Around noon, Mo Xiaojuan, who had been at a meeting, walked in carrying a stack of documents. A puzzled expression clouded her delicate features. "Sis, you have to go on another business trip!"
"And a commercial performance? Didn't we already tell Sister Ling to cancel it?" Mo Fei frowned.
"It's not a commercial performance. This Saturday, in Yangcheng, at Guangdong TV station, you're scheduled to record the show *Music Express*." Mo Xiaojuan added, "The planning department also requires you to bring a new song to perform live."
Actually, none of this was a big issue. *Music Express* was a flagship music program on Guangdong TV with a broad audience. Last time Mo Fei released her comeback album, she couldn't even get a slot on it!
As for bringing a new song to the show, that was standard practice for celebrities launching new albums—drip-feeding one or two tracks to keep fans hooked. As long as the music was solid, sales would follow!
"Sorry, I'm not exactly part of your company, so maybe it's not my place to say this, but I have to ask—why schedule a show appearance so early?" Jin Yingming asked quietly. "We've only just started the recording process. There's still audio production, the MV shoot, and so much more. None of this can be done in a month or two. Isn't this pre-release hype coming way too soon?"
Too soon? It was downright rushed! It completely went against the normal workflow!
But Jin Yingming didn't want to spell it out too bluntly, since he was just a hired-gun producer.
Of course, there was a problem, and that's what puzzled Mo Xiaojuan. During the meeting earlier, she'd even regretted having Xiao Ai resign so early to help her out.
Now that Xiao Ai was gone, the planning department didn't even have a mole to tip her off!
Mo Fei also felt something was off. Based on her experience, she'd never seen a show appearance arranged this early. Still, *Music Express* was a huge draw for her!
Sometimes, the saying "the player sees less than the onlooker" perfectly described Mo Fei's situation.
Mo Xiaojuan, however, was the clear-eyed observer. Her bright, almond-shaped eyes fixed on the middle-aged Jin Yingming as she muttered to herself, "Uncle Jin's not bad—he's even speaking up for us. He's probably not one of Sister Ling's people. Once Sis Fei's album drops, maybe I can poach him for the company!"
The studio they were building needed all kinds of talent. To avoid being hamstrung by big corporations or fearing Sister Ling's retaliation later, Mo Xiaojuan had to cast a wide net and recruit the best!
Of course, her top priority was still Mu Zi'ang. With a genius like him, Mo Fei would never have to worry about running out of great songs!
But Mo Xiaojuan couldn't let that slip yet. For now, she had to gather a team to set up the studio's framework, and only start making moves once Mo Fei's contract ended.
Clearly, they still had to do *Music Express*. Whether or not the company's arrangement had ulterior motives, Mo Fei couldn't back out. It was a top-tier music show in Guangdong Province—skip it this time, and they wouldn't invite her again!
Since they'd decided to go, Jin Yingming set aside his doubts and worked with Mo Fei to pick a song that could be released early, produce the backing track, and have her start getting into the groove of performing it live.
But Mo Fei didn't stay late to record today. With something on her mind, she had Mo Xiaojuan drive her to Yang Yi's place.
That night, Mo Fei rested her head on Yang Yi's sturdy arm, her face still flushed. Breathing softly, she said apologetically, "Yang Yi, I'm sorry. I can't make it to Xi Xi's party with her friends. You'll have to handle the hosting on your own."
"What does it matter? Didn't you tell me you have an important show to record?" Yang Yi gently stroked her smooth, warm cheek and smiled. "It's not the first time. You're a star, always on the go. I'm used to it."
"But I still feel bad for you and Xi Xi. I know she really wanted me there. Tonight, I could see she was about to cry." Mo Fei's nose tingled as she spoke.
Yang Yi sighed. "It's the same either way. Even if you weren't recording, you couldn't show up, right? Haven't you always worried about Xi Xi's identity being exposed by the media?"
Mo Fei hesitated. "I'm worried she's too young, and the media would gossip or make wild guesses. It could affect her badly, so I don't dare go public..."
But now, Mo Fei and Yang Yi were truly together—a real family. Even if they went public, maybe it wouldn't be a huge problem?
"I've seen other celebrity kids in the entertainment world. Some of them go public, some announce it openly to the media, others don't share photos but everyone knows. It doesn't seem to cause much trouble," Mo Fei murmured.
Yang Yi chuckled. "Alright, why overthink it? Don't put too much pressure on yourself. If you want to go public, do it. If not, keep it under wraps. What's the big deal?"
"Mm." Mo Fei nodded obediently, but the worry on her brow didn't fade.
In her heart, she was still thinking, "Set a time. Once this album sells well and I find my old groove again, I'll definitely be brave enough to tell the media, tell the fans..."
Seeing Mo Fei still unsettled, Yang Yi smiled faintly, recalling a little trick from his past life.
"Hey, Mo Fei, let me ask you something," he said softly.
Mo Fei looked at him, a bit dazed.
"Do you know what the happiest number is?" Yang Yi's lips curled up as he asked.
Mo Fei felt hopeless—such a simple question, and she couldn't answer it. After thinking for a while, she shook her head in confusion. "What is it?"
"It's five."
"Why?" Mo Fei couldn't figure it out.
"Make a five with your hand and show me."
Mo Fei did as told, holding up her left hand with all five fingers spread.
Then Yang Yi reached out his right hand, interlaced his fingers with hers, and held on tight, laughing. "See? Isn't this happiness?"
Mo Fei burst out laughing, her face reddening as she playfully punched his chest. "You're so annoying!"
It was so annoying—it almost made her doubt her own intelligence.
Yang Yi laughed too, but he didn't let go of her hand.
He just wanted to cheer her up, to make her smile and stop dwelling on those strange worries.
Having faced far bigger problems in his past life, Yang Yi now felt like this life was on easy mode—all issues were trivial, hardly worth stressing over.
Life should be like this: more smiles, fewer worries. What problem can't be overcome? Even the biggest challenges have a solution!