Let her be arrogant

Xi Yu sighed slightly and said calmly: "If you encounter this kind of thing in the future, just call Shi Yubai directly."

"You can't just ignore death, can you?"

Sheng Lanqing glanced at him dissatisfied and complained: "You have no sympathy at all."

"If she really wanted to die, she wouldn't come to you."

Xi Yu looked straight ahead and walked around to another intersection.

The billboard on the business building shone brightly, and after the color changed several times, Fu Qingheng's latest single appeared.

"If you don't go to the garden, how can you know how beautiful spring is..."

The singing of the opera was so spot on that it inspired the fans who were looking up at the billboard from the crowds of people walking on the street to exclaim in surprise.

Xi Yu's voice drew Sheng Lanqing's attention back.

His voice was calm and gentle, like a deep pool flowing forever in the mountains and forests in the early morning, seemingly brimming with endless and steady vitality.

"Stop your useless sympathy as soon as possible. The source of her pain lies with that man, not you. No matter how you comfort her, it will be useless."

Sheng Lanqing said earnestly: "If the person in pain was you, think about what you would do?"

As the vehicle drove to the suburbs, the surrounding area gradually darkened, and the sound of people became silent.

There was the faint sound of waves, and the sea breeze blew the trees on both sides to one side.

Xi Yu parked the car at the door of a villa with lights on, walked around to the passenger seat, and opened the door.

"I don't feel pain for other people."

Xi Yu waited patiently for her to get off the car, and then closed the door for her.

"Instead of continuing to suffer, it's better to cut it off in two."

The villa is surrounded by Western-style fences, like a small castle.

The yard is filled with red roses, which burn like flames when blown by the wind.

Sheng Lanqing walked in curiously, brushed her slender fingers on the rose petals, looked back and asked, "Why did you bring me here?"

As soon as she finished speaking, fireworks bloomed in the sky not far away.

It was specially made into the shape of a Chinese opera performer, and many rose fireworks bloomed together, shining brightly like shooting stars.

Xi Yu stood not far away and smiled softly: "Sheng Qingqing, happy birthday."

Sheng Lanqing's eyes were crooked, she trotted and grabbed Xi Yu's arm, and said with some joy: "I almost forgot my birthday. I've been so busy recently."

For her, being recognized by Xi Yu for her work ability is much more important than her annual birthday.

"At this time last year, someone also celebrated my birthday."

Sheng Lanqing recalled the huge billboard he saw as soon as he came out of the theater last year.

She said jokingly: "If that person had appeared earlier, maybe there would be nothing to do with the little master, and I would definitely agree to his confession."

Xi Yu endured her frank words, lowered her eyes and asked, "Are you so easily moved?"

"I'm not that easily impressed."

Sheng Lanqing immediately refuted Xi Yu's words, held her chin and said: "There is just a person who finally asked for nothing. After blessing me, he never appeared again and didn't want anything."

"Sheng Qingqing, don't be too naive. Either it's for your love or your body. No one is interested in anything."

Xi Yu took Sheng Lanqing's hand and led her into the house.

Sheng Lanqing was not convinced at first, but after seeing the costumes filling several rooms, she no longer cared about being angry.

"so beautiful!"

She said with some surprise.

Each costume is made of silk, and the embroidery on it is also extremely delicate.

The same exquisite dotted head and face are placed on one side of every costume.

Sheng Lanqing took off a pair of double-breasted, round-neck palace clothes.

It is decorated with dozens of colorful long and short ribbons, a petticoat inside, and six two-inch colorful lace.

She touched the embroidery on her clothes, looked at Xi Yu, and asked, "Who embroidered the embroidery here?"

Most of the troupe's costumes are shared by several people, and the materials they choose are also excellent.

But the embroidery on the costumes is far less sophisticated than the ones here. "Shen Qingtang's Su embroidery," Xi Yu said without any intention of claiming credit, "most of it is hers, and a small part is her apprentice's."

