Chapter 35: Super VVIP

Gu Lanxi was a very diligent person.

After the meeting, she ate some apples, exercised for a while, and immediately returned to her study to continue reviewing materials.

Setting aside whatever her relationship was with Zhang Ruolan, as long as she promised something, she would strive to do her absolute best.

In the study sat a large desk, one meter sixty long and eighty centimeters wide. Its pure copper frame was inlaid with translucent beige jade, which felt cool to the touch; in the heat of summer, it provided an instant sense of refreshment!

Gu Lanxi liked things orderly. Her home had many cabinets, with all sorts of items organized into their respective drawers, leaving the desktop completely empty.

After the meeting, the materials on the desk had been swapped out. Her laptop remained in its original place. She sat down and immediately buried herself in work without a single word of idle chatter.

Lu Nanting did not disturb her. He sat down naturally across from her, took out paper and a pen, and began composing music.

Having promised a new album next year, he would prepare his new songs thoroughly; he would never joke about the things he cared about.

His emotions had been fluctuating greatly over the past few days. The moment he saw Gu Lanxi, various musical notes would come bursting out of his brain.

If one only knew how to write lyrics or only how to compose, leaving the other tasks to someone else, there would inevitably be an issue of compatibility.

Lu Nanting could do everything; it seemed he was born for music.

With notes popping into his head, he would hum within his imagined world and then record them rapidly, creating a sense of seamless, holistic beauty.

As noon approached, Gu Lanxi rubbed her eyes, applied some lubricating eye drops, closed her files, sent the organized problems to Zhang Ruolan, and then replied to her previous messages.

[Auntie, please arrange things as you see fit. I have no objections.]

She had also made up her mind: people eventually die, and one cannot jump off the eighteenth floor prematurely just because they fear that day.

How she lived in the future would depend on herself.

If she worked hard and the results were still poor, at least she wouldn't have regrets.

She would deal with things as they came.

Seeing that Gu Lanxi still hadn't forgotten her previous request even at a time like this, Zhang Ruolan felt both proud and heartache. She offered some gentle comfort but didn't say much, voluntarily making herself "invisible" to leave more time for the two of them to spend together.

Gu Lanxi stood up, stretched, leaned against the corner of the desk, and performed a few high kicks in place before rubbing her fingers and walking behind Lu Nanting to see what he had written.

Gu Lanxi understood musical instruments and could naturally read sheet music. As she watched, she couldn't help but hum softly.

It was only when Lu Nanting heard the sound that he snapped out of his own world.

Turning his head to look back, he felt a momentary sense of being in a dream.

"It sounds quite good. A very catchy melody."

Gu Lanxi rarely used critical words; even when offering suggestions, she was always very tactful.

But hearing her say this, Lu Nanting couldn't help but feel a surge of joy

"I've written lyrics for it too. Do you want to hear them?"

"Then sing them! Sing as many as you want. I want to see if you've been saying bad things about me."

Lu Nanting had written many songs, and they were all about her.

A person like this—even if she had only passed through his youth or appeared in his midnight dreams—would move him immensely.

And now, she was right in front of him.

Gu Lanxi stood with her hands on her hips, her chin slightly raised.

"Wow, are you that greedy? I only planned to sing one, and you actually want to hear several?"

Perhaps because her outlook had become more open, her attitude toward him had changed.

"I'm not a free-loader. I'll buy tickets with my 'face'! This time, I want the front-row VIP seats!"

No one knew that every time he held a concert, he would search the entire venue for Gu Lanxi to see if she had come.

She always acted stealthily, not daring to buy VIP tickets. Even though Lu Nanting had good eyesight, he would still have to search for a very long time, sometimes failing to find her at all.

Although Lu Nanting always told himself she must just be slow and failed to grab the front seats, he understood the real reason better than anyone.

Lu Nanting immediately played along: "Beep! Wife Card activated!"

Gu Lanxi couldn't help but laugh until her eyes crinkled, and she quickly ran over to sit on the sofa.

He had always been like this.

When they were together, she would study seriously while he wrote songs beside her, humming them to her once finished.

Sometimes it was just the melody, sometimes it was both lyrics and music, and as he sang, he would make spontaneous changes, asking her which version was better.

Gu Lanxi had an excellent memory and understood music theory; after listening, she would provide honest feedback. As long as she had time and was willing to support him, she was absolutely the best audience.

"Wait a moment, I'm going to get some props."

Having not held a one-on-one private concert in many years, Lu Nanting was quite enthusiastic.

