The story of Rose starts with being a brother

Chapter 516 Brother Wensheng actually has the style of Cao Cao.
"Take off your shoes and dance, walk barefoot in space, I laughed and you still act cool..."

Late April, in a music studio in Pudong.

Wearing headphones, Xinling was listening happily to Wensheng's singing in the recording studio in front of her. Sometimes, when she saw Wensheng looking over from behind the soundproof glass, she didn't hide and just smiled with her eyes narrowed.

For many people, going to work is a painful experience, but for Cyndi, weekdays are when she's happy.

Because she can see the people she wants to see.

During her time at the company, Wen Sheng didn't come to the studio very often, so she didn't have many opportunities to see him.

However, there are advantages to being in the studio as well, because the structure of the studio is simpler than that of the head office. After all, Wen Sheng initially only used it as a hobby.

Therefore, there are relatively few people here, and the environment is more relaxed. As the person in charge of post-production publicity for the studio, she can sometimes join in the fun in the pre-production stage.

In comparison, although Wen Sheng visited the head office more often, the overall environment was a bit more serious, much like a company in the CBD.

At first, Xinling thought that she was assigned to the studio because Wensheng didn't want to see her often. However, she learned during the last barbecue that Wensheng had sent her to the studio because he felt that she was in good health and had a heart condition.

Well, Cyndi thinks there are pros and cons.

However, today, besides Wen Sheng singing in the recording studio's sound booth, another person caught her attention.

While Wen Sheng finished singing his warm-up song and was adjusting the equipment with the others in the recording studio, Xin Ling took off her headphones and walked towards the small recording studio on the other side.

Although the recording studio is called small, the actual space is still quite large. After passing through the control room and pushing open the door to the sound room, there was only one person inside.

To be precise, there was only one little girl there.

"Little Dali," Xinling waved.

Sitting on a small stool, Zhuge Dali, who was about to play the next piece, looked up and greeted her with a smile: "Sister Xinling."

"Why don't you go listen to Brother Wensheng sing?"

Xinling smiled and walked over to squat down next to Zhuge Dali, then said, "The studio's snack corner got some new snacks, how about I take you to try them?"

Upon hearing this, Zhuge Dali shook her head: "No, I have to go home for dinner later, so I won't eat any snacks."

After a pause, Dali added, "I can't go in and disturb Uncle Wen when he's recording, so I'll just practice my instruments here."

"That's great," Xinling said with a smile. "Would you like something to drink?"

"Hmm..." Dali thought for a moment. Actually, she wanted to drink the drinks that Wen Sheng had made for her before, but that was definitely not an option now, so she said, "Mineral water is fine."

"Okay, wait a moment."

Xinling nodded, smiled, and got up to get a bottle of mineral water.

She had been very curious about the little girl who had appeared at the studio a few times ever since she saw Wen Sheng bring her there.

Although Wen Sheng introduced him as a friend, she felt it wasn't that simple.

After learning from the veteran employees that Wen Sheng often brought Dali over to play last year, Xinling became even more curious. She even asked Lu Ziqiao and learned that this Zhuge Dali was indeed a primary school student friend that Wen Sheng made last year.

This guy, Dali, not only frequently visits the studio, but he's also been to the apartment a few times.

How come this little girl, who is still in elementary school, has such a good relationship with Wensheng?
Although Xinling believed that the two were friends despite their age difference, she always felt that they were more than just friends; they seemed a bit like... father and daughter?
She found the absurd idea laughable, since she knew Wen Sheng had no children.

But sometimes she felt that Wen Sheng looked at Dali as if he were looking at his daughter...

No matter how she guessed, Xinling only knew that this kid named Zhuge Dali was very important to Wensheng, so naturally she needed to get along well with him.

Besides, this child is indeed quite likable.

Therefore, she rarely addressed Wen Sheng as "President Wen" or "Boss" in front of Dali, but instead used the more intimate term "Brother Wen Sheng."

Fortunately, she was also quite approachable, and after several encounters, she got along quite well with Zhuge Dali.

Xinling took a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed the cap, handed it to Dali, and then asked with a smile, "By the way, Dali, can I ask you a question?"

Dali nodded after taking a sip of water: "What's the problem?"

"Aren't you and Brother Wensheng good friends? And you both like playing music. I'm curious if you two will ever form a band in the future?"

"band?"

Zhuge Dali was taken aback, not expecting that Sister Xinling would ask such a question, so she smiled and shook her head, saying, "What band has two people? Besides, I'm not even an adult yet."

