The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress - Chapter 447

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Compared to a few months ago, Yan Lu was now beginning to show a formidable aura.

As soon as Weng Qi entered and saw Yan Lu, his face turned red and he didn’t dare to speak.

At the moment, he only sat together with Pu Xiaohan and the others.

When Bai Lian and Jiang Fulai arrived, it was Yan Lu who opened the door for them; she was invited by Chi Yundai to call the two of them: “Miss Bai, Young Master Jiang.”

Her gaze finally landed on Jiang He.

“Xiaoniao bro,” Pu Xiaohan stood up before Yan Lu could speak, and waved at Jiang He, “Come, sit here.”

Jiang He walked over reluctantly.

As soon as Jiang Fulai entered, the atmosphere in the private room quieted down.

He sat next to Jiang He with Bai Lian beside him, and Yan Lu sat next to Bai Lian—it was just enough to fill up the round table.

Pu Xiaohan put some meat on his plate with serving chopsticks and suddenly said, “In a while, when the good people come out, there won’t be enough seats.”

“We can do without birdie bro,” Weng Qi suggested.

Pu Xiaohan’s eyes lit up, “That makes sense.”

Jiang He: “…”

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Jiang Fulai glanced at Jiang He, feeling quite cheerful.

He sat beside Bai Lian, his eyes lowered as he looked at his phone, with a cold air about him, but he did not disturb the others, and the classmates gradually became bolder.

Bai Lian was talking with Yan Lu.

“Great Yong” has finished filming and is now doing post-production dubbing,” Yan Lu had some regrets, “My line delivery is too weak.”

Bai Lian lowered her head and sipped a cup of clear tea, her voice dispersing, “Director Wan said you performed well.”

Listening to Bai Lian’s words, Yan Lu couldn’t help but tip her head to the side, observing Bai Lian intently, recalling what Director Wan had said to her—

“You know about your friend, right? She has a very special temperament. When you hit a bottleneck and don’t know how to act, think about your friend. If she wasn’t just a student not from the entertainment circle, I think she is like Miss Bai from the original story come to life.”

“If she were willing to act, what chance would you have?”

At that time, Yan Lu didn’t yet know about Miss Bai’s life experiences and hadn’t researched the character biography.

Now that she had read through the entire script and written a character bio, observing Bai Lian made her feel that Director Wan’s words weren’t without reason.

“What is it?” Bai Lian noticed her gaze and set down her teacup.

Yan Lu snapped back to reality, “A new song will be released at eight this evening, and after that, Sister Xin is preparing to get me on two variety shows.”

She discussed her following arrangements with Bai Lian, the variety shows were for promoting “Great Yong,” and as for new dramas, Sister Xin wanted to wait until “Great Yong” was aired. By then, Yan Lu would have fame, and the dramas would have better quality.

Bai Lian picked up her chopsticks and leisurely picked up a piece of cooked corn, listening slowly to Yan Lu: “That’s good, so the next song can wait.”

With those words, Yan Lu suddenly remembered, she was still a high school student, “Miss Bai, you should focus on your college entrance exams first.”

Many were looking into who might be supporting Yan Lu from behind.

But who could know that behind “Bai Jian” there still lay a diligent high school senior studying for exams?

**

Eight o’clock in the evening.

As soon as Yan Lu’s new song “Rewriting the Past” was released, it shot up to the top of the new song charts on various music apps and landed on Weibo’s hot search.

Unlike the previous two songs, the top hot comment below said—

“After listening, I feel like I can get into Jiangjing University!”

Thanks to the hype of the previous two songs, this one became particularly popular among student groups, especially those who were studying for exams or about to enter the examination hall.

As modern technology becomes more and more advanced, individuals face it as if they are facing the endless universe. There are too many people who find it hard to bear the feeling of helplessness; this song is like a wild festival, igniting the blood deep in people’s bones.

This song had a huge impact.

Even more fervent than the last “Gambling with Liquor.”

Beicheng, An Qi Studio.

His cigarette glowed intermittently in his hand as he looked at the overwhelming news, his expression darkening.

An actor like Yan Lu, being able to press a singer like him to this extent, if someone had told An Qi half a year ago that Yan Lu would threaten him, he wouldn’t have believed a single word.

Next to him, Man Xi sat down, “Put out the cigarette.”

An Qi’s manager cursed as he finished a phone call. He looked down at An Qi, “An Qi, hold off on releasing your song. Her momentum is too strong, if you release it now, it will be suppressed by her new song.”

It went without saying who “she” referred to.

Man Xi naturally knew about the heat on Weibo. She hadn’t surfaced much in recent months, and internet memories were short. The incident of her “accidental” like finally came to an end.

The price was that she hadn’t gotten many high-profile endorsements in these months.

She pressed against her brow, opened her phone, and frowned while looking at Yan Lu’s Weibo.

Yan Lu was nearing ten million followers, not a lot, but Man Xi saw that the top three hot searches on Weibo were all about Yan Lu, her lips pressed tightly, realizing that rising to fame is really simple.

She clicked on a hot search, scrolling through the comments.

The phone of An Qi’s manager rang again, and after he answered, his face darkened completely: “‘Come Here Friend’ has decided to invite Yan Lu.”

“Come Here Friend” is a variety show that invites friends over to chat and cook a meal together, and it was currently very popular online.

The manager had had drinks with someone from the variety show twice.

It was unexpected that they would invite Yan Lu.

Everyone knew that Yan Lu’s “Great Yong” was in editing and would likely air during the summer break, and this top 3S production would 99% be a hit.

The entertainment circle serves dishes according to the playback of productions, and this time it was An Qi’s turn.

An Qi stubbed out his cigarette and stood up.

Man Xi’s finger stopped on a comment as she was scrolling and suddenly paused—

[Am I the only one who thinks that a melody portion of this song’s arrangement sounds very similar to the musical performance at the music academy one year ago?]

“An Qi, look at this,” Man Xi handed her phone to An Qi.

An Qi glanced down; there were no clear boundaries for plagiarism in music arrangements in the industry, after all, commonly used chord progressions like 4536251 were still being used by people.

As long as the internet trolls got moving, it would be fine.

An Qi, holding the phone, asked the manager, “Have you figured out who’s backing her?”

The music industry’s pie is only so large. Yan Lu, a non-original singer, had touched the interests of many singers, like “Bai Jian” and “Jian,” newcomers previously unknown in the industry—

Easy targets.

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