Jiang Qingyan didn't want to let Shen Qingtang get involved, but he couldn't resist Shen Qingtang's eyes that suddenly lit up after hearing about the object of the embroidery.

Kun Opera is the quintessence of traditional Chinese culture, and Sheng Lanqing is the most famous contemporary Kun Opera performer.

Except for the time when she came to the door, Shen Qingtang had already watched Sheng Lanqing's performance and didn't mind icing on the cake for her.

"That's great," Sheng Lanqing murmured in a low voice, then suddenly raised her eyes and asked, "Little Master, how long have you been preparing for?"

Xi Yu rubbed her head, showing no intention of repaying her kindness.

He said softly: "I just spent some money. I'm not the one who really contributed, so it's not hard work."

Before Sheng Lanqing could react, he added: "Don't be easily moved by these small favors in the future. You deserve the best. And you can earn these things yourself and don't need others to give them to you."

Not mentioning it at all, he came to the door over and over again to discuss every embroidery pattern with Shen Qingtang in detail.

The success of these embroidery works was not achieved overnight, but took several years.

He probably started making preparations since he first met Sheng Lanqing.

The girl with a young and tender face at that time was already breathtakingly beautiful when she waved her sleeves on the stage.

Sheng Lanqing was stunned for a moment and complained softly: "You are really charming."

It was a good thing, when he mentioned it like this, it seemed like he was speaking out from his own experience, telling her not to believe in a man's sincerity.

"This is not preachy."

Xi Yu helped her tidy up the messy sweatshirt and hat, and chuckled: "I'm reminding you, like that Fu Qingheng in your company."

Fu Qingheng does have some tea skills, but he is also the company's cash cow.

Sheng Lanqing didn't like Fu Qingheng's personality very much, but she liked the money he earned for her.

For the pillars of the company, you still have to have a little benevolence.

"You have to look at a person from a developmental perspective. In this case, you will be surprised to find that others are actually quite good."

Sheng Lanqing politely said something nice for Fu Qingheng.

"For example, many big companies are now secretly contacting him and trying to poach him. But no matter how much they offer, Fu Qingheng follows me wholeheartedly, and even thanks me in front of the media for my kindness."

Sheng Lanqing became more and more enthusiastic as he talked, and even began to think about visiting Fu Qingheng's class someday to improve his salary and stabilize his military morale.

Xi Yu sneered and said, "Are you sure he just wants to thank you for your kindness?"

There are many celebrities in the entertainment industry who have turned against their old employers.

Who doesn’t just follow wherever the treatment is better?

Favor? Can kindness be worth tens of millions?

What's more, Sheng Lanqing's company is not pursuing the path of cultivating popular stars at all.

Sheng Lanqing was a little unhappy: "Are you still jealous of his confession to me? I have made it clear to him a long time ago that it is impossible for me to be with him."

"Then I'm afraid he may not think so."

Xi Yu said coldly, as both men, he understood very well the little thoughts of dealing with Qingheng.

Don't you just want to wait until his relationship with Sheng Lanqing gets bad, so you can take advantage of it?

"Besides," Xi Yu said in a somewhat sinister tone, "you must have put a lot of thought into the birthday event you held for him last month. I've never seen you care so much about me."

Sheng Lanqing retorted with some guilt: "That's different. I held Fu Qingheng's birthday event to take care of the fans. I'll take this opportunity to spread the influence of Kun Opera..."

"Then you mean, I'm not worthy of your attention?"

Xi Yu was obviously more angry, and his eyes turned cold.

Sheng Lanqing couldn't help but feel guilty when she thought that he was so angry a few days ago and still had to cook porridge for her seriously.

"Then...I'll give you a big surprise for your birthday next month, okay?"

The girl's eyes were crooked, like clear springs holding a bright moon, but they could only accommodate him.

"That's pretty much it."

Xi Yu glanced arrogantly, her smile was as bright as a spring flower, and her tone softened.

Forget it, it’s just Fu Qingheng.

How did that sentence come about...

correct! He remembered...

Unless I die, you will still be concubines!