"That's true, but I think when you grow up, you could really form a group with Brother Wensheng."

"Hehe, I've actually thought about that too."

Seeing the smile on Zhuge Dali's face, Xinling also smiled and asked, "So you're friends, do you have any other common interests besides music?"

“Of course, we also play games together often.” Dali wiped the water from the corner of his mouth and laughed, “And fishing, and… I even went camping with Uncle Wen last week!”

The woman paused, taken aback by the wicked platitudes. Camping?
Wasn't Wensheng on a business trip when he wasn't at his apartment or company last week?
"Camping? Oh my god, that must be so much fun!" Xinling exclaimed in surprise, then asked curiously, "Is it just you and Brother Wensheng going camping? Won't it be a bit too lonely?"

"Of course not, my mom is with me too, it's so much fun."

……

When Wensheng came out of the recording studio, he saw Xinling watching Dali play the ukulele.

Seeing him looking over, Xinling smiled, waved, and walked over, saying, "Brother Sheng, Dali is all alone here. I'll keep her company."

Calling Wen Sheng "brother" at work was too intimate, while calling him "CEO Wen" was too distant and didn't fit the atmosphere of the studio, so she just called him what everyone else in the studio called him.

Wen Sheng nodded, glanced at the time, and said, "It's time to leave work, aren't you leaving?"

"I'll be leaving soon. I just listened to you record a few songs. Are these the ones I need to prepare for promotion?"

“No, these songs aren’t for me to sing,” Wen Sheng said after thinking for a moment. “Besides, the copyright for some of the songs hasn’t been settled yet.”

"I see." Xinling nodded, a little regretfully, "I thought the first song was really good, and I thought we were going to recommend this one."

"We've been in contact with the copyright holders," Wen Sheng said with a smile. "Let's buy it first and then talk about the rest."

The song "My Future" was actually released several years ago.

What's interesting is that the original singer is a female singer who looks somewhat like Gu Li, but she is much sweeter-looking than Gu Li.

However, being the original singer does not necessarily mean that the other party owns the copyright.

It's worth mentioning that copyright issues are quite complex in the music industry.

Many people think that whoever is the original singer of a song owns the copyright, but that's not actually the case. The copyright of a song is generally divided into two parts: the copyright of the lyrics and music, and the copyright of the recording.

The former seems easy to buy, but the situation is complicated. After all, the copyrights of lyrics and music may be held by different authors. What's more confusing is whether the copyright of lyrics is defined as music copyright or the copyright of written works.

Normally, this wouldn't be a headache, but there's always someone with ulterior motives who might cause trouble. Wordplay is prone to being manipulated by those with malicious intent, so strong legal support is necessary in this regard. As for the recording copyright, which is the finished product that everyone usually hears, the original master tape is generally held by the original record company or distributor. This is less common but expensive, and buying it requires a lot of effort.

Moreover, the copyright structure of a song is subdivided into many more categories than these, including mechanical reproduction rights, adaptation rights, performance rights, and so on. It also includes exclusive and non-exclusive usage rights, monopoly and non-exclusive rights, and many others.

Now I understand why Wensheng was willing to become a father unexpectedly.
Besides being a lecherous old man, he was also after Attorney Zhuge's dowry.

Wen Sheng still hopes to completely buy out "My Future," a song released a few years ago, whether out of personal feelings or future plans.

Fortunately, this song isn't popular yet.

"Uncle Wen, it's getting dark."

After chatting with Xinling for a while, Zhuge Dali put down her ukulele and came out to speak.

Seeing this, Wen Sheng smiled and said, "Alright, let me take you back."

Then he looked at Xinling and said, "You should go home early too."

"it is good."

Xinling smiled sweetly, watching Wensheng lead Dali out of the studio, her eyes thoughtful.

"'If the east wind had not favored Zhou Yu, the two Qiao beauties would have been locked away in the Copper Sparrow Terrace in the depths of spring.' Does Brother Wensheng also have the spirit of Cao Cao?"

……

As darkness fell, Wen Sheng didn't linger after sending Dali back. He said goodbye and left Zhuge Lawyer's sight.

Although it was clear that Attorney Zhuge's gaze was a little off because of the previous bet, Wen Sheng thought that now was not the best time.

That trip to Sheshan completely shattered the veil of secrecy between him and Attorney Zhuge. Although it seemed like things could escalate at any time, such matters are always highly uncertain.

