Chapter Seventy-Nine: So Soon?

Xu Mengqi's gaze flitted back and forth between Wang Mo and Yuan Xiong. She was utterly confused as to why Wang Mo kept following her. Following her was one thing, but what truly puzzled her was that Yuan Xiong hadn’t pulled him aside. By rights, since she was about to discuss the ending theme song with Wuyan, Yuan Xiong, being a top-tier agent, should have already separated Wang Mo from them.

“This…” Her eyes finally fixed on Yuan Xiong’s face.

Yuan Xiong smiled warmly. “This matter involves him as well, so he’ll be participating.”

“What?” Xu Mengqi’s eyes widened, and for the first time, an expression of utter astonishment appeared on her face. This matter involved Wang Mo too? The ending theme song! What could it possibly have to do with him? Did they want Wang Mo to sing it? Or perhaps have him appear in the music video? She considered several possibilities, but rejected them all, which only deepened her confusion.

But Yuan Xiong would not lie to her.

After a moment’s thought, Xu Mengqi’s smile returned. “Since that’s the case, Wang Mo, come along with me.”

“Alright,” Wang Mo replied with a smile.

Soon, the group arrived at a well-concealed room. Once the three of them had settled in, Xu Mengqi asked again, “Brother Xiong, where’s Wuyan? Hasn’t he arrived yet?”

“He’s already here,” Yuan Xiong replied.

“Where?” Xu Mengqi pressed.

Yuan Xiong gestured subtly in Wang Mo’s direction.

Xu Mengqi was puzzled. “Hm?”

Yuan Xiong simply smiled and said nothing more.

At last, Xu Mengqi realized what was happening. Her body stiffened, her pupils contracted sharply, and an expression of utter disbelief spread across her lovely face—her mouth agape in shock. Slowly, she turned her stiff neck to look from Yuan Xiong to Wang Mo and back again.

After what felt like an eternity, the diva finally managed to speak. “Brother Xiong, don’t… joke with me.”

Yuan Xiong chuckled. “Do I look like I’m joking?”

Xu Mengqi drew several deep breaths, struggling to calm the storm within her. “But this… this is simply unbelievable. Who could have imagined that the most influential figure in today’s world of composition, the one who single-handedly elevated the status of composers—Wuyan—would actually be…”

“Unimaginable.”

“Unthinkable.”

Xu Mengqi pressed a hand to her pounding heart, a unique charm radiating from her. The way she now looked at Wang Mo had completely changed. This revelation had turned her understanding upside down.

Wang Mo stood and said, “Sister Qi, I ask that you keep this confidential.”

“I understand.” Xu Mengqi gazed at Wang Mo, her eyes alight with amazement. “You and Yunhai Media have certainly kept us in the dark. Not long ago, I was wondering how the composing world could suddenly produce such a genius as Wuyan. After listening to several of his songs, I was full of admiration. That’s why I immediately agreed when I heard I’d get to collaborate with him. I never imagined… truly, I never imagined Wuyan would be you.”

Wang Mo replied, “Because of the sensitivity of my identity, the company had to keep it secret.”

“I understand. I just never expected that someone who was once criticized as a good-for-nothing idol would possess such composing talent. They… they really wronged a good person.”

By “they,” she most likely meant the netizens who had harassed him.

Wang Mo let the comment pass.

Yuan Xiong smiled. “It’s all in the past now. No need to dwell on it. Today, we’re here to discuss the ending theme for ‘Eternal Fates.’ The two of you can talk things over; I’ll leave you to it.”

With that, Yuan Xiong winked at Wang Mo and slipped out the door.

Left alone in the room with Xu Mengqi—a national goddess—Wang Mo couldn’t help but feel his blood surge. He pinched his thigh a few times under the table to steady himself, then tried to sound composed. “Sister Qi, may I hear your voice first?”

Before coming, Wang Mo had searched online for songs Xu Mengqi had sung, only to find she hadn’t released many—her main focus had always been her acting career. So he needed to confirm whether her voice would suit “Peach Blossom Promise.” If it didn’t, there was little he could do; after all, this song placed rather high demands on the singer.

“Of course!” Xu Mengqi agreed readily. Clearing her throat, she launched into a currently popular love song.

Wang Mo’s eyes lit up. Truly, she seemed to be favored by the heavens; Xu Mengqi’s voice was crystal clear and highly distinctive, and her singing technique was quite good. By Wang Mo’s estimation, she was at least at a level of 6 on a professional singer’s scale—clearly she had received some training.

“Now, could you try singing the high notes in this song?”

Wang Mo pointed to a particular section. Xu Mengqi complied as before. After a few lines, Wang Mo frowned slightly. Her high notes were a bit weak, but that was to be expected—iron lungs like G.E.M. are rare even among professional singers.

Seeing his frown, Xu Mengqi asked anxiously, “Wang Mo, am I not good enough? I really don’t have much natural talent for singing. I’ve actually been training with a vocal coach, but my progress has always been slow. That’s why I never pursued a music career. For this fantasy drama, the director’s team only insisted I sing the ending theme to create synergy between the show and the music. If it’s not suitable, though, I can always find someone else to sing it…”

Wang Mo interrupted her with a smile. “Sister Qi, your voice is excellent—don’t underestimate yourself. The high notes are a bit on the weak side, but it’s not a major issue. Isn’t that what sound engineers are for?”

Xu Mengqi’s face broke into delighted relief. “So it’s alright, then?”

Wang Mo nodded.

Her surprise only grew, and she looked as giddy as a schoolgirl. “To be able to work with the legendary Wuyan—maybe I really do have a shot at a singing career after all!”

“Absolutely!” Wang Mo replied, full of confidence. Not just a shot at it—she could turn the whole industry upside down. With her status, once she released “Peach Blossom Promise,” her fans would go wild. Even Yang Mi’s “Love’s Devotion” became a sensation, and Xu Mengqi’s singing easily surpassed Yang Mi’s—how could she not succeed?

Once Xu Mengqi had calmed down, Wang Mo politely asked, “Sister Qi, do you have any requests or preferences for the ending theme? Feel free to let me know.”

“None at all!” Xu Mengqi shook her head without hesitation. “I trust your talent. When the song is ready, just send it to me and I’ll sing it. My only worry is that I might not do justice to your composition. That’s all I’m concerned about.”

Wang Mo had only asked out of courtesy. Even if she had any requests, he wouldn’t have listened. Her current attitude suited him just fine.

They quickly reached an agreement.

Half an hour later, with nothing left to discuss, the two of them left the room together.

Outside, Yuan Xiong had just made himself a cup of coffee and hadn’t even taken a sip when he saw Wang Mo and Xu Mengqi emerge, both looking utterly satisfied.

He was taken aback. “You’re done already? …That was quick.”

Wang Mo checked the time. “Not really—it’s been a full half hour.”