Becoming a great entertainer started with being cyberbullied.

As soon as midnight struck, a new month began.

Fang Ruoxi released two songs directly to boost her chart rankings.

A song, "Painting the Heart".

One song, "I'll Love You Till I Die".

Fang Ruoxi's performance in last month's competition has made her a hot topic.

This month, both songs quickly climbed the charts as soon as they were released.

As dawn breaks, she will have to rush to the television station to sing for tonight's National Day Gala.

Fang Ruoxi, who lay down and drifted off to sleep, had no idea what kind of storm her two songs had stirred up on the charts.

……

"Aaaaaah! That's enough! Fang Ruoxi released two songs this month! What is she trying to do?!" Zhang, an unlucky office worker in the Tianyin composition department who was working overtime, screamed to the sky.

Colleagues rushed over to watch.

"Hiss... I can already foresee how horribly we'll be working overtime this month."

"Honestly, all we're told to do every day is figure out how to defeat Fang Ruoxi, so why don't we consider turning her into an ally?"

"If you can't beat them, join them. Isn't that a principle every adult should know?"

No one answered.

For colleagues who haven't heard these two songs before, click on "Painting Heart".

After listening to the first half of "Painting Heart", the man's eyes lit up. "Is this level of quality just put up to make up the numbers? I feel like it has no chance of being in the top five..."

Before the word "drama" was even uttered, the dolphin-like high notes came through.

The ethereal dolphin-like sound echoed in the quiet office, striking the eardrums and hearts of all the overtime workers.

No one in the office uttered a sound until the song finished playing.

Some people look alive, but they've actually been 'dead' for a while.

knock knock knock.

The door to the three-part composition was knocked.

The 'corpses' in the office all looked towards the door.

Miao Cun, dressed in a simple black suit, strode in.

He went straight to the computer.

In the dead of night, the big boss of the company's composition department suddenly appeared at the company.

The employees who were working overtime returned to their seats, all feeling intimidated by the boss's imposing aura and not daring to breathe loudly.

Miao Cun bent down, operated the device several times, and then played "Painting Heart" again.

As the song ended, all the employees hiding behind their computer screens looked up, cautiously peeking at Miao Cunzheng's expression.

Miao Cunzheng's face showed no negative emotions.

He simply and calmly clicked on the next song, "I Will Love You Till I Die".

The first three lines of the lyrics.

The people in the three composition trilogies were already half-hearted.

The lyrics of this song are absolutely brilliant.

But, it would be great if it were just the lyrics that were the killer.

Listen further, and you'll hear the lyrics, "I'll love you even if I die!" These lyrics are so powerful they could blow your mind.

"Aaaaaah! Damn it, Fang Ruoxi can't sing without hitting the high notes, huh?!"

After two songs, the employee of Tianyin, who had lost his composure, could already see his performance bonus slipping away.

Miao Cunzheng frowned as he looked at him.

The man was then silenced by his colleague at the next workstation.

Miao Cunzheng played it again.

This time, everyone in the office tacitly remained silent.

Miao Cunzheng closed his eyes and listened to the song.

Five minutes had passed since the song ended, but Miao Cunzheng was still standing there, neither speaking nor moving.

This bigwig left the Composition Department and went straight to his private office.

Curious employees from the third department peered through the gate and saw that instead of going home, the big boss walked back into his office.

"Holy crap! Is Tianyin Music going to die out?"

"Even the big shots are starting to work overtime..."

"Stop looking at that! Instead of wasting time, why don't you think about how to 'compete' with Fang Ruoxi this month!"

After a while, a junior employee timidly raised his hand.

"How about we create a group chat with the composition departments of Wei's and Xinghuang?"

Her colleague next to her quipped, "Is the group name 'Fang Ruoxi Victims Alliance'?"

Unexpectedly, the team leader actually took this terrible idea to heart.

“This idea is feasible. I’ll discuss it with the vice minister and ask him to ask the other two companies for their opinions.”

So, without Fang Ruoxi's knowledge, the composition departments of the "Three Greats" created a group chat.

……

Everything else has to take a backseat.