Now that we've come down the mountain, a return to calm and rationality might make the other party less likely to agree.

But it doesn't matter, having such a bet will always keep the other person's heart in turmoil.

Regardless of whether Attorney Zhuge agrees to fulfill the bet, it's fine to just remind him gradually. Besides, if he keeps bringing it up himself, it would seem like he's too eager for something.

Shouldn't I be the one in a hurry?

Obviously not!
As the car slowly drove through the night, Wen Sheng smiled as he thought of the look in Attorney Zhuge's eyes these past few days.

Holy Sister, I am your hell.

"Jingle Bell……"

Just then, Wen Sheng's phone rang. After glancing at the caller ID, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

Speaking of hell, someone's hell has arrived.

……

A sudden gust of wind picked up in the night, and the sky over Shanghai began to drizzle.

The wind from the Huangpu River, carrying moisture, swept over the old buildings along the Bund, weaving a silvery veil under the dim streetlights. Wen Sheng folded his long-handled black umbrella and, led by a waiter in a cheongsam, stepped through the heavy wooden door of the teahouse.

The teahouse was very quiet, with only the low hum of the air conditioning system audible. The air was filled with the rich aroma of ripe Pu'er tea and the cool scent of agarwood incense.

Laura was already sitting by the window.

She was also wearing a cheongsam, dark blue with subtle patterns, and the neckline was adorned with a high-quality jade button, which made her already slender figure appear even more graceful.

Unlike the standard cheongsam worn by the guide, her outfit was perfectly tailored, with a luxurious sheen in the fabric, clearly custom-made. A thin, light beige cashmere shawl was casually draped over her shoulders.

Unlike her usual hot and modern image, the Laura who appeared before Wen Sheng this time had a more refined elegance.

Her hair was loosely tied back as she looked down at a magazine. Beside her was an old Pu'er tea, the tea liquor gleaming like red wine in the warm light.

Wen Sheng walked into the private room and sat down in the rattan chair opposite her. He immediately noticed that the magazine Laura was reading was "Pretending to be a Man".

Laura looked up, her eyes crinkling slightly as a greeting, then slowly closed the magazine and set it aside, picking up the teapot to pour Wen Sheng a cup of tea.

However, after noticing Wen Sheng staring at her intently, Laura, having finished pouring the tea, chuckled and asked, "Do I look good today?"

As she spoke, she straightened her body slightly, making the cheongsam fit her body better and accentuating her curves.

Wen Sheng tapped the tea table with his fingers, picked up the teacup, blew on it, and nodded with a smile.

"The owner of this teahouse is a friend of mine. He's always kept a room for me in the attic. If you'd like, you can come up and sit with me for a bit later."

"..."

Even though Wen Sheng had prepared himself mentally, he still almost trembled when he heard Laura's words.

After taking a small sip of the still-scalding tea, Wen Sheng smiled helplessly and said, "I'm afraid that if I go in for a short while, a group of axemen will be lying in ambush outside."

"Hehe, don't worry, I won't smash the glass as a signal, nor will I allow him to do so. But if he eavesdrops outside the window, there's nothing I can do to stop him," Laura said playfully, winking.

Wen Sheng's lips twitched, and he retorted, "Your friend has a rather unique quirk, but I don't have the quirk of liking other men eavesdropping."

"OK then."

Laura nodded, but then she quickly remembered something and chuckled, "If you want a woman to eavesdrop, I don't mind. If you're willing, I can even cooperate with you."

"..."

Wen Sheng was genuinely surprised that ever since he came in and sat down, the conversation between the two of them had revolved around sex, which was completely different from their previous two meetings.

After thinking about it, I guess it's because Dali wasn't there this time.

Seeing Laura's interested look, Wen Sheng shook his head and laughed, "Forget it, one shouldn't mess with a friend's wife. Even if you broke up with Zeng Xiaoxian, you were still a couple, and I still have to respect his decision."

“Zeng Xiaoxian…”

Upon hearing Wen Sheng mention this name, the smile in Laura's eyes quickly faded, and then she let out a long sigh.

"I've already met him."

Laura looked at the tea in her hand and said calmly.

Wen Sheng was only slightly surprised by this, but he quickly guessed what was going on.

"When he won five million a few days ago?"

Laura nodded.

Seeing this, Wen Sheng laughed: "No wonder he went crazy asking Hu Yifei if she liked him after he came back."

(End of this chapter)