing the Tortoise and the Hare, Lin Qiuyan felt that the stories she'd told weren't good either. But where had Qianqian heard such a profound and thought-provoking fable?

"Little granddaughter, tell Grandma, who told you this story?"

"It was Daddy! Daddy tells me stories every time I take a bath. I have... I have so many more!" She went to count her fingers again, but after counting, she still didn't know how many.

"Qianqian, could you tell Grandma another one later?" Lin Qiuyan felt a little embarrassed asking a child for a story.

"Okay, then I'll tell Grandma another one. Just one, no more," she conceded.

The little one had a good memory and told Lin Qiuyan another short story, "The Ugly Duckling."

These were all told by my own son? Amazing, my son actually knows so much. How did I never notice before? Lin Qiuyan felt a wave of emotion.

After thinking for a long time, Lin Qiuyan finally couldn't help but ask Qianqian's mother, "Qianqian, tell Grandma, where did Mommy go?"

"Mommy went to make money. Mommy said if she doesn't work, she won't have money to buy milk powder for Qianqian."

"Then Qianqian, do you have a photo of Mommy? Grandma hasn't met her yet."

"Yes, it's on WeChat. Hmm, Qianqian misses Mommy." As she spoke, she rubbed her eyes with her little fists, looking like she was about to cry.

"Only mothers in this world are good, A child with a mother is like a treasure."

The little one started singing this song again as she missed her mother.

Lin Qiuyan was a bit at a loss. Listening to the song, which she hadn't heard before, she found it quite good. When she learned that her son had taught his granddaughter the song last night, two lines of tears streamed down her face.

While Ling Yun was taking a bath, the little one secretly took his phone and went to WeChat with her mother.

An Qing was busy handling new song issues when her phone rang. It was a WeChat call, with the contact name "Ling Yun."

Could something have happened to Qianqian? Her heart panicked, and she immediately answered.

"Hello, Mommy, guess who I am?" Little Qianqian's voice came through the phone.

An Qing's heart immediately calmed down. It's good that nothing happened. She pretended not to know, "Hmm, little friend, who are you? Where is my little Qianqian?"

"Hmph, Mommy, you're so silly. It's me! I'm your cute little Qianqian!" she said proudly.

Lin Qiuyan listened to the conversation between the mother and daughter... and was a bit speechless. She picked up Qianqian and pointed at the camera. The little one seemed to understand her grandmother's meaning and wanted to see her mother.

"Mommy, I miss you. Can we video call? Baby doesn't know how."

An Qing felt a bit guilty. She'd been too busy lately and hadn't had time to see her. Usually, they only had brief phone calls.

A moment later, the WeChat camera turned on, and An Qing could be clearly seen. Dressed in red, she looked like a delicate beauty. Indeed, she was gorgeous.

An Qing also saw her daughter, but she also saw Lin Qiuyan, a beautiful young woman, holding her daughter. This Ling Yun... he's not just bringing his daughter around, is he? she thought, feeling a surge of anger.

At this moment, Lin Qiuyan recovered from her surprise. "Hello, daughter-in-law!" she said, smiling at her. She recognized Qianqian's mother as the celebrity An Qing, as she paid some attention to the entertainment industry.

"Ah, what's going on? Daughter-in-law? Who are you calling? Could it be me?" An Qing was stunned.

"Mommy, this is Grandma, Daddy's Mommy!"

"What? Auntie, hello. I, I'm An Qing," An Qing said nervously, her face incredibly awkward, stammering.

"Hehe, don't be formal, we're family. Just call me Mom," Lin Qiuyan said.

What do you mean, 'just call me Mom'? I haven't even married your son yet! But she didn't say it aloud, only managing an awkward smile.

"Are you really Ling Yun's mother? Your biological mother? How are you so young?" An Qing suddenly asked.

"Yes, I'm his biological mother. I'm not young anymore; I'm almost forty."

"Really? You can't tell at all!"

"Grandma, Grandma, let me talk to Mommy!" The little one pouted. If they kept chatting, who knew when they'd finish?

"Alright, then we'll listen to what Qianqian wants to say," Lin Qiuyan said, patting her head.

"Mommy, I want to sing you a song. Listen carefully!"

"Oh, my little darling can sing now? What song do you want to sing?"

"Hmph, Mommy hasn't heard it. Daddy taught me this," she said, clearing her throat.

"Only mothers in this world are good, A child with a mother is like a treasure."

"..."

An Qing listened quietly and was already in tears.

"Honey, I'm so sorry," An Qing said.

"Mommy, be good, don't cry, okay?" the little one said in a milky voice, trying to comfort her.

Lin Qiuyan's eyes were also a little red. She had heard it for the second time, and her reaction wasn't as strong as An Qing's.

Ling Yun, who had just finished showering, heard the commotion in the living room and walked over. "What's going on?"

"Nothing," Lin Qiuyan said, wiping away her tears.

"Daddy, Mommy is crying, what should we do?" the little one said coquettishly to Ling Yun.

Ling Yun looked at An Qing on the screen. This woman was still as strong-willed as ever. "It's okay, I'll talk to her."

"Hey, hey, An Qing, are you wondering about this song?"

"Huh? Huh?" An Qing was stunned. How did he know what I wanted to ask?

Before she could speak again, Ling Yun continued, "I know what's been bothering you lately. I can write a song for you as your lead single, but you have to agree to one condition."

"You can write songs? Don't try to comfort me, you don't need to worry about my business," An Qing thought this man was just trying to console her.

"Whether I can or not, you'll know soon. Do you agree to one condition?"

"Fine," An Qing thought one condition wasn't a big deal. She'd just see what tricks Ling Yun was up to.

After receiving An Qing's affirmative answer, Ling Yun got up and went into the study.

"Mommy, Daddy is so amazing. You can't go back on your promise!"

Before there was even a result, their daughter was already bragging about him. It seemed she couldn't be left alone.

"Oh, then Qianqian darling, what amazing things does Daddy do?" An Qing asked, almost as if compelled.

"Hmm, let me count. Daddy can cook, tell stories, sing, play the piano, drive, clean..." the little one listed them off one after another.

An Qing and Lin Qiuyan...

The study door opened, and Ling Yun walked out holding a musical score. The song was titled "Dream Chaser."

Since Qianqian had commandeered his phone, he had to use his laptop to upload the score. He logged into Weibo on his laptop, took a few pictures of the score with the webcam, and then clicked on An Qing's chat page to send it to her.

After finishing all this, Ling Yun said to An Qing on the screen, "I've sent you the score. You'll probably be busy now."

An Qing was taken aback. So fast?

"Qianqian, say goodbye to Mommy. It's very late, time for bed."

"Okay, Mommy, bye-bye," the little one waved goodbye to An Qing on the video call reluctantly.

"Mom, you should take a shower and go to bed too. You must be tired from the drive," Ling Yun said caringly.

"Yes, I am a bit tired. Little Yun'er, granddaughter, goodnight." With that, she went back to her room.

"Grandma, goodnight," the little one replied.

An Qing ended the WeChat video call and then looked at the photos Ling Yun had sent. The more she looked, the more surprised she became. This guy actually wrote such a good song. My goodness, for this song, she'd agree to ten conditions. This song perfectly met her standards for a lead single; it was practically tailor-made for her.

This is fantastic! With this song, she could definitely make a comeback. She'd go to the company's recording studio tomorrow to record it and then register the copyright. Hmph, what's his is mine.

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