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Regarding Zhuo Ming’s matter, Lin Tian didn’t think much of it at all. Instead, Zhou Mi and Jiang Pan Die talked it over and laughed like silver bells.

Now the rehearsal has ended. In fact, besides being an idol, Jiang Pan Die is also a powerhouse. Her voice is delicate and sweet, and this adaptation indeed made Lin Tian’s eyes light up. It is expected to be a hit when the concert starts.

So most of the rehearsals were exploratory, which involved some musical knowledge that Lin Tian didn’t understand; he just thought it sounded good.

"Alright, let’s go see Ms. Zhou," Lin Tian glanced at the time and said, "She should be awake by now."

"Okay, it’s about mealtime too." Jiang Pan Die looked at Lin Tian and said, "I was planning to finalize the song you sang today, but I didn’t expect you’d make Ms. Zhou cry."

Lin Tian shrugged, feeling quite wronged.

The three chatted as they walked and soon reached the backstage lounge. Lin Tian was confident in his massage skills; it was no ordinary treatment. Using Spiritual Qi, he had put Zhou Wenhong into a state of golden sleep.

Golden sleep, as the name implies, is the best sleep, deep slumber that dispels fatigue and revitalizes in just half an hour.

It’s been over an hour now, Zhou Wenhong should be awake.

Sure enough, after Zhou Mi knocked twice, Zhou Wenhong soon opened the door.

Zhou Wenhong now looked in good spirits, her smeared makeup from crying had been redone, but no matter how much she touched up, her eyes were still a bit swollen from her heavy crying earlier.

"Ms. Zhou." Jiang Pan Die beamed a sweet smile, tentatively asking, "Shall we go eat? How about hotpot?"

Zhou Wenhong didn’t object, just said, "We need to eat lightly; the concert is in a few days, and being in good condition is important."

Zhou Wenhong is a very meticulous person; her expression was serious as she spoke.

Jiang Pan Die shook her head and laughed, "Don’t worry, Ms. Zhou, it’s fine. Lin Tian can sort this out, right?"

As she spoke, Jiang Pan Die gave Lin Tian a look.

Who knew Lin Tian would mimic her and shake his head while smiling, "Not true. I’m just a doctor, not a magician. If you mess up your voice, recovering will take time anyway. Right now, I don’t recommend spicy food, and my consultation fees are quite expensive."

Jiang Pan Die’s excited little face suddenly drooped down; for her, without spice, there’s no fun.

The four got into the car, and Lin Tian naturally took on the role of driver, but the atmosphere in the car seemed off, with no desire to talk.

"Lin Tian, play some music; I want something upbeat," Zhou Mi said from the back seat.

Zhou Wenhong knew their thoughts well and laughed freely, "Alright, you guys really don’t need to be like this. He left so many years ago; what do I have to hold onto? I just bottled up these emotions for too long and had a good cry, feeling much better now."

Lin Tian glanced at Zhou Wenhong through the rearview mirror and could tell from her eyes that her carefree attitude wasn’t an act; otherwise, she wouldn’t be so at ease.

Thinking about it, she had written many songs over the years, although varied, many were heartbreak songs, implying just how strong her heart is.

"Mr. Zhou..." Zhou Mi paused and turned from the passenger seat to look at her, saying, "I understand you, really!"

Seeing Zhou Mi’s earnest expression, Zhou Wenhong was taken aback, then chuckled and said, "You young girl haven’t graduated yet, in such a good age with so much time ahead. I don’t want you to understand me; that kind of empathy isn’t something a young girl like you can handle."

Zhou Mi’s face flushed slightly; she felt she really could understand her, having experienced the agony of a secret crush herself.

Zhou Wenhong continued, "If I could do it all over again, if I went back to when I first met Shen Tong, I think I’d confess my feelings without hesitation. At least this way, I could be with him earlier, preventing any regrets... If you have someone you like, go after them."

Upon saying the last sentence, Zhou Wenhong smiled. Her smile was genuinely warm and infectious, causing Zhou Mi to also smile. She nodded seriously, not daring to say anything, only daring to sneak a glance at the person driving beside her, with complicated feelings.

With Lin Tian’s abilities, he was acutely aware of Zhou Mi’s every move. But he didn’t dare say anything, making his driving less focused.

Zhou Wenhong’s nudging, if Zhou Mi really confessed, Lin Tian thought he might coldly reject her, considering the abundance of women already around him.

Quickly, they arrived at the mid-tier hotpot restaurant Jiang Pan Die had chosen, known for good food at reasonable prices.

To avoid attention, Jiang Pan Die wore her mask and deftly secured a private room and ordered food, showing she’s a regular patron here, surely frequenting before becoming famous.

The four sat in a private room without outsiders, and Zhou Wenhong took the initiative to order a few bottles of beer, saying today was apt for drinking.

Lin Tian and Jiang Pan Die loved drinking, so there was naturally no issue.

Before the dishes were fully served, the four first had a small drink, then Zhou Wenhong stood up to toast Lin Tian, speaking sincerely, "Thank you for letting me cry today."

Lin Tian was taken aback, what’s there to thank for?

With years of experience, Zhou Wenhong more or less guessed what Lin Tian was thinking. She smiled wryly, "I’ve written many songs over these years, yet not a single one could make me cry. I’ve pent up my emotions for many years, and today they were finally released, feeling relieved, thank you."

"No worries, it’s good to cry it out," Lin Tian said and toasted with her.

After sitting down, Zhou Wenhong smiled and said, "I didn’t really believe when they said you were adept at all kinds of songs. Now I do; your influence is the most intense I’ve seen."

Lin Tian chuckled; he loved hearing people praise him.

"But that tear-jerking song can’t be performed at the concert; otherwise, the audience crying would create a strange ambiance," Zhou Wenhong said.

Everyone laughed along; if that happened, tissues would be necessary for every spectator.

"You should sing those upbeat songs, those that make people want to jump up," Zhou Wenhong said.

Jiang Pan Die immediately agreed, "I also think you should sing this style."

Lin Tian laughed, "I don’t mind, I’m just here for the fun. Tell me what to sing, and I’ll sing. I’ve no requests."