Gu Lanxi didn't rush him; she sat there obediently, hugging a soft pumpkin pillow.

After waiting a while, she saw him walk in holding a stainless steel clothes hanger.

The tall man stood in the middle of the study, waving his hands grandly in all directions, seriously interacting with his virtual audience before he began to sing

"A summer afternoon, The sunlight, because of her, Becomes exceptionally gentle. I watch quietly, Hoping she will look up, But she does not...

Microeconomics, macroeconomics, one must learn it all, International finance, corporate finance, what exactly is the difference...

Look at me, look at me, look at me quickly, Listen to me, listen to me, I have so much to say to you..."

Gu Lanxi laughed as she listened, laughing until tears came to her eyes!

"You over there, you're making too much noise! Where are the security guards? Hurry up and kick her out!"

Halfway through the song, Lu Nanting raised the clothes hanger and pointed toward the door.

Gu Lanxi immediately picked up her phone and took another photo of him: "Don't worry, don't worry! I'm a rich woman! I can renew my subscription!"

"Understood, Super VVVVIP, please take your seat."

Gu Lanxi truly couldn't hold it in; she leaned against the sofa arm, laughing, and wiped the corners of her eyes as she asked him, "I've never heard this song before. When did you write it?"

"Just now."

"What's it called?"

"《My Straight-A Girlfriend》. How about it?"

Gu Lanxi refused: "No, that's too cliché!"

Mainly, she didn't like being called a "straight-A student."

If her classmates saw it, they would definitely tease her.

"Then 《Midsummer》! Or maybe 《Sunny Day》! Is that literary enough?"

"I think once the fans hear it, they'll name it 《There's a Simp Here》."

"Don't insult people like that, okay? This is just the sincere expression of a rational and intelligent adult, created based on a deep understanding of you and a highly matched soul resonance—it is a heavenly sound!"

"Alright, Lu Heavenly Sound, let's go eat lunch."

When Auntie Wang came over to call them, her expression could be described as utterly shocked.

She probably thought the reason they had come together was not because of love, but because of a medical condition.

However, such things shouldn't be let known to Lu Nanting.

While there was chaos outside, the young couple was holding a one-on-one concert at home; it felt quite nice.

No music, no makeup—just a clean-cut boy at home with a pure voice, a special edition of a Pop Prince.

Tsk, it was a bit addictive.

Lunch was already on the table. Auntie Wang had finished cleaning the kitchen and returned to the maid's quarters.

The two washed their hands and sat down to find three dishes and one soup.

A fragrant sizzling chicken claypot, beautifully colored Mediterranean broccoli, and stir-fried pork strips with bean sprouts, accompanied by brown rice and a refreshing mustard green soup.

"I feel like I'm going to gain weight. Like 'marriage happiness weight' for men."

Thinking of next week's concert, Lu Nanting picked up his utensils, intending to set aside half of his rice.

"It's fine. We can practice boxing together this afternoon. Look at me—I eat a huge bowl every time and still don't get fat. If I don't eat enough, I won't have the energy. After a whole concert, I'll be exhausted."

Before he could argue, Gu Lanxi glanced at him again: "Gaining weight only has to do with whether you are self-disciplined or not; it has nothing to do with me, hmph!"

Lu Nanting chuckled: "I was just saying. I'm actually very hardworking usually."

As he spoke, he looked like he was about to stand up and lift his shirt to show off his well-defined abs.

Gu Lanxi immediately picked up her bowl and turned around, her back to him.

"I won't eat with a desk mate who has a tail."

Lu Nanting sighed regretfully and then sat down properly.

Seeing him behave, Gu Lanxi huffed, turned around, and gave him a fierce glare.

The two finished their meal quietly. As Lu Nanting was sipping small mouthfuls of the green vegetable soup, he heard Gu Lanxi ask him

"What do you think about building a stage in our house in the future?"

Lu Nanting couldn't help but laugh.

Even if he heard all the praise in the world, Gu Lanxi's compliments were still the most beautiful.

Being called a "simp" or a "childish lover" was indeed quite accurate.

At this stage, they were truly incredibly pure.

They could be happy just sitting together doing their own work.

Back in school, did you have male or female classmates who would go to the library together?

Another chapter where the "Pure Love Warriors" fall to the ground.

If you were a domineering CEO, what ridiculous thing would you do?

Come on, material suppliers, work hard and strive to become the darling of CEO 3.

Otherwise, I'll have to go watch short dramas for material.

If I end up scrolling all day...

(End of Chapter)