On October 1st, Fang Ruoxi was destined to be busy preparing for the National Day Gala.

The song "As You Wish" was finally decided upon, and she will sing it as a solo.

While Fang Ruoxi sat down to start putting on makeup, Zhang Xiaomeng overheard a lot of gossip outside.

He then slipped inside and whispered to Fang Ruoxi, "Director Sun is really ruthless!"

"I heard that he found an old song, the kind of old song that our parents listened to when they were young, and then he used it to recruit 56 'connected people'."

Fang Ruoxi almost lost her composure.

"Goodness... and then I said there weren't enough lyrics for this song to go around."

"That guy, the four of them singing just one line of lyrics together turned a perfectly good song into a national folk chorus!"

Fang Ruoxi listened.

She sat there in a bright red dress, her skirt flaring out, looking just like a graceful and wealthy flower.

When the performance was about to begin.

A commotion broke out backstage.

Zhang Xiaomeng, the "melon-eating badger," went out as soon as she smelled the aroma.

A short while later, she ran back.

"Wow! Ruoxi, someone just arrived!"

The show is about to begin.

"Because she seems to have arrived a little late, several makeup artists have come and are rushing to do her makeup and hair."

Zhang Xiaomeng took out her phone, and sure enough, a short while later, her newly added friend told her that the person who had just arrived was 'Ye Wanhui'.

Zhang Xiaomeng excitedly covered her mouth to prevent herself from screaming.

"Ruoxi! The person who just arrived is Ye Huiwan!"

Yeh Hui-wan, who held a concert at the Golden Hall at the age of 30.

People like Zhang Xiaomeng grew up listening to Ye Huiwan's songs.

Fang Ruoxi recalled for a moment and found this person in the original owner's memories.

She is exceptionally talented and deserves the title of "talented woman".

She married into the wealthy Zhang family at the age of 32.

After marriage, news of Ye Huiwan was rarely seen again.

Unexpectedly, Ye Huiwan appeared during this National Day holiday.

But soon, Fang Ruoxi had no time to think about these things—the party began.

After the family banquet at the Zhang family home, the matriarch, citing fatigue, returned to the old house early to rest.

In the hall, the white curtain was lowered.

The butler projected the official Channel One gala onto the screen.

Those members of the Zhang family involved in the core management of Tianyin were all gathered together at this moment.

Actually, the Zhang family doesn't usually have this activity.

What do you mean by "gala" or "gala"?

Once you're tainted by money and fame, where will your family and kinship be?

If it weren't for the desire to win the Empress Dowager's favor, these people would never have sat together so happily watching this ridiculous gala.

Zhang Hanyu is making tea for everyone.

The lustrous imperial green bracelet on her wrist made her other siblings envious.

The reason is simple: the bracelet originally belonged to the Empress Dowager, who loved it very much.

Now that it's in Zhang Hanyu's hands, it's hard not to make others think.

"It seems like my fourth aunt is performing today~" Zhang Hanyu smiled sweetly and handed her fourth uncle a cup of tea.

Zhang Xun had a sour face and really didn't want to accept the cup of tea.

But after he had only given Zhang Hanyu a brief moment of respite, the Empress Dowager gave him a lukewarm look.

That one glance startled Zhang Xun, who quickly took the teacup with both hands.

Not long ago, Zhang Junyu convened a board meeting and dismissed Zhang Xun from his position as head of the composition department.

Zhang Xun was filled with hatred.

So much so that now, when he sees these two siblings, he really doesn't want to give them a friendly look.

“Isn’t Fourth Aunt always in Europe? Why did she suddenly come back this time?” Zhang Junyu asked.

Don't be fooled by his current gentle and submissive demeanor.

At the board meeting of Tianyin a few days ago, he pointed his finger at Zhang Xun and cursed him.

Any one of the pieces of evidence presented could send Zhang Xun to jail for several years.

Zhang Xun couldn't stand the sight of this brat. "Heh, your grandma called him back. Go ask her if you have any questions."

While the Zhang family was practicing Tai Chi, Ye Huiwan stepped onto the stage.